MarinaNova Asylum

[Calliope refuses to show her face on the network. The last thing she wants to do is scare people with her "ugly" monstery-ness. So she writes down what she wants to say, takes a seat by the window, and watches the rain with fascination while snacking on her welcome basket goodies. Eventually, she’s plucked up enough courage, and also filled her belly.]

[Her voice is exactly the same as Caliborn’s, but with none of the grump. On the contrary, Calliope speaks with a sweetness that is genuine through and through--albeit toned with apology, and soft for how shy she feels.]

Hello, everyone. I’m-... the sister of that rather loud and demanding boy who arrived with me yesterday. If you’ve had to deal with him, I’m terribly sorry. I'm trying to find ways to persuade him to behave, but finding a fail-proof method is, um, sort of a work in progress.

Truth be told, for all his bluster and bravado, he does have the potential to be truly dangerous. We’re of a species that is very, um, different from many of yours. Though I pride myself on following proper social conduct, he feels that it is his right to treat other people as his playthings. If you ever encounter him in person and feel threatened, please do whatever you feel is best to subdue him.

Even if it means locking him away, or tying him up somewhere.

[She pauses, clears her throat, and tries to sound more cheerful.]

Anyway! Unless you have specific grievances that I can assist you with, that’s enough about him.

For those of you comfortable with doing so, could you please introduce yourselves to me? I’d like to get to know all of you! Being among so many humans and other races is a rather new experience for me. --Not to say Prospitians don’t count as people! But that’s different.

[Filtered to Jane Crocker and Jake English]
Roxy and Dirk already know I’m here, so, Jane and Jake... this is uranianUmbra. I’m sorry that I didn’t contact either of you sooner. It’s not personal at all! You’re both my dear and important friends. It’s just that… well, yesterday was quite a terrible day.

Good morning, inmates.

Today is day [ 211 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ steady rain throughout the morning with clear skies in the afternoon ]. We apologize for this inconvenience and have provided you with indoor entertainment as compensation. For this day only, the museum will host an exhibit on [ Encyclopedias — the root of knowledge ]. Please take this opportunity to further your education.

[Mail delivery of the day: Welcome baskets for the 210 newcomers ]

The items requested by [ Kitty Pryde and Jean Luc Picard ] are now available for pickup at the kiosk.

Have a nice day.

[ And like always, we end this message with a jaunty tune! You're welcome. ]

((OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested! ))

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[ From long before the morning message -- since around midnight, actually -- until around noon, Dirk can be found working in the gardens in Sector Four. When it begins to rain, he scowls, but keeps his work up. He has a date to go on tonight; and he's fairly sure that if he skips out, that troll that is his pre-scratch self will further attempt to fuck things up with Jake. He can't allow that.

Do feel free to bother him. ]

[ voice/open/around 11AM ]

What a great day for rain.

Got a few things I wanted to mention before I'm too preoccupied. First: That wiki Crane was working on? Last night I added a page to answer a bunch of recurring newbie questions. Hopefully, it'll cut down on some of the repetitiveness of New Inmates Day.

Second: My friend Roxy and I have a project we're working on. You know, bettering ourselves for rehab and shit? Anyone who's good with computers is welcome to come help us out. Tony Stark, Penelope Garcia? You two might be interested. We're thinking of meeting in the computer lab tomorrow, around one PM. Who all's game?

Third: Just so everyone knows, I'm taking Jake English to the Sadie Hawkins dance tonight. This is not up for debate. [ He's just a smidgen defensive. Things have been getting under his skin lately. ]

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