MarinaNova Asylum

[It looked like a rather idyllic setting, Trowa’s teammates, his comrades, his friends seated around a table, talking and enjoying a meal. It was something that Trowa liked to see.

Then the next thing he knew it looked like the scene was suddenly surrounded by fire, preventing him from reaching them. They didn’t seem to notice that they were in danger, but when Trowa tried to call out to them, he couldn’t seem to call out to them]

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(( OOC: EVENT INFO)

video

[The feed comes on. There's empty space over what looks like the top of an armchair. A squeaky Haro voice states that the communicator is on... twice. A hand with a thumbs up comes over the back of the chair for a moment before disappearing again.

Suddenly, two puppets appear above the screen. Some might recognize Duo's watch peeping out from under the bottom edge of one of them. The puppets look like a children's project, like mittens with little heads put on them. One resembles Quatre, and the other resembles Trowa.

Trowa puppet starts the scene, speaking in a really bad impersonation of Trowa's voice.]

TP: Quatre?

QP: [Quatre puppet folds his hands in front of him, squirming. His voice impersonation isn't much better than Trowa's.] Trowa... I-I... love you.

TP: [Trowa puppet puts his arms out to the side.] I... love you, too, Quatre. Since the moment I first saw you.

QP: [Quatre puppet's little mit hands clasp his own face in surprise.] Oh, Trowa!

TP: [Trowa puppet takes Quatre puppet's little mit hands into his own.] Let me make love to you... Quatre!

QP: [Quatre puppet pulls Trowa puppet closer.] T-Trowa!

[The puppets embrace and start to kiss and... ahem...

After a moment of hot puppet love, the video tilts and shakes a little as Haro sudden turns to show Trowa standing nearby, looking really annoyed. Quatre could be heard as well.]

Duo, what are you doing?

[The puppets suddenly stop and then slowly disappear back down behind the chair. Duo responded]

Uh... I was bored? [He leaned around the chair, glaring at Haro for a moment, and snapped at him in a harsh whisper.] Haro! Turn that off!

[The feed cut.]

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action

[During this whole show, Duo was awkwardly seated behind the chair, which is pulled away from the wall, with his injured leg stretched out to one side, his arms stretched up with the puppets over the top of the chairback, his black Haro on the coffee table with communicator filming, and his crutches laying on the floor next to him. How he managed to get there without falling on his face, let alone how he managed to get the chair pulled away from the wall while using crutches, is completely unknown. How he was planning on getting back up again after he was done with his little impromptu puppet theatre was also completely unknown.]

{OOC: INSPIRATION}

Action

[ After the morning greeting, and going through the introduction message a few times, Quatre is... well. Confused. This makes absolutely no sense, not in the least because he has no memories whatsoever of being snatched from where he was.

The only way he can think of to figure out how to get back is to find out more about where he is.

So he sets out exploring.

He goes into a store for clothes and doesn't see anything like a cashier's, at some point. So he carefully folds and leaves his orange jumpsuit on the floor, as an attempt for recompense, and walks out far more comfortably with trousers, button-down, and a vest. He will ask anyone he actually meets about how to pay back. Because that seems only fair to him. ]

Audio

[ Much later in the day, he decides to explore the communication options of the device attached to his head. It is clear it is meant for communication, but there has been nothing incoming during the day, so he wonders.

Just in case, he does not give his name, nor does he show his face. ]

Good evening. I am a new person here, and I was wondering if any of you know how they got the information they have about crimes committed? Whose jurisdiction are they under, too, since definitions vary.

[For those who might know him, this person looks rather familiar. The fact of the matter is... he isn't who you think he is. You might be able to tell by the completely deadpan way he talks as opposed to his normal hyper self]

Well, at least I know who this is... Doesn't make it any easier to believe.

Duo, I think we need to talk.

[First thing anyone can see on the feed is a pile of tribbles. Nothing unusual, right? Purring away and wiggling as they do. Only a blond head emerges a little, blue eyes blinking a little as Quatre somewhat emerges to pet one of the quieter creatures. He's looking somewhat better than the last couple times he's shown up on the network, at least a smile tries to form that isn't strained to hell and back.]

It doesn't seem to matter, but does anyone know what these guys eat?


[OOC: That's right, Quatre's buried in a pile of tribbles!]

[The feed is dark for this mini break down, but there's a blond head bent down, fingers clutching at hair as a sound of panicked breathing reaches the headset. Eyes are closed tightly, and the teenager is visibly shaking.]

Too much! W-why all at once? Doesn't make sense...

[To the few who he spoke to the day before, they might recognize his voice, as hoarse and distracted and pain-filled as it was. And those he'd run into in person may as well.]

[Nothing makes sense to him right then, and he's curled up where he'd slept the night before.]

[Quatre's listened intently to every drop of information he's been given, along with what his eyes and 'normal' senses have to say. Though one sense is lacking...and making him twitchier than he's been the last little while. It's almost a blessing to not have as big of a gaping hole in his heart for feeling Trowa's absence, but even that thought makes him feel horrid.]

You'll all have to excuse my abrupt questions, they're likely not even surprising to those who have been here for a while. However, I feel they deserve asking, and I'd like to hear any answer you can provide. What happens if an inmate cannot be 'rehabilitated'? What if it's too late to save someone?

[The sector map on his visor tells him he's in Sector One, and his nose tells him there are horses nearby.]