MarinaNova Asylum

[Filtered to Defense Force*]

Good day, everyone. I have two quick announcements pertaining to the Defense Force.

First, a friend and I have put together some taser-like weapons for those who would feel more comfortable with some additional means of self-defense. We have ten for distribution now, and will have more as soon as supplies are available -- likely 2 or 3 every two days. They are not ideal, obviously, nor are they what you are likely used to, but given the materials at hand this was the best we could make quickly and in sufficient quantities. If you'd care to obtain one or inquire as to the specs, I will be in HQ for the rest of the day to hand them out. Additional prototypes for more advanced weapons are under development and we welcome any ideas and assistance.

Second, since everyone has had time to consider their situation here, I believe we shouldn't delay further in selecting a leader. I believe self-nominations are the most appropriate, as the leader should be someone who decides to volunteer of their own accord. If enough people wish to nominate others, we can certainly discuss it.

If you would like to be considered, please come to HQ and fill out a brief form listing your qualifications and goals for the Force, so other members may make an informed selection:
<b>Name:</b> <b>What qualifies you to lead the Defense Force?</b> <b>What goals and vision would you try to implement in the Defense Force, if elected to lead?</b>

Thank you. If you have any questions or concerns, please do bring them forward.


[Private to Steve Rogers]

Hello, Steve. If you have a few moments, I would appreciate it if you might assist me with something.

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( Private message to Ciaphas Cain )

[On a whim that became a want she pointedly voiced, Saber and Zelgadis are hanging out at the stables in Sector 1; the former eagerly getting in all the riding she can, guiding her mount with a visibly skilled hand and mutual ease through the jumps and obstacles or just galloping around without care-- however interesting the course is, nothing beats running-- until the time limit brings her back into the stall, and she feeds and brushes the horse down while waiting to be allowed to take another one out for a repeat.

The latter, hooded as usual, is doing a whole lot of nothing in comparison, notably keeping his distance from any of the horses and leaning against a far fence post while he simply watches the girl run about for the afternoon]


[[ooc:dual post for Saber and Zel; specify who you want, or we'll tag as we like!]]

( backdated to early morning; action )

[ Gamzee found himself fiddling with the communicator. He was chill as chill could possibly be, having said goodbye to the ache in his head and body after a nap and sopor.

He flicks on the communicator, kind of boredly, and you get a nice (dim) view of Gamzee's face. (He's smiling.) ]

Hey, my brothers and sisters. A motherfucker's got himself wonderin', and, uh... like, how even do you get yourself down to a place to be callin' home? I mean, this place ain't that bad, but. [ He makes odd motions around himself, like he's gesturing to the area around him. You can see shelves behind him. He's obviously in a store. ]

It's kind of not that nice, I guess what I'm sayin' is I'm wonderin' where you get a little hive to stay at? This one's pretty nice. But it ain't mine, it is. Are you even allowed to grab yourself places? Don't even fuckin' know jack shit about this prison-called place, haha.