MarinaNova Asylum

[waking up feeling sick to your stomach stinks and Cyril never wants to experience it again. It doesn't help that the stupid screen in front of his face is flashing a message that doesn't make a lick of sense either. A life sentence for the shit he's done? that is unfair!! So have a very pale-faced man in horrible, blinding orange.]

So. I left the stove on back in my friend's apartment. Hope the place doesn't catch on fire because that would suck. Oh, and kill a lot of people. [p a u s e]

More importantly, this is the ugliest piece of shit I have ever seen. [yeah that's right, this communicator is ugly] I'm supposed to fucking wear this? Why? So I can talk to people? If I wanted to talk to someone then I'd use a telephone. Cause y'know, you don't have to wear a telephone on your god damn face --

[one long moment please as Cyril accidentally turns it off. He's from the 1920s okay HE DOESN'T GET IT] ...Why the fuck aren't there instructions for this crap.

Tarrlok!

[With a loud thunk a fist pounds hard on the domed glass. Knuckles meet it dead on, the sound muffled. Tense, the girl behind the brawn stands with her hands clenching together tightly into solid fists, the name a growl on her lips. Despite the tacky orange jumpsuit, it can’t hide the fact that she’s in top shape, and just itching for a reason to pounce.

Prison? Rehabilitation...? Why that no good, scheming politician...

Rising fully she falls into a defensive stance, and her bright, blue eyes rake the buildings around her. The joke's on him if he thinks she’ll fall right back into line due to some ridiculous message. He’ll never get the chance to manipulate her again. And now he’s going to regret fitting this restrictive ankle bracelet on her and dragging her all the way down into some underwater circus.

Lifting her voice, she calls out to him on a challenge.]

I don’t know what kind of stunt you’re trying to pull, but you picked the wrong girl to mess with.

[Steps even, her face draws down hard into a stern glare as she moves. No noise is made as she walks, aside from the sound of her voice. Whatever he’s done she can’t access her bending with this thing on her wrist. That means her only option out of this place is right through him.]

You’re not going to get away with this, so come out here and face me, you coward!

[Rogue has been working a good part of the day getting ready for dinner. Peter is coming over to see her new place and to meet Logan. This is a big deal since Logan is pretty much the most important person in Rogue's life. She's making slow cooked barbeque pork, sweet potato casserole and coleslaw.

She scrubbed the apartment from ceiling to floor as well during the day, but by six o' clock everything is clean, scented candles are burning, dinner is almost ready, the table is set and Rogue is just coming out of her room fastening her earrings. She's wearing a pair of cargo pants, a tee shirt and her gloves, the tops of her arms bare. She's left her hair down.]

Logan! He oughta be here pretty soon.

At░▓ntion Cri░░▒▒░s. We are cur▒░░tly ▒▒░▓rienc▒░g some mi▒░r technological glitc▒░░. The situa░▒▒ will be under control sh▓░▒▒░. Complain amongst your░▓lves.

(OOC: For the remainder of the day expect some services to be offline or intermittent. At times robots will become inert—but shielded from attack leading to interruptions in some of the dining establishments. Water will turn on and off randomly. There will also be a light snowfall later in the evening (Around Friday in OOC time). However, temperatures will remain warm, so it will quickly turn to rain as it drops. There will be no response from the kiosk for a few hours though you may continue tagging on the daypost where we'll assume this was before the silence unless you indicate otherwise in your tag. Communications, shielding, monitors, and environmental systems other than the snow incident will be unaffected. The glitches will be relatively brief and minor.

Please feel free to respond to Veridical on this post. Veridical will not respond, but you are very encouraged to have threadjacking good times amongst each other!)