MarinaNova Asylum

[The empty apartment is a little too quiet, compared to when Neil and Sakura were with her. And with Kira probably needing some space after Fllay Alstar appeared disappeared so suddenly, Lacus is idly puttering around with little to do -- an unusual scenario.]

[A tray of brownies is just on its way out of the oven when there's a knock at the door. Lacus unties her apron on her way to to door, answering it barefoot and in a casual wrap dress.]

[Moving fairly quickly, but trying to remain unnoticed, Tieria was making his way back to his apartment from the hospital. Most visible remnants of his encounter with Mr Face two days ago were healed up and gone, thanks to his own nanomachines and the hospitals healing technologies, but one might spot that his one hand was still lightly wrapped in gauze when he didn't have it hidden in his pocket. His clothing, on the otherhand, was still the same set of items he'd been wearing that day, so they were quite ripped along his arm and leg on one side, and rather bloody looking. Beyond that and a barely noticable limp, he seemed fine if not for the attempts to avoid being seen. Bad enough that he was being punished for something not his fault, but to have it announced like that? He was not happy.]

Veridical and Conscienti, not as unreasonable as I assumed. Surprising.


[ Scooby Filter ] (Buffy, Faith, Xander, Willow, Cordelia & Angel)

Am I allowed to call a meeting of the Scoobies? If so, Sector Four, Clocktower Estates, First floor. Just… whenever. Today, hopeully. If I’m not allowed, oops. But hey, I bought donuts... for a meeting.

Awesome punishments they give around here. Kidnap and dismantle a robot for my own purposes -- entirely not evil, I assure you -- get sentenced to hard labor of creating three pieces of wall art. Never painted before, to be entirely honest, but luckily I'm good at everything.

[On the video feed are three canvases set up in the Education Center. One looks like he just tossed colors at the canvas (which is entirely accurate). The second... well. Sorry Steve, he literally couldn't resist. And the third is blank.]

Anyone want a caricature done? I'm definitely getting the hang of this. I can't promise it'll be flattering, or look anything like you, but I can promise I'll do a horrible French accent. I'm talking cringe-worthy, here. Takers?

We have mail here and pizza. Isn't it about time we combine the two? I'm thinking more about pizza delivery than writing on pizzas or with pizzas here. Someone should get on that.

[The not!pirate has spoken.]

[The stores have a lot of variety and a decent supply of the basics, but it's all set up for a small prison population and it shows. So, Sam decided to stop at three of the stores before he felt good about the amount of salt he had. New prison. New stockpile. Maybe picking a rainy day wasn't the best choice for this particular mission, but he found a bright orange poncho to hold over it when he was between places and on his way home. Nothing suspicious here!]

(OOC: Feel free to run into him in a store with food, between them, on his way home, or if you're TFW, at home!)