MarinaNova Asylum

Tattoos, huh? That's pretty awesome. [Rebecca yawns, looking a little ragged.]

No time like the present to start working on my jailhouse sleeve... Who wants to make a gang? We can come up with matching tats.

I'm joking, I'm joking.

[Private to Spencer Reid]

[Rebecca's rubbing at her eye sleepily when the video feed starts, and she raises her brows before nodding her head.] Hey.

It's been a few days, I think he's -- Clay's settled in a bit. But he's still easily spooked, as you could probably tell during his last broadcast. I know it's kind of shitty to tell you to get more rest yourself then turn around and ask you for help, but... I'm not really all that qualified to deal with him. I usually have more resources.

Do you... Would it be cool to ask you for some advice?

[Private Action; Home Apartment]

[It's obvious that Rebecca looks a little worse for wear, tired if not exhausted. Stress and her usually mesh well enough, but dealing with Clay in Marina's taking a little toll it wouldn't ordinarily back home. She's alone in dealing with him - The Brotherhood had good results with Daniel Cross because of the therapy and drug plan, and while that didn't turn out for obvious reasons... there's still hope in her mind to getting Clay mentally sorted enough to function better without trying to kill her in a haze or threatening similar fates to Marina's voluntary medical staff.

She's picking herself off the couch from a short nap, scratching a hand through messy black tufts of hair on her way to the kitchen to start the coffee machine. She keeps an ear open for Clay, skimming her hand over the closed knife drawer absently.]

Martha had been thinking about a new tattoo since before she came here. And now that her other tattoo was effectively ruined by the three scars down her arm, she was even more driven. With the new tattoo parlour open, she made her way to the library to make sure she had the best picture for them.

An hour later, she emerged with a Rod of Asclepius along her left forearm. She looked it over, smiling quietly to herself. It was perfect. It barely hurt even! And even better, she still had some downtime. Martha grabbed food, a book, and found a quiet place to read.

( Closed Action to Euphie and Sougo )

[ Open action to all ]

[ Today is a day where he should probably stay in bed and recuperate, but the Life Skills class is starting tomorrow and honestly, he's a lot happier (if that's even a word that can be applied to a day like today) keeping busy. It keeps him from thinking. Keeps him from facing what he's doing back home, because that is one bitter pill to swallow.

He'll be wandering around the dome rather zombie-like, frame a little more muscular than you may remember. Hair a little longer or shorter — who can keep track? — and skin a little more tan. The physical changes aren't particularly noticeable, but the haunted look in his eyes certainly is, even as he's plastering the horribly cheerful homemade posters on any available surface he can find. ]