MarinaNova Asylum

Good morning, inmates. I do hope you're awake to hear this message or what follows today may seem like a glitch. I assure you, it is not. We'll be doing some routine maintenance to the network. You may notice some interruptions and distortions of service. Try not to be alarmed or too put out by it as you make your snide announcements throughout the day. Work is to begin at the sound of the beep and it should be concluded by tomorrow morning at the latest.

I should also mention we have a punishment on the docket.
Korra: Property damage.
Details for your punishment are forthcoming to your communicator. You must really enjoy wearing your ankle monitor.

Beep.

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Veridical unless otherwise requested! Mail submissions go here. Network Maintenance Event info here.)

[Yesterday you may have noticed a young woman in an orange jumpsuit trying to beat the shit out of one of the kiosks. And, after taking one look at her face and the dents she's already made in the machine, you would have been very, very wise to stay out of her way. The Wardens can handle it, after all, and handle it they did. Today it's time for Korra to pay the piper.]


[ audio ]
What? Ew!!! I am NOT cleaning your pubic mats! That's DISGUSTING!

[Due to network maintenance, she may have, ahem, misunderstood her punishment.]


[ action ]
[After a great deal of trial & error and possible other inmate intervention, Korra is settled into the spa in Sector 3, scowling as she scrubs the baths.]

[ It's now or never and although he was hoping that some time would push that towards now rather than never, Reid really doesn't feel like he's ready. He feels raw and exhausted and although he's pushed himself to go out and get some clothes that aren't borrowed from Karev's closet, he's so not in a place where public announcements are possible.

But he has to. Now or never. Movements dull, he reaches for the communicator. ]

...░m back. [ A stretch of static-y silence. ] I'm so░▒y.

[The feed is dark for this mini break down, but there's a blond head bent down, fingers clutching at hair as a sound of panicked breathing reaches the headset. Eyes are closed tightly, and the teenager is visibly shaking.]

Too much! W-why all at once? Doesn't make sense...

[To the few who he spoke to the day before, they might recognize his voice, as hoarse and distracted and pain-filled as it was. And those he'd run into in person may as well.]

[Nothing makes sense to him right then, and he's curled up where he'd slept the night before.]

[Martha’s voice is low and mysterious as she begins to recite a poem. Those familiar with any bit of western culture will recognize the chorus lines. Those familiar with Shakespeare will know it as the Witches’ spell from MacBeth]

( The Shakespeare Code )

[OOC: Any and all network frustration is free to happen both regarding this broadcast and any of the comments.]