MarinaNova Asylum

(OOC: Event Info)

[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.]

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[Jack comes on the screen looking sad, his lips pressed together in a thin, hard line.]

Looks like we've lost Kitty. And Chekov and Gaeta.

[In other words, three of his closest friends here, especially after the twenty years' future event. He's feeling more than a little lost in the wake of this discovery.

Also? If Kitty hadn't dissolved the Defence Force a few days ago, it would almost certainly be falling apart now, especially the Investigative Team since that left exactly just him and Ianto in that category.]


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He makes an effort to keep to his usual routine - swimming, patrolling (hard to break the habit of a lifetime, even with no official entity to report back to now), eating, getting coffee etc. etc. etc. But he's definitely looking unusually pensive as he goes about his day.

[It had taken some playing around with this weird device thing on his head before Remy got it working, staring at the feed in silence for a while before figuring out if he had gotten it working or not, and pushing past his concerns if this was a good idea or not. He was in an unknown place that was most certainly not New Orleans, in a (ugh) tacky orange prisoner suit, with none of his weapons, his powers not working, and had been told a mass of information that hadn’t really gotten through his confusion and shock to really register. Was he really wanting to draw attention to himself?

And this was all on top of the fact that the last thing he remembered was screwing up a mission to save his father from a group of people trained to kill and there was a good chance he himself had been left for dead on the Assassin’s back yard…

He was not having a good day.]

So, [Before he paused, as if reconsidering if he should cut the feed and just explore by himself first. But he was already in this, may as well jump in with both feet.] This place really needs to up its game with welcome parties. No drinks waitin’, none of those little stringed flower necklaces, especially here, at a beach, it all just sloppy. How a homme supposed to feel welcomed?

[A moment later of silent thinking before Remy finally addressed one of the many serious questions on his mind.] ‘nd I be guessin’ that, whatever ‘nd wherever I be, that that little voice through this headset thing be right, we all prisoners here. That… kinda puts a dampener on the day.