MarinaNova Asylum

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[the feed flickers on and Painwheel's awkwardly rubbing at her bicep, looking away from the camera for a moment as she's momentarily seized by anxiety. it's a little bit of a touchy subject that she's attempting to breach, and it shows.

she does lift her head properly before too long, making proper eye contact with whoever's viewing the feed.]

I've been doing some thinking.

[she pauses and lifts her dry, chapped fingertips to touch the rough leather of her mask.]

About my mask.

[a dead, black fingernail snags a stitch, catching and pausing.]

I've‐been afraid this whole time, and I didn't know why. But I think I understand now. I think I might take it off after all.

[The damage in Sector 2 has long been repaired from a certain chimera's rampage a few days earlier, forcing Saber to navigate the maze of alleyways from the small corner she'd hid herself away in to rest, instead of going straight through building rubble like she would have been able to before. She eventually manages to squeeze out onto a main street; looking generally worse for the wear with her blue gown wrinkled and rumpled, silver armor scuffed up a bit, and complete with a tiny smudge on her cheek. Some of it from the fight with Zelgadis, some from the tight spaces she ran into on her way.

She makes to dust off her dress before pausing, seeming to realize it's a lost cause, and the next moment it's as if her armor shatters in a brilliant flash, leaving the small girl in a crisp black suit now, blonde hair pulled back neatly and no trace of her previous dishevelment. Throughout all of this, and while starting to fiddle with her device, she keeps an utter impassiveness-- what part of this is out of the ordinary here, after all-- but a hint of unease gradually seeps into it when her attempts to contact Zelgadis go without an answer. She knows her master is present, can feel him even if only slightly at this distance... so she merely assumes that he's incapable of replying. Which means her options are... wandering around, trying to follow their connection to his location, and the network that she so dislikes making use of. But desperate times, and so she straightens out both her tie and expression, and readies to spit out her request as quickly, yet courteously, as she can]

I apologize for any interruption I may be making, but if there are any who could provide information and the result of the-- [Shortest pause; she's aware time has passed but not entirely how much. Who listens to announcements, ever?] -- recent incident in Sector 2, it would greatly appreciated. It is of utmost importance to me, and I have been indisposed for some time, so--

[A sudden, deep rumble interrupts her, echoing at least to the next block and eliminating whatever was going to be said next from sheer surprise, and the girl freezes, expression momentarily unreadable until she very swiftly ducks her head with both clear embarrassment and a hurried "thank you" to the camera before she flicks it off.

It seems the first order of the day should not be information, but food...]


[[ ooc: seiba back from hiatus |D And like it says, her hungry can be heard for quite a distance, so passing people wondering what the hell that noise is, or just witnessing her mahou shoujo-ish transformation, are all very wanted! ]]

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 185 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ warm and sunny with increased humidity ]. Please keep this in mind and [ rehydrate ] according to your individual organic needs. Your well-being is important to us.

Requested items for [ Elena Gilbert and Aidan Reilly ] are now available for pick-up at the Kiosk.


Have a nice day and good luck with your continued rehabilitation.

Hi, everyone! I've been pretty quiet lately, but I've had my hands full with a few different projects, so please forgive me for that. [ Subaru is still quite enthusiastic, despite starting her broadcast with an apology. ]

I'm making this broadcast because I wanted to say that some of that work was in preparation for tomorrow's class. Those who are on the Defense Force already know about it — [ Because she would have stopped everyone she knew to be on the DF to see if they were interested! ] —but the Emergency Management seminars are open to everyone, and not just us. In fact, I encourage everyone to attend at least one session, even if you're new!

The whole point is to keep everyone safer and get ready in case any emergency situation arises. An accident at the beach, an injury while working with tools, a sudden fire or flood... things like that. [ Her expression calms a bit, because she wants to look reassuring. ] I'm not saying that bad things will happen, but I won't say it's out of the question. The domes — this one and the last — both had their share of incidents and I want to better prepare everyone for as many possibilities as I can think of.

[ She puts a hand to the back of her head. ] Eheh, I guess fire drills will be more difficult to arrange now... maybe I should organize them per sector...?

[ The purple-haired woman cut off her own train of thought and bowed her head. ] Thank you for listening. The class itself is tomorrow, so I hope to see a bunch of you there!

((OOC: I may or may not post an actual class next week, depending on interest! If you want to just reply OOCly with a note that your character would be attending barring any recoil from this week's event, please do and I'll go by that!))