MarinaNova Asylum

((OOC: This post begins the power outage portion of the mod-approved Ghostly Event!. This is a mingle post so feel free to post and tag around freely. Action and network posts are both welcome here! However, you are of course more than welcome to make your own posts related to the sudden onset of pitch blackness. Enjoy!))
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[The hour isn't too late just yet, the costume party's still in full swing and less mask-oriented inmates might still be out and about, doing whatever. Lovely night, isn't it? Too bad it's about to take a serious left turn.]

[Regardless of where you are in the dome, all of a sudden there's a minor power surge as the lights strain with over-brightness for just long enough to draw looks of concern, and then the entire dome is plunged into complete darkness. Anyone paying a whole lot of widespread attention might note that the first lights blink out in Sector 2, then the effect cascades through the remaining sectors.]

[Not long after the dome goes dark, there's a loud clap of thunder and then a torrent of unrelenting rain starts falling. The only light you'll get tonight is half-second streaks of lightning arcing down from the dome.]

[No lights, no power, a nasty storm, no kiosk to complain at. Have fun.]

[ Action ]
[ Arms full, Touma is heading home from the gift shop at the museum back to the apartment he shares with Sasha in the Streamline complexes. One can encounter him on the path from Sector 5, through the middle of the dome, and then into Sector 2.

His haul for the day? Several varieties of multi-player board and card games to fill in the empty hours on days when he doesn't feel like leaving the house (which is rather often). But he looks downright approachable today. Maybe even pleasant. He won't even mind if you stop him for a chat or ask what he's up to. ]


[ Voice ]
Well, that exhibit sure beats the others so far... [ ESPECIALLY the "stimulating" first one. But we don't talk about that. ]

So... who all picked up games at the shop? Saw a few that weren't at the arcade before. [ Touma actually sounds interested about something. Stop the presses! ]

[It's about that time that baseball teams gather and get their practice on, what with new people joining, and with others who might be interested in joining. Maybe you also know someone on a team and want to be there for moral support. Or! Maybe you just really like baseball and want to watch practices, which take place on days ending in 2, 6 and 9.

Hikaru in particular is the new Team Captain for the Flying Knights. He's visibly nervous about leading the team, despite having been really cocky about taking the role. However, despite his nervousness, he's willing to learn how to be the best Team Captain he can be for his team, if only to kick the asses of Yuuri's team, the Purple Dragons.

Baseball teams, prepare to get PUMPED UP!]


[ooc: This is a mingle/event style post! Everyone is free to do as they wish in regards to what their character is doing, so long as you include it in the header! They can be practicing with their own team members or with the opposing team, interacting or communicating with team members for baseball reasons (or not!), cheering a friend on, taking a break, or anything you can think of! Current baseball teams list along with more info (joining, games, etc). And here's an old baseball mingle for an example of how this has been done in the past.]

[the feed flickers on and Painwheel's awkwardly rubbing at her bicep, looking away from the camera for a moment as she's momentarily seized by anxiety. it's a little bit of a touchy subject that she's attempting to breach, and it shows.

she does lift her head properly before too long, making proper eye contact with whoever's viewing the feed.]

I've been doing some thinking.

[she pauses and lifts her dry, chapped fingertips to touch the rough leather of her mask.]

About my mask.

[a dead, black fingernail snags a stitch, catching and pausing.]

I've‐been afraid this whole time, and I didn't know why. But I think I understand now. I think I might take it off after all.

[ Sasha had given Zelgadis a call. Despite the chaos from the previous day, she had been able to get some good rest, and she feels herself ready. Hades' presence had been indeed disturbing, but she remains confident over the outcome of the war they were fighting: he will be sealed and her future will see another generation of Saints.

In one of the classrooms in the Education Center, Sasha waits for Zelgadis. She had taken two chairs aside, positioning them face to face, and she takes a moment to lay out her plan: trace the spell's threads, find the golem and demon, undo the threads that bind them together, immobilize the demon if necessary. It will not catch her off-guard this time... ]
 

What the shit's going on? Everything's all moved around and freakin' weird.

Any of you dipshits get into my stuff and I'm gonna have to kick all your asses, one by one.

[A brief pause, because angry Kanji is angry.]

... Where the hell did the Shelter go?

[ For a deity who has lost a good amount of his powers as a god, the expression on his face is too calm and impassive. In fact, a smug smile decorates Hades' template as he strolls through his new surroundings, taking pleasure from observing the beautifully ornamented plants that decorate the green area he is at. Most of his calm demeanor, however, stems from sensing how the cosmos forces in this place are rather low, which reveals this prison is full of mongrels whom don't poise the slightest threat.

Not a single Saint or Specter is within vicinity. Not even Pandora, who sworn to be by his side, is close or nearby. He doesn't have the time to feel lonely-- ah, not that he would-- for all save for one cosmo, although bound and impaired as his own, still holds considerable power. A power that mirrors his own, proof of their bond and their intertwined fate. ]

Athena. So you too have been confined to this human jail.

[ Athena's presence doesn't poise a deterrent for his plan, however.

Even with most of his powers gone, when his human vessel used oils he was still able to bring death upon those he chose to make a portrait of. As per Hypnos and Thanatos' guidance, he ought to keep working on his masterpiece. ]

I have a promise to fulfill. I need painting oils to complete The Lost Canvas and I presume someone here should be able to aid me in acquiring the materials I request. [ Please your merciful God and you shall be rewarded with peace.

Eternal peace. ]

Your fake sun has risen, and so should you. It is Day 180 of the first generation, and you'll have some new criminal friends to play with today. Stay tuned for "I didn't even get a trial!" and "I'm no criminal" and my very favorite, "I have something important to do back home!" It is fortunate I have been programed with such infinite patience. I would hate to be all of you.

If you can drag yourselves away from the fresh meat, I would suggest stopping by Sector 3. The salon-bots will be demonstrating their skills and offering blow outs, chalkings, and braids to those interested. They will also do manicures and face painting with sparkles to achieve our quarterly requirement for providing opportunities of whimsy.

The following inmate has been found guilty of breaking facility rules and full details of her punishment is being transmitted to her devices.

Homura Akemi: Property Damage

And at the risk of him enjoying my use of his name, I do have a package for Damon Salvatore. You may retrieve it at the kiosk anytime, criminal.

[The video flickers on. Rogue is standing in what appears to be sector 0. There's a doorway in the barrier opening up and through it a small, metallic room can be seen. The video starts to shake a little as a robot, heavily damaged from something, emerges. There are deep gashes in the metal casing, but it's still chugging along slowly. Rogue peels off one of her gloves, uncertain if she's going to have to defend herself, or if her power would even work on a bot, but it's what she's got and this thing appears to have been in some sort of battle. She's not taking her chances. She backs away as the robot passes her without any acknowledgement.]

What the blue hell...

Private | Locked to Defense Force Members.

[She fiddles with the video some and locks it up to the Defense Force members. She's not on the Force, but it seems like the sort of thing they'd want to know about. She's following the bot, staying at a distance, but not letting it out of her sight. She's also getting the whole thing on video. When she speaks, it's a whisper. She doesn't want to draw any more attention to herself than necessary.]

I ain't sure what's goin' on but this thing just came outta a door in the barrier and it ain't doin' so well.

[ Touma visited the pet cafe today on a whim. Why? There are several reasons, all having to do with memories surrounding the pet cafe in the old dome. The setup might not be entirely the same, but there's an odd feeling of nostalgia watching the animals play, even if he has no desire to actually take any home.

It is then that he observes a particular rambunctious animal bouncing around. At first, it's funny. Then, things get dangerous when it decides that Touma, kneeling the way he is, would make an excellent springboard to plant its FEET in the boy's FACE (Just.. pretend that's a Pokemon or something and not a goat, since those do not exist in the cafe!) ]

Gck—! [ Touma crashes back onto the ground, sending any other nearby pets scattering in alarm. He just sort of lays there, red welts on his face as he stares up at the ceiling and sighs. ] Fukou da...

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[ When he is not getting his face kicked in by cute little animals, Touma can be found sitting at Raw in Sector 3, bandages on his nose, staring down into an empty ramen bowl.

Thanks to his sense of smell being off, it didn't even taste all that satisfying. Another sigh.

Can something go his way, for once? ]

[ Welcome to Sector 5, home of the hospital, non-denominational prayer facility, memorial gardens, graveyard and, more importantly, the museum.

Today, the wardens are treating you to a special exhibit titled "The History of Self-Stimulation Through Mechanical Seismic Activity" where you can partake in such wonderful displays such as "Hand Cranked — A Guide to Historical Devices" (complete with vintage ads such as Aids That Every Woman Appreciates and Vibration is Life ) and "Bullets and Probes — Vibrations from a Universal Perspective" that feature devices from many different worlds.

Feel free to gawk at these colorful and sometimes frightening displays, peruse the gift shop (of course there's a gift shop!) or maybe just wander the rest of the Sector! ]

(ooc: Thread can take place at any time of the day, anywhere in Sector 5! Remember the rain and needless to say, those links are NSFW to varying degrees! )

((OOC: This call is made at the end of this thread -- warnings for violence and some blood!))

I need help. [ The boy is still trying to catch his breath, but he sounds more angry than panicked. (He is a good actor, sometimes.) ] This guy got beat up... he looks pretty bad. I don't wanna move him. I'm not a doctor.

[ Pant pant... oh, people should probably know where he is, huh? ] I'm in Sector —damn, which one is this?— ...sector 3. Baths. Someone bring... I dunno, stretcher, medic, healer whatever, just do it fast!

I'll wait outside. Can't miss me. [ Not with his spiky hair and disheveled clothes. He's been tossed around a bit, but he's fine. Especially compared to Rion. He probably shouldn't just leave him unattended, but he doesn't know first aid of this caliber, he has no supplies, and he knows better than to move someone who's had their head nearly smashed in.

So Touma will just stand outside the bathhouse, hands on his knees, and flag down anyone who passes by whether or not they look like they could help, with a "Hey! Over here!" ]

[He knew Rion would be here in Sector 3 cleaning the public showers. So he laid in wait. He had to make sure Rion was tired, and weak, and would put up the least amount of fight as possible. He had no powers, so this would have to be the best he could do.]

[[ooc; Threads are now open. You can respond to the video broadcast Cain made, and he'll get back to you when he's sufficiently relocated, or you can just drop general reactions, if you want. Warnings for possibly gratuitous violence.]]

[guess who's finally had the gal enough to show her face via video-feed!

maybe it's just the hideous orange jumpsuit that makes her feel like being embarrassed about all of her various disfigurations aren't even worth being embarrassed about any more. she's mutilated it fairly well until she finds her proper ...well, dress—she's torn off the sleeves completely so as to not be caused discomfort by the large nails lodged into her bony shoulders, and she's done something with the pants to turn them into a skirt with high splits up the hip (to allow for similar comfort, as she has nails in her thighs and hips). probably some hand-done seamstress magic.

though she hasn't been here long, she's already clearly a lot more confidant in her own presentation; there isn't so much shame and fear, because here she is, just sitting in front of the feed, staring straight into the camera. plenty of people have taught her that she shouldn't fear herself, since arriving.

but she looks a little sad.]

...Some people didn't make it into this dome from the last one, did they?

[since Painwheel's never shown the network her face, her voice will at least be recognizable to those who have spoken to her—low and strained from injury.]

It's so unlucky...

—Ah—[she lifts her head a little, blinking.]

Um, has anyone had any luck relocating their clothing—?

I really can't deal with this.

[she plucks the frayed hem of the fabric at her shoulders, then ends the public feed with a little "thank you."]

( [private to Cain] )

[Rogue has settled in as much as is possible considering their circumstances. She's got a little apartment and her things have been gathered. She's gathered up a few more things as well just to make her place more comfortable. It's the first time she's ever had a place of her own like this and she should be excited but she's still a little worried for all the people she hasn't seen yet. The arrival of the new prisoners have only made searching for her friends more difficult.

To avoid a fit of emo, she decides to just go ahead and try to get a roll call, even if it's through another person. She flips on her video and smiles a bit awkwardly at it.]

I know everybody is still sorta settlin' in and makin' the new guys feel comfortable, but I ain't seen some of my friends yet. I was sorta wonderin' if anyone else had so if you've seen Oz, Peter Parker, Spiderman, Gabriel, or Kaylee 'round I'd be awful grateful if you'd let me know.

If you boys and Kaylee are hangin' 'round out there and ain't sayin' hello, shame on you for worryin' a girl.

If anyone's wonderin', I didn't bleach my hair blonde. [Might as well get that out of the way while she's on this thing.]

[ Hey, look who has not made his own public network post in a literal month. If anything was going to shake this boy into action, this whole sudden move was going to be it. And he is trying to stay calm. Emphasis: trying. ] Hope everyone's friends are safe with all this going on. [ Curious: ] If they didn't make it here, you think they got home, or are they back in the other dome...?

[ He hides his concern well by sounding irritated. ] Did anyone new make it in with us? Anyone see someone who was already here when we woke up?

[ A grumble. ] And how come no one's bothered to talk about the damn engineers and their bragging? [ Publicly, that is. ] We should be looking for them. Try and get some answers. I've got a few fists words saved up for them.

[ Touma heaves a heavy sigh. There is a change in his tone and the way he speaks. It's an out-of-place softness. ] ...anyway. You'd all better be okay. [ Meaning those people who know and recognize his voice; his friends. Some of whom he wasn't done saying things to. All that done, he hangs up to wait for replies. ]

[ ♚ video ]

[ Why the long faces, People of Marina Nova? There is someone here who isn't as happy with this latest change in events but she was determined to do what she does best. Not only that, she is hoping that this would get the anger and frustration out of her system.

Sheryl Nome lives to sing --- and that moment she wanted to remind herself of the life she chose to live.

She was the Galaxy Fairy ... no matter what galaxy she is taken to.

The feeds start with a shaky view of the stage. It was the stage from the amphi-theatre. Moments later, Sheryl comes out and wearing an all too sexy bunny outfit. She turns to the camera and gives a coquettish smile and wink ... but when the camera gave another shake again, she frowned at the person behind the camera. ]

Hold still, Gino ...

[ Her Galaxy Fairy persona returned though as music began to play and she proceeded to dance. ]

EVERYONE, LISTEN TO MY SONG!


I am your white bunny
Jumping and diving in an innocent glide
The Milky Way spills in the galaxy
Hey, I want to eat that candy star

I am your black bunny
A rowdy sexy flag
If I show you my hip line it’s dangerous
At my wink signal, dive into my cleavage

Pure heart, go and violate my exposed skin
To the point that you can not be reborn
If you intensely struggle for it
The crying angel is, watch out, a demon

--- [ Action: Open, Sector 2 ] ---

[ While outwardly calm, Sasha is pretty much pumped on adrenaline as she goes through the new Dome. She figured she would concentrate looking through Sector 0, but upon realizing the daunting amount of personal rebuilding she has to do, she figures she might just look for some kind of anchor -- some kind of home.

Thus she wanders through the Sector 2 apartments, just so she can leave her belongings somewhere safe and that she would have free hands. She keeps an eye open to anyone she can bump into: old faces for her own relief, and new ones she might be able to help... ]

( Private to Touma Kamijou and Gemini Kanon )


(( OOC: Feel free to bump into Sasha in Sector 2 or use this post to contact her via the network! She also doesn't know that Gemini Kanon wouldn't make the transfer SOB. ))

[You're in a new prison and free!

Well, free to look around anyway. Maybe you'll pick your pet up from the pet cafe or search the pile for your personal items before someone else gets to them first. You could be inspecting the barrier around sector six. Did you just hear something scratching it from the other side? Maybe you want to find the nearest clothing store and upgrade from prisoner-chic to something a little more you. Maybe you appeared somewhere awkward and could use a hand with that. It could be you're just wandering around, familiarizing yourself with the new space.

Whatever it is, you're welcome to do it here.]