MarinaNova Asylum

Um, hello? I seem to be lost. I don't believe I've been here before. My name is Quatre Raberba Winner. Can anyone help me?

[Duo looked rather concerned, and really seemed confused. He pulled back from the feed for a moment. If someone listened close enough, they might have heard the next statement before he shut off the feed.]

Why am I in Duo's body...? Is that even-

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[He was wandering around Sector 0, looking confused and lost. Someone care to help the guy out?]

Oh no... not again.

Is anyone else having issues today? I seem to be stuck in like permanent phase.

[Like she said, Kitty was standing in the middle of her table. In the middle of her table...]

[ The possession that Claire is experiencing is... an odd one. She isn't possessed by someone else. She's possessed by herself. An alternate universe version of herself. Cold, distant... cruel. And she's not exactly thrilled about the hair being blonde again. Her expression is nothing other than disgusted. She's also dressed differently. Instead of anything resembling fashion conscious, she's in black. All black. Jacket, shirt, everything. ]

I'm looking for Peter Petrelli. [ She looks up at her hair for a moment, then yanks it violently into a ponytail. ]

And brown dye.

[ Yep. That's all you get. For those who know Claire and her personality, this will be a glaring difference. ]

This must be what hell feels like.

PACKAGE RECIPIENTS

• Penelope Garcia: a package from Derek Morgan.
  
• Buffy Summers, Cordelia Chase, Faith Lehane & Xander Harris: packages from Oz.

[PM has managed to avoid the worst of the confusion from today's "errors." Q being in Yuuri's body, and Fletcher in Dirk's? Weird, but manageable. This place has done far worse to her and to others, after all, and talking to people with the wrong faces is far from it.]

[This, on the other hand...]

[She sees the couple walking down the path ahead. Their silhouettes are instantly recognizable. A chill runs down her spine. PM surges forward, gripping the ring around her neck so that it doesn't bounce up and hit her in the face.]

Questant! Keeper-! [She reaches her paw out to touch WQ's shoulder, but it passes right through. Neither the tall and thin Prospitian queen, nor the stout and thick Prospitian king, appeared to have heard her, anyway.]

[Despite knowing she's on her route and should return to it, PM follows the ghosts for as long as they remain visible. Her chest aches, even as they flicker out of existence for good.]

[Only once she's sure they won't reappear does she stop. Her hand has been gripping the ring the whole time, and realizing this only makes her squeeze it tighter. PM remains standing there for several minutes, her expression unreadable.]

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[Piper was spooked. She'd dealt with ghosts, even ghosts of people she knew, but nothing like this. In fact, this was the one person she hadn't seen before as a ghost, and she was not happy about it. For the moment, she was in the grocery store, buying up things to bake since she didn't have any plants to water and the apartment she was using was already clean. She needed a distraction, and she needed to not see what was happening and who was wandering around blankly through the dome.

She needed to not see who was standing outside the grocery store as she was trying to shop. She was being clumsy, though, kind of slamming things about and dropping them into the basket with a lot of noise. Clearly, she was upset.]

Hey. [Okay, he never knows how to start these, so he'll just start.]

These aren't ghosts.

At least not any kind of ghosts I've encountered. They don't react to anything that should detour them, but they don't seem hostile or even aware of us really. [This guy flickers into sight right behind Sam. He hasn't noticed yet.] So...if anyone needs help or has more information, let me know.

Thanks.

(OOC: Backdated to afternoon. Feel free to run into him as he patrols.)