MarinaNova Asylum

[Rogue spent most of the rainy day baking, but she's out and about now dressed for the weather in her cloak and a pair of rain boots. She's got cupcakes, cookies, and brownies. She's put them all in little sealed, plastic tubs and has piled them in her messenger bag to distribute throughout the dome. Within the apartments, she'll leave them outside doors, but she'll also hand the treats out to anyone she meets.

Once she's handed out all her baked goods, Rogue heads to the museum exhibit on games. She plans on gathering some of them at the giftshop as well to take home. Feel free to catch her distributing the sweets or wandering about the museum exhibit.]

Hey, what's up guys?

[Rebecca looks a little tired, but she's hanging out in a pile of blankets on the couch with her laptop in her lap. She gives the camera a little salute, taking a pause to sip from her energy drink.]

I'm working on coding something kind of like an online encyclopedia for the intranet here. Kind of like a wiki, if you've heard of those before, on the internet. Basically, it's a way to have people freely edit and create pages of information that can be easily referenced. I was thinking it might come in helpful for people who haven't been here too long, if they've got questions. And since people come and go, having a hardcopy around might keep less information from falling in between the cracks of person to person conversation.

That's not the reason I'm talking to you guys, though.

[She scrunches her nose.] I need a cool name for it. Shoot me some suggestions, or we might just be stuck with Marina-Wiki. And that's kinda lame.

[Zatanna's oh-so-excited-to-be-here face appears on-screen, as she sits cross-legged on one of the Sector Three Park Benches.]

Okay, as much fun as getting stranded in the Sector with a Spa and Arcade's been? Not really looking forward to have to sleep in the park tonight. Especially with so-called "random" rain-showers that seem to have a knack for--

[She's interrupted mid-sentence by her own stomach, which growls loudly. A wince, a frown, and suddenly it becomes very apparent that the poor girl hasn't eaten anything all day.]

...I don't suppose anybody'd be willing to put me up for the night? Or at least make a quick run to the convenience store?