MarinaNova Asylum

[ It's the final day. Sector 0 is all that remains. Where will you go from here? What will you do, now that your sentence has finished? ]

[ It struck him that morning that, despite going all official and practically living together, they'd actually never really gone out on a date. Considering what a fucking asshole he's been for most of the time they've known each other, Wade figures it's about time he does something to make up for it.

So, he gets into the suit and hits the streets, returning about half an hour later with a cake box. Inside is something very special. ]

Happy birthday, honey.

(OOC: Event Info)

[Video]

Hey guys! It's me again, Becca, back at it with the beach plans for the 'Birthaversary' as I like to call it. There'll be good company and great food at the Beach in Sector 1 all day, so come on out okay? There'll be dancing and beach smores. And gifts for everyone. If that doesn't sell you, let me know what will.

It's also kinda my birthday. You don't wanna disappoint the birthday girl, do you?

[The Beach]

[Rebecca's done her small part in setting up the beach for some all-day fun, from a volleyball net to some (half assed) streamers hanging from the beach huts. There are coolers full of ice and drinks next to a barbecue set up that she's hoping she can con her lovely boyfriend into working at - otherwise it's free grill for those self-inclined. There's food such as salads, burgers, hot-dogs and veggie options ahoy, there's also a ton of pies and cakes contributed by one Charlotte Charles on some set up tables with checkered table cloths. On one such table nearby there is a table of idential bags for guests. Rebecca took some time yesterday to stick random small trinkets and generic gifts in each one so that everyone goes home with something in celebration.

Come nightfall there will be light from some lanterns to set the mood for a warm night by the fires easily lit individually or the larger bonfire that will take place more center stage for smores and general hand-warming. Throughout the day there will be some alcoholic beverages present, but come darker skies it's more liberally passed about in the name of good fun and celebration.]

(Ooc: Comment notifications will be turned off but Rebecca's comment below will be used for network replies. Otherwise, this mingle is open to all for beach birthaversary party shenanigans!)

[ Yesterday was traumatising. What do we do when things get traumatising? Deflect! Suppress! Build a ridiculous monstrosity with hydraulics and lawnmower engines! Yeah, he's literally spent all day on this thing that the camera is currently focusing on. This highly NSFW thing that shouldn't be viewed at work or around minors even though it contains no actual humans. ]

Yeah, I'm quite proud of this baby. I really think I'm on to the next super weapon here - she's got enough fire power to blast us out of here and all the way to Denny's!

[ He revs the engine a bit, testing how firmly that dildo is attached. Looks good for now. ]

I'm starting an illegal fight ring behind the museum. Bring whatever dildo nunchuck or vibrator taser you can fashion and meet me for some good ol' fashioned butt kicking. Oh, and bring beer!

[ ACTION ]

[ As promised, Deadpool will be lounging around on the lawn behind the museum, fiddling with his gorgeous invention and building a quite frankly frightening assortment of sex toys based weaponry. ]

[ Closed to Wade Wilson ]

<sub>[ Kirk had woken up before Wade, which wasn't all that unusual. He didn't sleep long when he did, and he tended to get up early no matter how late it had been the night before anyways. He loved his morning jog or his morning swim, just something to kick start the system and clear his head from whatever had worked its way in while he slept.

He'd intended to dress and leave quietly, letting Wade sleep and hopefully wake him up with breakfast, except... where were his clothes? He frowned, looking through all the drawers, but everything was empty. For a brief moment he thought Wade had done something, some sort of prank, and made for the front door. He opened it up and peered out, briefly stepping into the halls to check over balconies and out windows. Wade seemed the type to enjoy the underwear up the flagpole type of tricks.

Except they weren't there. They weren't anywhere, and a quick check of the network... oh.

Sighing, he went back inside and made his way to the bed, flopping back down beside his partner with a thump. If that woke Wade up, then grand, otherwise he would find something to occupy himself until Wade woke. Possibly pushups, or maybe he should finish that book he took out from the library. He did only have a few chapters... ]</sub>

[ Open ]

<sub>[ Later that afternoon, Kirk has worked up a make-shift sort of outfit from spare bed sheets - outfit in this case equalling a knotted sort of skirt that came to his knees. From the looks of things, everyone else had similar ideas or wasn't out at all, but he would be damned if he wasn't getting out at least once today. He needed to stretch his legs, and he wanted some fresh produce to cook a meal tonight. Might as well kill two birds with one stone.

That of course meant a stop by the market, crouching and reaching for items, which required quite a few minute adjustments of his skirt (kilt?). On a whim he decided to detour briefly to the library. He should have a book ready for when he finished the other one, after all. It was such a drag when you didn't have something nearby, just in case. Oh, and maybe he should see if he could pick up some beer to take back to the apartment too. Yes, absolutely, this was a 'need a beer' kind of day. And churros. And ice cream.

Was body fat and cholesterol even a thing in a digital prison? Time to find out. ]</sub>

THERAPY GROUPS
More linked as they come up!

Turning a New Leaf
Polyamorous Individuals
PTSD and You
Murderers Anonymous
Addicts Anonymous
Counting Days - Managing Life with a Chronic Illness
Phobias and You
Impostor Syndrome
Abandonment Issues

Event info!

[He's been here for over a week now. Enough time to experience some of the weirdness and an apparent shift in ownership - though they were still trapped here. It was enough to distract him from the fact that ... they were still trapped here.

And when the days are normal and it's too easy to think about where he is, and where he isn't, he falls back on photography. Which is how he has spent the majority of this day, darting from place to place, sometimes only pausing long enough to line up a good shot before he's off again.

Nothing is off-limits. People, places, things. All the nouns.

Say cheese!]

[No more rules. Big announcements. New arrival - it's all a little overwhelming when it comes at him along with a festering cough in his chest. His time was supposed to be up, finally, but yet again he's the dead man walking. Every mile, every inch he pushed himself - for what? For her. And where is she now? Better off. Better off than him, that's for fucking sure.

James will haunt the streets past dark; a crooked figure en route to the Daffodil Dive. He shows no outward familiarity with the place once he happens upon it, coughing into his sleeve as he enters. He heads straight for the bar with a limp in his gait, slow but steady strides getting him there. He'll sink down into a seat, as moody as he is greying.]

[ Open To All - Daytime ]
<sub>[ If Kirk had his choice, he would have taken being a woman all day again over this day.

It had all started so normally, waking up and showering and going about his morning workout. Everything should have just been a normal day without to much to worry about, right? But that was what he had seen it. That familiar fluff of hair resembling an overgrown dust bunny. At first glance, it was adorable. It would have been the star attraction at any pet store. But for those that knew them? They were horror incarnate.

He yelped and dove after the creature, only for it to slip through his fingers. Had they always been so quick? It didn't matter, he had to find it. Find it before it reproduced and they had an infestation of biblical proportions on their hands. Which means that people can find him running about frantically, searching hi and low for something.

Sadly, his search would end up suspended at some point in the afternoon.

It's a bit hard to search, after all, when your hands are the size of cartoon surgical blow up gloves. No, really. They hardly look like human hands at this point - more like bloated shapes slapped together, or a balloon animal. If it wasn't that, his tongue went completely numb and he could do little more than mumble his words or slur them. Never mind the random bouts of passing out, or feeling so dizzy and woozy that he stumbled like a drunkard.

God, he would never forgive Bones for screwing with his allergies. Hopefully not to many people saw him like this, though. Small mercies, please. ]</sub>

[ Closed to Wade - Night ]
<sub>[ He debated for longer than he should have. He lay there in the dark, feeling it creeping up, and after the way this day had gone, he didn't have to really think to hard on what it was. He had dreamed it so often in the early days after it happened, this phantom pain that haunted him, a nagging reminder and enduring punishment.

Perhaps he could make it through the night. Perhaps not. But there was one thing he knew for certain - if this got to be to much, he did not want to face it alone. Not this time. Not like in his nightmares. Let this, at least, play out differently. He hoped he would be forgiven for showing such a sorry sight.

He dialed the first number he had saved, groaning as the pain mounted. ]</sub>

Hey, Wade? Do you mind coming over tonight? I could use the company.

[ It took him awhile to wake up, as if he subconsciously knew he wouldn't like what he was about to wake up to and as such tried to put it off for as long as possible. Eventually he had to give up, rolling onto his back with a sleepy groan, hand instinctually coming up to brush through the hair he no longer had. Ah. Of course. You can't have nice things for too long before someone takes them away from you. ]

Fuck!

[Welcome to the great beautiful visage that is Spider-man crookedly in frame, or at least what happens to be Peter in a onesie with his mask on and a box of poptarts in hand. It's the only thing he knows is edible, even if it's taking him several minutes (also thoroughly documented) to fumble it in attempts to open the packet after the recording starts.]

Why is this so hard... to... [paper crinkling] Oh, right. Hey, neighborhood Spider friendly man here to ask what's going on, how ya dooooing. [Anyone else suddenly blind? No, maybe that's too forward. Not something to really advertise either. Shit, is he even looking at the lens?] Everyone... good and okay? Awesome. Good to know.

[Still can't open the poptarts. Throws them up in the air in exasperation as he falls backward to lie on the floor in despair.]

Adulthood wasn't supposed to be this hard.


( Message for (1) one Deadpool McDeadypools )

(OOC: Event Info)

[ Guess who's currently hiding out in the bathroom of an apartment that isn't his, quietly freaking the fuck out about what can only be a lapse of judgment. Whether it's his or Kirk's he doesn't know, but he'd really like to phone a friend right now. Please, Regis Philbin. Send him a life line. ]

C'mon, c'mon... pick up, Spidey.

[EVENT INFO]

 [ OPEN ACTION ]

[ Okay so, yesterday was a thing. A thing that may or may not happen two decades in the future and as nice as it was to walk around out of the mask that's not something Wade is at all willing or able to unpack just yet. Nope nope, he's going to continue as if nothing has happened at all, violently pretending that yesterday wasn't even a thing. That's cool, right?

You can bump into him as he goes through his errands for the day, in full Deadpool regalia, picking up a fancy dessert and a pan of frozen lasagna for what can only be assumed is going to be a super hot date. ]

[ CLOSED to KIRK ]

[ Ring ring bananaphone. ]

Hey babe, want to come over tonight? My parents aren't home.

[Coffee Stop]

[Mutated genes make for slow aging, but it does strike its course with a few laugh lines and the threat of silver in his hair. Nothing dramatic, and honestly he'd take that over a receding hairline any day, so he's really had no reason to complain. There's this slow misery that settled for a while here however, from about when he realized he's most certainly outlived aunt May, that's given him a strong sense of futility. That and that MJ and Harry were somewhere in the ether too, lost to him. He wondered about them often but there wasn't anything he could do to connect with them, despite all efforts. So for the last five years in particular he's tried to start saying goodbye to it. To them. Like he said goodbye to the suit not long before that.

People didn't need Spider-Man here. They took care of themselves, they rose up to do it and there was no need to hide his face when the influxes stopped. When the risks of overlapping his home timeline stopped being risks, when he was older and grew closer to a lot of people with similarities that made him no longer the freak. He was Spider-Man, and now he's just Peter Parker. And he's okay with that. The biting sarcasm, dry wit, it melded with his real persona and simmered down at around the same time he stepped up to be a mentor, a teacher and a tutor.

The days were definitely more low key now and that was... a challenge, to start. But he's filled his time with studying and in turn, the teaching. A curriculum of which he's updating on his laptop, a cup of coffee in arm's reach. Dressed a little better these days, he's rocking his old glasses less for need and more for the image. The "I'm totally put together" false image.]

[Voice;]

I was thinking of putting together a lecture tomorrow for anyone who's interested in reviewing some sweet, sweet intros into Human Genetics. Or Microbiology. Or both, for twice the fun. [Dry; he's not expecting anyone to show, in all honesty, but if he's going to brush up on topics he might as well have a purpose.] Tutoring gets shoved back a day, but if that's gravely concerning we can negotiate something if you really want to impair my social life that bad.

[A pause, then a hiss as his train of thought completely derails.] Wade, did you not fix the sink? I asked you yesterday.

Over the last twenty years there have been good times and there have been bad times. This is not one of the good times. Things were quite heady for a while in the early days, what with the thrill of exploring a new relationship with Ianto and Spike, and then of overthrowing the wardens and finding their real bodies again – and getting rid of the damn sex bands once and for all. But they still couldn't escape, and that meant he was potentially here literally forever, with no end ever in sight. Nothing new to see, no new people, nothing changing ever. Not even Ianto, since Spike turned him (which, obviously, is a good thing, but still an increasingly stagnant one).

Is it any wonder his periods of rebellion from the confines of that relationship – as one of the few things he can actually change here – are getting more and more frequent? This latest break is the strongest and longest yet, and it's got to the point where he and Ianto aren't even speaking to each other. Thank goodness there are at least still some people who'll put up with him!

Open

He's let his routine slide somewhat over the years. What's the point in keeping fit and alert when a) it's all virtual and b) there's no hope of ever getting out of here? It's not like he really gets out of shape anyway. So today you're less likely to find him swimming and patrolling than in a coffee shop or a bar drinking away the hours. Or perhaps in the spa, enjoying the temporary comfort of a hot tub? Your chances of finding him aggressively cheerful and flirty are about even with those of finding him morose and depressed. They're both his ways of coping.

Physically, there are a couple more grey hairs, a couple more laugh lines (because he still laughs, even if it's more dryly than before), but otherwise he hasn't changed. He still wears the same outfit, that's never going to change.

For Kirk

Things aren't so bad when he has Kirk to wake up next to. Any warm body is better than none, and Kirk's is a darned sight better than most, even twenty years on.

Kirk's still asleep, face hidden against his shoulder, so he can't immediately see that the Kirk he's woken up with is twenty years younger than the one he went to bed with. He smiles as he brushes affectionate lips over the sandy hair. "Morning, gorgeous."

(( OOC: EVENT INFO)

[ Video ]

Hello everyone. My name is James Tiberius Kirk - but just feel free to call me Jim. I'm going to be your new self-defense teacher at the Academy. In two days I will be holding the first of my classes aimed at beginners. That is, anyone who wants to learn the basics of self-defense. Anyone of any level is encouraged to stop by, but just know this particular class won't be challenging for those of you with a lot more experience.

If you're looking for a sparring partner, I'm more than happy to arrange private sessions.

The first session for those with slightly more experience - Intermediate, you could say - will be on Day 414, and the Expert class will be on Day 416. I would like to keep those classes a bit smaller, so if you're interested let me know.

All classes will be from 10-11AM.

Kirk, out.

[ Action ]

<sub>[ With his little PSA given, it's time to go about his usual routine. It would look bad if the instructor for something like self-defense wasn't in shape, right? Not that he was out of it - and could you even get out of shape in a digital world? They could feel things like pain, sweat, and pleasure, so best not to court the possibility.

Which means he's taken to the beach for the morning, running along the sand, or practicing a type of shadow-boxing. He had better be at peak condition for his students. He wouldn't want to disappoint, especially if they were giving up an hour of their time to learn from him. Plus, Pike's ghost would be forever ashamed of him and he couldn't live with that.

After the workout, though, he'll probably be found sitting at the Daffodil Dive working on the lesson plan - but that doesn't mean he wouldn't welcome the distraction. ]</sub>