MarinaNova Asylum

[It's a little later in the day and look it's Mal, but not exactly. He's looking a little more washed up than normal, and his hair is styled just a little different. Plus he's wearing a nice shirt and tie. Yes, a tie. But it's not Mal. Obviously, anyone who knows the man, knows that.]

Wŏ zài qiánshì yīdìng rĕdào shénme rén le ba? [LOUD SIGH.] How long do these experiments last again? I'm not certain how long I'll last in this body. [Yes, that's a stab at Malcolm Reynolds. She's still upset that he's in her body.]


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[The video feed is short, doesn't show Karev's face above the chin because of the angle he's got it set at but it's clear it's not his normal look same as almost all the rest of the dome's inhabitants today. He's still got the wife-beater on though, and his scrubs are draped over a chair in the background. He shakes his head.]

You've got to be freakin' kidding me. The hell's going on?


[Action | Sector 3: Clinic]

[Weird body or not, Karev's still keeping up his usual routine. Just because these aren't his normal freakin' hands doesn't mean he's forgotten how to use them. Granted the way he's stitching up a banana in the clinic could use a lot of work -- it's unbelievable how much muscle memory made everything so much easier. He's just going to grumpily sit in his blue scrubs practicing stitches for most of the morning, fumbling more often than he'd ever like to admit.]


[Action | Anywhere]

[If it wasn't bad enough that his new found body was a terrible stitch, it was also out of shape at running Alex's usual workout routine. He'd almost say screw it but the morning and eve runs always cleared his head, the rest just an excess to keep him in shape. So he'll be all over the dome for his late night run if not in the athletic complex throwing a few shoddy punches at a bag.

For his good efforts, he's hitting the bar after all that. Screw it, he wants a drink.]