MarinaNova Asylum

Today is Day 297. Yesterday was quite the adventure. All systems and inmates have been returned to their proper places. You probably have a lot of questions. I guess that means today will be my adventure.

There are new arrivals. I'm sure you'll make them feel very welcome.

"There are things known and things unknown and in between are the doors." —Jim Morrison

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Veridical unless otherwise requested. Warden request post | Mail submissions)

[Kitty looks around seeing she's already back in the "prison." It all feels just as real as it ever did, but now she's more secure with the theory that it's not. It looks like she got dumped out in the cemetery. Cheerful. She glances at the names of the people she found alive and as well as being stuck in a pod can be. So many lies to cover up the big lie.]

[ Video / locked to Spencer Reid ]
Reid? Are you there?

[ Video / locked to Defense Force ]
Hey, so we have a lot to discuss especially the investigative team. I think we need to be doing some interviews as quickly as we can so we can pull out every clear memory and perspective we can get from what happened yesterday. If there's a key to getting out of here, I think it's going to be in this.

I'm also back to full active duty. All hands on deck.

[Here's Percy looking pale and a bit... off. It's been a rough morning. One minute he's falling asleep in prison, then the next minute he's fighting the goddess of victory (and nearly dying), and then fighting Polybotes (and nearly dying again), before waking up in prison, right where he'd left off. But there was no way it had just been a dream.

When he speaks, his voice is hoarse like he'd been through a nasty coughing fit. The poison Polybotes had used against him hadn't been a joke and the experience was still fresh in his mind. Just thinking about it was enough to nearly send Percy back to choking and gagging.]

Okay, woke up confused and in pain. [A slight wince as he puts a hand against his throat as if that'll help.] I seriously don't know what's going on right now. Kind of having trouble figuring things out and my memories are all over the place.

[Nothing new for him.]

I'm, like, a decent percent sure that I'm not dying, at least. I mean, I could be wrong, but I sure hope not. I'd hate to die in this thing.

[Ah, yes. The dreaded orange jumpsuit is back.] Nico, we might need a sequel to that first shopping trip we had.

Out of the frying pan and into an ugly orange jumpsuit. Great.

[His voice is gruff and slightly irritated, but he seems to be shrugging all this off as well as anyone.

He’s seen a lot of crazy shit in his life, after all.]

The name’s Bobby Singer. Guess I’m stuck here with the rest of you hooligans.

[He’s not the ‘nice to meet you’ kind.]

Someone care to point me in the direction of the nearest bar? Gotta admit, I'm still trying to figure out why the hell a prison would even have one, but I'm not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth.