MarinaNova Asylum

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October 18th, 2014


[info]antideath
[info]marinanova

[info]antideath
[info]marinanova

day 293 - video.


[info]antideath
[info]marinanova
So, first question is - how many of you have been here longer than three months? Just a general survey.

( she smiles, pleasantly. ) If you haven't, I'm Claire. I apparently took an almost-three-month hiatus, but I've been here before.

Second question - is there still a cheerleading squad?

And, third question... Cupcakes. How many of you like them?

[info]candothat
[info]marinanova

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[info]marinanova

Day 293 - Video / Action


[info]candothat
[info]marinanova
[VIDEO]
[It's well into evening by the time Chekov, confident that he has a solid understanding of this new prison, makes use of the communication device that he was issued upon arrival. The nineteen year-old bears a striking resemblance to a current inmate. His posture is significantly better, he looks far healthier, and he has a ridiculous accent, but there may still be confusion.]

This is Lieutenant Pavel Andreievich Chekov of the starship Enterprise. I would ask anyone who is affiliated with Starfleet to respond to this message, please.

[Not the most subtle of hails, but he doesn't want to risk missing fellow officers by taking a stealthier approach. Why put effort into being subtle, anyway? Isolated prison universes are very different from, say, alien planets; Starfleet's rules regarding contact with new lifeforms hardly apply.

Business out of the way, the Russian abandons the careful diction and formal tone for something warmer and more personable.]


Is there anyone who is interested in speaking with me? I find foreign universes very lonely and boring when everyone is still a stranger.


[ACTION]
[Chekov spends the day investigating sectors one, two, and three, taking a special interest in the maintenance bots that are busy cleaning up after the storm. The food carts in sector one also capture his attention. As soon as he decides that it would be ridiculous for those in charge to poison those they wish to rehabilitate, he becomes intent on tasting everything that is both edible and unfamiliar. When imprisoned, it's always wise to take advantage of any hospitality offered.

He keeps the headset off as often as possible. It's an annoying contraption--not nearly as sleek and unobtrusive as devices at home with similar functions. Should anyone address him in a language that he doesn't understand, however, he's perfectly willing to put it back on, as is polite.]