MarinaNova Asylum

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March 2nd, 2014

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[info]notbabymagic
[info]marinanova
Okay. Here's the deal, Marina. I'm bored.

And I'm not just talking bored-bored, either. I'm talking my boredom's boredom's run out of emergency supplies here. Yeah, the games are kind of fun and all...but not all of us get our kicks out of shooting things or doing flips and stuff. Plus, I'm betting they're gonna be a sometimes thing at most, and a one-time thing most likely.

...man, I never thought I'd miss bad tv. Good tv, I'm sure we all miss, but I'm even starting to miss those telenovelas my dad used to watch when he thought nobody was looking.

[...yes, that was a hint of strong Italian accent that just popped out there for a moment. Followed by a flash of nostalgia passing over her eyes before she remembered that, oh yeah, she had some kind of point to make, didn't she?]

My point is this: we need more fun things to do around here, and M'gann and I had an idea: a party. Not like those fancy shindigs down at the bars and stuff. For one--there's a lot of us here not old enough to drink. For another, I'm talking lights out, glow-in-the dark jewelry, and rocking out to music so loud you can feel it. I mean, really, all we need is a place, a time, and some semi-decent music to set this sort of thing up.

And before V gets its metallic panties in an even bigger twist than they are now...yes, that's all I'm suggesting. Just a rave party. Nothing more.

Who's in?