MarinaNova Asylum

[ Lal's never seen an actual ocean before. Or a blue sky, an underwater dome... Almost everything in MarinaNova is totally new to her. That is why her first transmission comes some time after she's arrived. As urgent as it is that she is returned to The Enterprise, there wasn't exactly anyone around curb her curiosity, or answer the multitude of questions she's storing up for later.

But now, she finally starts her video from the shoreline of sector one. For all intents and purposes, she seems to be an ordinary young woman. Except for the odd and slightly mechanical movements of her head. ]

Father.

[ She doubts he's actually here in the asylum with her, but she has to make sure. She pauses, cocking her head to one side just a bit. Being used to the starship's communication methods, she expects an immediate answer. When none comes, she continues on. ]

Asylum. Protection from danger. A facility where care is given to the sick or insane.

I am not sick. This is not The Enterprise. This is not Galor IV. I do not know of a planet with an ocean named "Saylar". Why... was I taken from The Enterprise? Why was I charged with crimes? Captain Picard stated that I had not done anything wrong. So why am I here?

It is a mistake. Since it is a mistake, I've concluded that the logical action would be to return to the surface of this planet. I will do that now.

[ Obviously, the best way to do that would be through the ocean. She hasn't yet realized that the water before her is independent of the dark sea outside the dome, so she's going to start marching forward purposefully. She'll keep going, eventually sinking below the surface unless she's stopped. ]

[Gwen desperately wanted to believe to believe that someone had put a whole hardboiled egg in a pita bread, but the fact that it had an iris sort of made her question it. It was quite lovely though, the iris. A soft brown, like whisky with chocolate in it. Although she expected the taste would be quite different from chocolate. At least the consistence would be.
Suddenly there was a great lurch in her stomach. Gwen gripped the edge of the table where she was standing, and a tint of green lay over the freckles in her face.]

Get it together Gwen… Just… Take it easy. Maybe it isn’t an… An eye.

[Another glance down the bread told her that it might very well be so. A big eye. Too large to be human, at least that was a comfort. It was laying quite peacefully on a bed of some type of light yellow cheese and what looked like cabbage. Regular cabbage. Earth cabbage. It was strange to see it out of it's natural habitat.
Because surely this could not be Earth. Earth held no prisons like this. At least she hoped they didn’t. And if they did she didn’t want to know. Gwen bit her lower lip hard and lifted the bread to her lips slowly, then lowered it. This was not going well.]

H-hello? I-Is this recording? Wh-where's the r-run time... I... My name is Cla... Clay... Sixteen. S-someone's taken me. Again-- [ Clay breaks off here, laughing and it's broken, jagged like a sore wound. ]

Always again. Always repeating. History is a constant loop! Nothing is new, everything is always recycled! And everyone would be able to see that if they just opened their eyes! But no. Th-they can't. Can't see. Don't want to.

[ Pause. ]

I ne-need help. I don't know where I am.