MarinaNova Asylum

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 234 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ sunny with scattered clouds ].

Requests for inmate [ Lelouch vi Britannia ] has now been delivered.

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! Mail submissions go here! )

[So it's just after four in the morning and a certain someone has been skipping sleep for a few days now, working on different projects. It's harder to get things to work when you don't have that much in materials to build with, but Richie keeps at it. Even if he can't build, he can at least design. It's not like the days of little distraction give him less time to come up with ideas for new inventions. He just finished drawing the schematics for a solar-powered motorbike.

He takes another sip of his coffee only to realize it's chilled and grimace at the cold. And then another idea hits him and it's awesome but he doesn't have anyone to tell just how awesome it is. So he makes a call, which he completely thinks is privated to Zatanna, but he's running on two hours of sleep in the last three days, so.]

Yo, Zee...what do you think about a solar powered motorbike with--get this. A self-regulating drink holder! It would be amazing right? It would go great with the helmet with the built-in voice-command wifi and satellite radio. I'd just need to design to add-in an sensor for controlling the temperatures between coffee, iced tea, and warm milk.

[His tone is a bit manic, but energetic. He's past the point of fatigue to the kind of crazed euphoria that is a sign of a bad crash to come.]