MarinaNova Asylum

[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.

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 185 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ warm and sunny with increased humidity ]. Please keep this in mind and [ rehydrate ] according to your individual organic needs. Your well-being is important to us.

Requested items for [ Elena Gilbert and Aidan Reilly ] are now available for pick-up at the Kiosk.


Have a nice day and good luck with your continued rehabilitation.

[Cain is coming back from that beach party, too drunk and wandering Sector 3 in search of Painwheel. He knows he needs to catch back up with her, but doesn't want to use his communicator. So, logic dictates the only sensible option is to yell her name]

PAAAAAAINWHEEEEL. I know you live here... Somewhere... [he's staggering as he takes another deep breath to call for her down the residential street]

[he continues to do this for the next several minutes]

[In the week that he's been here, Birdman has figured out what Food Allergies are the hard way, namely because he seems to have every possible food allergy in existence. This was never a problem that came up back home where raw nutrients were just supplied without them having to think about it. But in this place, everything was a crapshoot. Having to actually sit down and sift through what was and wasn't safe to eat was exhausting. And painful.]

[But he thinks he's got the hang of it now.]

[Some of the grocery stores here apparently have options for people like that? He had no idea that was even something widespread enough among humans to warrant special treatment.]
[That's one more notch against humans for him, them and their bodies (and thus the human-derived body he inhabited) even having the fucking capacity to get that sick from food.]

[Anyway, he apparently seems to have tracked down something designated "safe." He's got some nondescript plastic bag sitting nearby.]

Hey, Cain? Are you out there?
[Soft voice.]
I heard about the food thing.
Where are you? Is it alright if I come over?

[Cain is out and about today, despite still needing rest from the day before. He used his powers so, so much that feels hung over today. He's scuffed up and his eye is bandaged, so he's not in the best condition anyone has seen him in. You may also notice a thin silver band over his mess of scars on his neck.]

[ooc: Cain has to complete three punishments. He will be available for video the entire time, but you may bother him during or after either action]

( Catch Cain sweeping the beach )
( Or find him making statue poses )
( Or would you like to play a game? )

Warning: Birdman thread (abuse/ disturbing violence)

[Itachi is assessing the athletic facilities in Sector 1 at the moment, particularly the training fields and the equipment provided by the sentinels. They seem to be more than acceptable for the purposes he has for them.

He lightly tests the weight of the practice weapons, flipping them and spinning them to see how balanced they are. Wood is not the same as metal, but it is still a usable for training. He can't spend his days doing nothing, he's bored easily enough now as it is. Yes to some he may look odd, with his discolored skin and red-on-black eyes. But you'll find he doesn't much care what other's think on the matter beyond abject curiosity.]

[Video]
How interesting isn't it, how easily we fall back into the familiar routines here. The familiar becomes an anchor. Hn.

Tomorrow, six o'clock in the morning, will resume the Physical Defense course, for those who still wish to attend it. For those who have never heard of it, the name is self explanatory. It focuses on hand-to-hand combat and diversion tactics. There is no experience level required to participate. Volunteers are accepted as always in assisting in daily lessons and exams.

Come as you like, leave as you please. I have no desire to those who do not wish to learn.

[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] )