MarinaNova Asylum

[Michiru has discovered the chalk so she's found a relatively quiet patch of sidewalk with as many colors as she was able to gather together. She's wearing clothes that she doesn't mind getting dirty and is on her knees making a rather large chalk drawing on the ground. It's a beach scene with palm trees and the ocean in background. It had been a while since she's done a drawing at all, having been so focused on her music, that it was nice to be able to work on it, even if it wouldn't last more than an hour]

[A buck-toothed smile appears on the screen along with a pair of thick black frame glasses. Bright green eyes look very, very excited. Like. Really freaking excited. Like you cannot believe.]

It's been quite the galvanizing day! I've spent a good portion of it with my chums from-- er, my world, and I've met a few other friendlies here and there.

I'd wager you have nothing to fear, my fellow captives. You may be dismayed by our current status as prisoners, but cheer up! All this crime malarkey aside, I believe we're all just a bunch of ordinary ladies and gents in a completely ordinary underwater dome.

They even have a movie theater! Which I will most definitely be visiting on a frequent basis.

Which, by the way. Dirk, Roxy, Jane! Are the three of you up for a good ol' friendly outing? Complete with bags of overpriced popcorn served to us by jovial youngsters trying to save up for a fancy automobile?

[the video turns on to a close-up shot of a few pieces of colorful chalk lying on a black road. Then a small hand, its black carapace smeared with color, reaches into the frame and picks up the piece of blue chalk. Then another, equally smudged hand takes the communicator and picks it up, and the video bounces and sways as the communicator is set on the edge of a nearby bench. As the frame is adjusted, the side of a building comes into view:]

[it's covered in a chalk drawing of a blue sky, drifting white clouds, and rolling, chessboard-patterned hills dotted with low, spreading trees and patches of bright green grass. With no black chalk available, the artist has had to improvise: the black chessboard squares are really a fuzzy purplish rainbow of several colors, blended carefully into something a bit like black, but at once much more interesting.]

[the frame is adjusted a little more, enough to bring the artist himself into view, too: WV, a short, black-carapaced alien with a smile on his round face and nearly every part of his person dusted with chalk.]

Denizens of Marina! Greetings, and good afternoon. I am the Wayward Vagabond.

[with that out of the way, he continues:]

What unexpected good fortune this is! I had never thought to seek out this particular medium before—not for a very long time, that is, until today. Perhaps, for once, our machine wardens have shown sense, for I can attest to the therapeutic benefits of chalk! I sought it out once before in a time of dire misery—oh yes, most dire, indeed.

[he blinks. It's a pretty cute blink; his eyes are bitty and quite widely-spaced.]

I trust everyone who has thus far made use of it can attest to such benefits, as well!