MarinaNova Asylum

If anyone's wanting to spar with swords or -- other abilities, I might be interested.

[He'll be in the athletic complex, with his sword and a spare he made for just such an occasion. Saber should be by soon, but he's happy to kill time with whoever before then.]

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[Voice - Private separately to Dirk and "Li"]

I finished your blades. I'll be in the athletic complex for the next few hours.

[VIDEO//OPEN]

[ Good afternoon, Marina. Have you filled your quota of shirtless, fit men lately? No? Good, cause you're getting another one.

Today, Spike is down at the beach. It's not entirely his own idea, which is evident by the rake he's leaning against but at least it's an excuse to soak up some sun. It's not like he's had much of a chance to do that before. He's currently stealing a small smoke break and seeing as he's bored out of his mind, it's a good time for a network-wide chat. ]

I know I'm at a risk of soundin' like a broken record here but our fearful overlords really don't know what a prison is, do they? 's more like a... one-way ticket resort. And now this party they're throwin'... [ He shakes his head before taking another drag off his cigarette. ]

Makes me wonder if there's anyone 'round here who still knows how to have fun.


[ACTION]

[ It's his last day serving off his first punishment and what better way to spend it than at the beach, fulfilling his second? Okay so maybe there were some bots involved and maybe he was ushered here rather... forcefully but at least he's making the best of it. If the best is slowly getting a sunburn (three hours in the sun after a century in the shade can really screw you over) and very purposefully raking the sand to spell out WANKER.

Anyone's welcome to come down and keep the guy company, poke his sunburn (baby's first!) or just snark in his general direction. ]

[All things considered, Zatanna looks fairly calm as the feed turns on. There's no murderous glint in her eyes, no sadness, or even the slightest hint of annoyance...other than the giant earmuffs she had placed over her ears to block out that awful music.]

[Because of this, her voice is slightly louder than usual as she addresses the Network.]

Now, based on past experience with the Gruesome Twosome, I'm guessing "encouraged" is Warden-speak for "practically mandatory"...which, for once, I'm actually kinda okay with. I even have a couple idea in mind. Might need an assistant or two, though.

Any volunteers? I promise it's nothing dangerous.

Sheesh…well if it’s not one thing it’s another. Is this punishment for wanting a little substance in my life? Well I guess that means a little bit of action goes a long way…

[Is Rubette surprised to be here? Not at all, she’s done the prison thing…heck she’s even done the underwater dome thing, but that doesn’t mean she’s exactly comfortable or happy with the situation either.

In fact, she looks rather annoyed.]

You know whose fault this is? It’s that swordsman extraordinaire moron’s fault that I’m here, I'm positive of it…if he can sacrifice me to the emperor [insert suspicious shudder here] then he's capable of anything. So it's guilty by association, but you know, he’s the real criminal. The blacksheep of the human world, he deserves to be thrown in a hole and buried from the neck down with seagulls pecking at his head! HOW IS THIS JUSTICE!

[A brief pause to take stock of her own less than reputable qualities.]

Okay…well those bandits deserved it…and Djinn said taking Solomon’s Ring was just fine…I’ve never punched, kicked, or fired at anyone who didn’t deserve it…except for maybe that one time…but he was annoying me…and that other time…Who's counting anyway? I’m basically a good person…pretty much…and next to some people I’m downright saintly!

It's not like this is an interrogation or something…

[She’s pretty sure this is not winning her favors since there's no response.]

HEY! Don’t I at least get to flex MY rights? A trial…or a contact…a lifeline…anything…or are the rights of others ignored completely in this place? [The one thing she won’t stand for is having her freedom tampered with.]…Well, no one has the right to tell anyone else how to live their lives so don’t expect me to take this quietly…I’m not some docile puppet!