MarinaNova Asylum

[It's been a few days since you've seen this ugly mug out and about, haven't you, Marina? They're irritably wandering throughout all sectors in the dome today, and eventually, they'll be bored enough to turn the video on so they can scowl at the screen for a moment or two.]

Amphibian life? Bah! We don't think we've heard of anything so dull... It could only be worse if it was about spiders. [Pointed jab at you, Parker, they know you'll be listening.]

We can't remember the last time we've been this bored. [And a bored Venom is a dangerous Venom.] What do they expect us to do for the rest of our lives?

[Milo has found himself in some place new and he's bound and determined to explore! It was all rather exciting, the big structures on any side. And of the grassy areas! There was just so much to see, though he isn't quite sure about the thing on its head. That's not something that was usually there. However, Milo is easily distracted by wanting to explore, especially since there are some rather strange creatures around the area]

[ooc: original character here. He's a young wolf named Milo and he has the ability to communicate telepathically. He's friendly, really he is. He's just curious about the dome]

[There is one unhappy Sheldon over the viewing monitor. He's still actually wearing normal clothes and not the hideous orange jumpsuits that he's seen around]

Is this some kind of a joke? Really? A prison? Whoever came up with this idea really doesn't know what they are talking about. This isn't a prison. It's practically a resort!

Besides, how could anyone convict Sheldon Cooper of a crime? Please.

[A significant pause and now sounding significantly more excited]

Wait, maybe I have finally discovered time travel! But when did I end up?

[ooc: Welcome the beautiful mind of Dr. Sheldon Cooper. A note about him for those who don't know: he is a sci-fi geek and has an eidetic memory so he will remember sci-fi characters ie Star Trek, Star Wars, comic books etc. I'll try to prevent him from breaking other character's brains unless he is given permission to do so]

[ The video you are looking at is looking straight down onto the kiosk and processing plants, from pretty high up. From the ground, if you're happening by the floating island, you might see a head poking out from the edge.

Chuck Bartowski is trying very, very hard to sound like he's not freaking out. ]

Okay... um... [ Coughs, clears throat. ]

This is definitely not where I fell asleep last night. [ Another cough, voice sounds like it's maybe cracking a bit. ] Sarah? Gino?

I didn't mean to say all that stuff before, I swear! No need to send Chuck to the very, very high-up place...!

((OOC: Chuck is from the end of Season 3 of Chuck! He has his nifty watch and his Marina prime memories. He's referencing this incident that happened before he left.))

[It's party time, excellent! The festivities are at Lyrical, the karaoke bar in the third sector. Come sing, come delicious eat food made by the hostess and Elena and Rogue. But mostly, come to drink and be social.

EVERYONE'S INVITED. So post your threads and comment around! This party is about getting know everyone who comes!]

[voice; filtered to the BAU]

Hey guys... just checking in to say that I, uhm. Landed in Sector 2? [Awkward.] Let me know where you ended up.

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[voice; filtered to Rebecca]

Still up for that coffee?

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[ACTION//OPEN]

[ New dome, new living arrangements — and we're back to your regularly scheduled programming.

Having settled in (well...) to his new place, Reid can be found wandering most of Sector 2 from mid-morning to sometime in the afternoon. He's especially easy to find in and around the apartment complexes, the education center and the library, where he'll be terribly busy deciphering his own scribbled notes from the previous two days. Do bother, often and frequently! ]

[Having not actually run into Venom yet, at least in person, Peter is feeling pretty good today. Maybe it's the supposedly fresh air of the morning, or the fact he's a little nerdy and excited about a potential date on the horizon... That is the reason he's crouched up on Speaker Island, checking it out for the sake of a good vantage point and potential Impress The Girl Points. As long as they're not up there when announcements ring out, it seems fair.

The getting up here again should be fun. But at least the getting down is cool. Known through experience as he takes a neat acrobatic dive off the side, free falling before arcing into a swing with a well shot webline.

Maybe also yelling Yahoo! Because really, it's fun. Never stops being fun.]

[Jack gets the network's attention by turning on his headset and whipping it across the room so everyone gets to enjoy the sound of the microphone coming in contact with something heavy. Unlike PM, Jack has not taken his ring off (or if he has, its not off now), so the strange winged, dog-like humanoid is walking over to retrieve the headset. Unlike the day before, he's fitted with a shiny silver collar.

It looks like he's finally taken up residence somewhere, though the room is pretty dark. With what little light is filtering in the room, people watching the feed might notice a few shelves with some strange odds and ends stacked on them. Nothing really special, to the naked eye -- in fact, it just makes him look like a pack rat.

The oddest among them seems to be a jar with a preserved, pure black eye floating in it.]

These robots think I'm gonna do shit for you assholes.

They got a funny sense of humor.

[After the announcement, her communicator clicks on. PM, outfitted with a new silver restraining collar, is lying in the bed she shares with WV and AR (who is hogging the blankets and more than a third of the bed thanks to being skewed diagonally). For the unfamiliar, the three of them are of a hard-shelled alien race--PM is pure sparkly white, and the other two a shiny beetle black.]

[As she starts to wake up, the situation seems so nonsensical that she doesn’t register it as anything more than an odd dream. There’s a span of confused, puzzled squinting with her remaining eye as she reads the summary of her punishment, and finds that no, she can’t turn her feed off. The very moment that the situation fully dawns on her is clear--a sudden widening of her eye, tension returning to her body. She pushes out of bed and strides out, her pajama gown billowing a bit behind her, and she ignores any half-asleep protests from her "dear friends." It takes all of her self-control to gently close the bedroom door.]

[She makes her way to the balcony of their Sector 2 home, which is at or near the top of the apartment complex, given the spectacular view. Only once she’s outside does she let herself explode.]

Excuse me, WHAT?!

[Her whole body is trembling with incredulous rage. Even if the rules had said something about being punished for injury, she didn't actually expect that to apply the one time when she was more victim than mutual combatant. It just seemed too bizarre to be real. PM grips the glowing gold ring that hangs around her neck as she takes a deep, calming breath.]

[Her voice is strong and has an angry edge, but she is otherwise in control.] Good morning. This is PM. It seems that the wardens are forcing me to broadcast myself today.

And this is why.

[They don’t want her to keep secrets? Fine. She’ll oblige. The alien queen brings her injured wrist up and points to her gauze-covered eye socket.]

Yesterday, a man named Jack Noir, known also as the Sovereign Slayer, ambushed me while I was decorating and preparing the new post office. He stabbed me through my wrist to pin me to the floor, and then gouged out my eye.

This punishment is for letting myself get hurt.

... Be careful, everyone.

[That offered, she stalks back inside to go about her day. And you all get to come with her!!]

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((OOC: PM will be 100% trollable all day! About anything!! Everything she does is stalkable!!! ( Click through for more deets. )

[The feed clicks on, and Eddie is staring a little doubtfully at the steak and beer that have been set in front of him. They need to be careful now--cautious. They've alerted their prey in their early rage, and until they get their full strength back, they need to lay low. Peter Parker isn't the only one who can hide in plain sight. He's wearing an orange jump-suit, like all the other prisoners. It's not real clothing though--his Other is quite useful.]

...Was kinda freaked out, wakin' up, findin' out I was in prison. But then they're givin' me steak? Beer? Can't figure out if I'm dreamin' or this is just... weird.

Keep thinkin' if I roll with it, it won't sink in. [He sighs, grabbing a knife and a fork.] Anyone feel like dinner?

((OOC: Eddie can be found at the Sizzle and Sear, in Sector 2. He will not be showing the symbiote unless you really, really tick him off, so even if it appears in some of his icons, try to ignore it! <3))

[Yesterday, Kitty set up team captains who set up teams to explore the various sectors of their new prison home. It's a time for research and possibly dealing with threats. Maybe even encountering confused new arrivals. Not to mention team togetherness since sometimes it was hard to get to know your fellow defense force members. Not to mention not all these people were once members.]

(OOC: I say Day 175, but if you want to use this for Day 174 or even 176 I won't tell the temporal police. There are headers for each team. Use them or not as you see fit! ANYONE is welcome to try to encounter DF members to ask questions, pick fights, or try to arrange slumber parties. Whatever you're into.

OR! If you have a fight going down in one of those sectors and you want to link your post in there for that team's attention, please feel free!)

[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] )

[The first sound is a low, angry growl that quakes throughout their entire frame, low, irritated, but not quite angry just yet. They aren't clothed, but with that inky black skin of theirs, they don't really need it. The shredded remains of the jumpsuit are nearby.] What stunt are you trying to pull now, you wretched hunks of tin? You really expect us to believe this is a new place? That all this has changed?

[They're about to continue when their world suddenly sways, and the beast stumbles, catching themselves with one, large hand. Their entire body shivers, their skin distorting strangely before it contracts as though trying to restrain the muscles, the bones--everything within. Their breath grows short and shallow, rough pants that begin to take on something that's not quite a whine.]

Annie. Annie. [They breathe, and suddenly the camera drops, catching the violent, frenzied action as they seize their head with clawed hands and howl.]

SPIDER! WE'LL KILL YOU! WE'LL RIP YOU LIMB FROM LIMB! [The sound is more bestial than human, and soon, they aren't making intelligible words at all. It's no surprise. After all, it isn't every day that you find out your ex-wife is dead.]