MarinaNova Asylum

[ 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! ]

[The view from on top that floating island is quite spectacular, don't you think? Not that Tyki's giving a really thorough pan of the sights, but the camera does catch an eyeful before it adjusts on him. Slightly unshaven, glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose and yesterday's shirt still wrinkled as it was. His back is against the free standing door, and he salutes the feed with two fingers, the others wrapped around the neck of a bottle.]

This place toys with you. Day after day. Yet you're all still having fun, making the best of your misery.

Is it denial or distraction? [Mostly rhetoric. He takes a long sip from the bottle, pushing his glasses farther up his nose.] I wonder how many of you have actually embraced reality.

... And if any of you can get up here, you're free to have a drink with me. [He scoffs, since that's highly unlikely and he chose this place for it's inaccessibility.]

( open action; the winery - evening )

[Catherine turns on her communicator and shows off a very big smile.]

Hey, hey!

[There's some shakiness as she moves her device around to now show off her nails. ... And perhaps you might notice she's only wearing a towel around her body, too. She's been out of the shower for more than an hour now to do her nails, but she's awfully cozy like this, revealing as it is for the public.]

I just finished painting my nails! What do you think?

[She giggles before tilting the camera back up to pause at her cleavage to her face.]

But then I got to thinking... I bet all the girls should have a huge sleepover and do stuff like this together! We could tell stories, play games, talk about boys, and give each other makeovers! Doesn't that sound fun?

[Now she'll bring up a finger to playfully wag.]

But surprise, surprise~ No boys allowed~

[Sougo's sitting at the quietest spot he could find at The Winery. Booze and a quiet, relaxed atmosphere were certainly things he really wanted. Maybe he'd get in trouble for taking the day off, but he couldn't care at all about that. It was a day where he felt like he was slapped with a huge reminder of his misery and loneliness. Having seen his sister for a day and then this place taking her away so soon wasn't fair. A day wasn't enough. This was a load of shit.

With a drink in his hand, he sat quietly, sulking and not wanting to socialize much with anyone. He was sure that people would probably just give him shit anyway, because they don't get him. Because people are quick to judge. Because people aren't considerate. Because people had their own friends and family and world that had no room for him.]

[She's laughing lightheartedly when she starts the feed and soon Catherine comes into full view, seated comfortably at the ice cream parlor with a vanilla ice cream cone in hand.]

So many new people!

[She takes a nice slow lick from her ice cream and then rests her cheek on her hand.]

I want to meet you all~ ... Especially the boys.

[She licks her ice cream one more time, slow and maybe with a suggestive sound, maybe, before she waves daintily at the camera.]

So introduce yourselves! I promise I don't bite.

((OOC: Catherine has a power which makes her highly attractive to just about everyone, at least depending on your character's will-power, so feel free to use that to your own discretion!))

[ There's a girl sleeping at one of the tables in the Vampire Blood Shack in Sector 5, and eventually she lifts her head, blinks sleepily, and looks around. Blink. Blink. Blink. ]

... well, this is new.

[ Yaaaawns and rubs at one eye. ]

Can I order pizza here? [ Looks around again, a little more alert. ] Boy, did you take Cheese-kun?

((ooc: C.C. is from Code Geass and it's been a while since she's visited the prison, but she still has her memories! She is immortal (no, really) so she's available for all sorts of things (vampire feedings, etc.) Any geass-granting would probably require mod approval.))

[he takes a sort of steadying breath before he starts. He's not too practiced at timing with the communicator]

I wouldn't usually ask something like this from so many people that I don't even know, but... How do you deal with heartbreak?

I spent a long time getting to know someone, and I love her, I know I do. But because of the time discrepancies she doesn't remember the same things I do. Even worse, I was thinking about it... And what if the girl I got to know was her double sent here after she was pulled into the prison?

What is someone supposed to so with information like that?

[Private to Kitty Pryde]

[You know, he really was through with bugging you. He didn’t have plans to show up uninvited anymore, he wasn’t going to harm your stick thin little boyfriend. No more chitchat just for the sake of getting you to talk. Though he likes your voice. Not that that matters right now.

What matters is he is dying for a cigarette.

He made it this far into the night without any, and he really preferred not to ask Lacus for the pack despite her offer. Which now seems to have been a stupid idea, in retrospect. But there’s you, Kitty, who despite it all-- and oh, and isn’t there a lot--that he dials up at this hour. Maybe because of it all.

Or maybe just because he likes your voice. Let’s say that.] You've got a spare cigarette laying around, don't you?


[ETA: Private to Catherine]

[After that (above) conversation with Kitty went so well, and a little later into the night, Tyki's come to find his options particularly nonexistent. If he wants a smoke tonight. So he goes to his next option, and failing that he'll return to the first.

He calls her up, shifting on the bed with his shirt hanging open. He did manage to get changed out of that jumpsuit, something he doesn't consider a waste regardless of whether he can convince company to join him that night.] Hey, love. What do you say to a late night rendezvous?

[ 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. ]