MarinaNova Asylum

Morning - around the stables

[The stables had become Mal’s morning refuge. Without a ship to look out for, he transferred his life back to being a ranch hand. Only instead of cattle, he was looking after the horses. He almost enjoyed the work even. The horses were worth it. After he made sure all the horses were fed, watered, and brushed, he took a few out for exercise before saddling up Serenity. Rides with here were the closest thing he had to freedom here. Even with the scattered rain showers.]

Early Afternoon - library

[His choices were endless. Mal drifted from aisle to aisle, picking a book up and leafing through it before putting it back and finding something else. In all honesty, he wasn’t sure what he was looking for. Nothing held his interest today. Until he found ancient Greek Literature.]

Late Afternoon - The Coffee Bean

[A cup of coffee, a copy of The Odyssey and a comfy chair. The scattered showers made it difficult to enjoy anything outside, but he didn’t really want to be stuck back in his bunk. So he stretched out and lost himself in the deeds of the hero.]

[ here's a semi-smiling face you haven't seen on the network for awhile. ]

I kind of feel I need a change. Is there anyone who can give me a haircut?


OOC: this is the haircut the mun has in mind.

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It's been a full week since Helen realized Jean-Luc was gone, a full seven days since Ashley's birthday. At times, it's felt as though much more time has passed; at others, it feels like only yesterday and her heart breaks all over again. She's been keeping to herself more than usual. Even after she returned to work at the clinic and with the language classes, she was still having a difficult time wrapping her head around everything.

And then someone had mentioned the Memorial Gardens. It had seemed like such a simple thing, but now Helen isn't so certain it's as simple as she thought. Perhaps this is what she's needed.

Most of Day 266 can find her choosing flowers, specifically certain colored roses. These aren't to plant, more for show. For her. The flowers she chooses to plant in the garden are simple, tulips, daffodils, easy things that are very pretty and possibly easy enough to care for should she choose to return every so often. With three bulbs in hand and several roses, she takes to the earth. Once each of the bulbs is set into its spot, she places the roses over the spots where she has just planted new life. Three white roses for each of her special people, three yellow, one orange for Ashley, one pink for James, and one red for Jean-Luc. One of each color remains in her possession, as a reminder to herself of the people she's loved and lost.

After a few minutes of simply sitting there, one of those scattered showers does appear. It isn't much rain, but it's enough that she takes advantage of it. Holding the roses in her hands, she brings them to her nose to smell, allowing the sound of the rain falling to mask her tears as she finally truly weeps for three people: Ashley, her daughter, who was taken from her much too soon; James, her best friend and former lover, who had always challenged her to be the best she could be; and Jean-Luc, her lost love, whom she misses now more than she'd ever thought she could again.

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[ later, once she's back at her apartment and a little more dry, she decides to address the network. she might not be dripping wet anymore, but she still bears the signs of having just been playing in the rain. what's noticeable this time is that the old glint of determination and confidence is back in her eyes and her voice is strong. you guys all missed the old helen. ]

I seem to have run across one of those scattered showers we were projected to have. This seems as good a time as any to remind everyone that the clinic is here for your use. I have also recently begun an Earth language studies course in conjunction with the Academy here. If anyone is interested, I am most certainly willing to offer what I know. In fact, today is one of the days I will be teaching, so please stop by the classroom if you're interested.

[ ooc: she can be encountered in action at any point in her endeavor, even while she's sitting in the rain or for the language class, or with responses to her network address. ]

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 266 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ cloudy with scattered showers ].

The unforeseen abundance of [ tribbles ] yesterday has now been cleaned up. Due to the extreme nature of this event, no punishments will be given out at this time. Harming or killing pets in the future will be punishable according to the [ facility rules ], as always.

Neutered and spayed tribbles are now available for adoption in the [ Pet Café ] in Sector 1. We thank you for your patience in regards to this matter.

Request for inmate [ William Pratt ] is 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! Mail submissions go here! )