MarinaNova Asylum

[Turning on an unfamiliar device and speaking to an audience of unknowns was not number one on Liv's new arrival to do list. It did, however, manage to make the top ten, because even after having her crimes played for her and her situation explained, she needed to talk to someone—anyone—about what she heard. And maybe she's not alone here? Ravi? Major? Peyton? It's probably too much to hope this is where they disappeared to, right? Not that she wants them to be in prison, but as long as she's having some kind of psychotic break or wild dream she might as well see some familiar faces?]

Hi. [Good lead in, but now what?] I'm Liv. Olivia. Well, Liv. It doesn't matter. The point is that I'm here wherever here is.

I'm just a harmless [Trying too hard?] assistant medical examiner, so I don't really know why I'm here. [She was extremely not amused to see cannibalism and necrophilia on her list of crimes. He was a zombie, not a corpse. There are some pretty big differences. Zombies can lie about being dead. And that's what she's going to be doing for as long as she can. Which might not be very long at all if she doesn't find a way to get brains.]

So, is there a morgue? [Of course she just want to know for work-related reasons. Sure...] Just asking. I don't really know anything but what they said in that welcome message, so fill a girl in?

[She'll just be exploring for now.]

Action

[I could learn to hate this colour... Having awoken in this place, wearing the atrocious orange jumpsuit, not even a mark on her skin, Angelina thought she had been taken to a place where she would live out all her sins. But when nothing happened to her... Well, she started looking around. So unseemly to be wearing what was not even fit for dock workers...

So she wandered, looking for a clothing boutique. And perhaps a milliner.]

Voice

I wonder if anyone could direct me to a well-to-do tailor? I find myself in need of a new wardrobe.

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 328 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ warm and sunny ].

We apologize for the [ weather related malfunction ] yesterday and assure you that it has been corrected. Please be careful as you make your way outside, as some areas may still have excess moisture. Your safety and well being is very important to us.

The following inmates have been found guilty of breaking the [ facility rules ]. Full details of their punishment will be transmitted to their devices shortly.

Charlotte Charles : Death.
Sarah Williams: Death

New inmates will be arriving in the facility shortly. Please be aware of this disturbance as you go about your day and help them get started on their [ rehabilitation ]. We value your cooperation.

Have a nice day.

[ And like always, we end this message with a jaunty tune! You're welcome. ]

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested! Warden request post is HERE for your convenience! Mail submissions go here! )

[ She wakes up like she wakes up most mornings, wrapped in a warm cocoon of blankets and with Gadget sniffing in her face. There's sleepy movements, perhaps slower and more sluggish than usual but in this state of half-sleep she's not really thinking about it. Just like she's not thinking about crushing blue depths, about being caught under the surface, about not being saved in time.

A soft moan slips past her lips as she turns around, away from Gadget's wet tongue to burrow against the familiar weight next to her in bed. An arm flops over his side, as if this is any normal morning. As if they just went to bed the night before. ]

[ It's been awhile since he addressed the network, but long time watchers may notice that there's a quiet kind of determination seeping into the young doctors shoulders. It's not the ideal day to do this on, but if he doesn't do this now he'll chicken out. ]

It's been a long time coming, but... consider this my official resignation from the Defence Force. Effective immediately. That's all.

[ Locked to Rebecca ]

Rebecca? A word?

[ Locked to Nathan. ]

I'm picking out an apartment today. There'll be a room for you, should you want it.

[ There was a brown-haired man who seemed pretty battered up, though not as completely exhausted as he himself was expecting. Any life-threatening injuries had been healed... but the eyepatch was in place, needed, covering his right eye where the visor covered his good one. ]

... are you people for real? I mean, not that I don't see the point, all things considered. And not that I'm not grateful for getting yanked out of a potentially life-threatening situation. But this place?

It's not exactly a complaint, but the punishment doesn't seem to be proportional to the crimes. Other than the part where there's work to do and it can't be done while I'm stuck here.

Anyone know what the actual big idea is? Because something doesn't add up. If you've got something to say about it, name's Lockon Stratos.

[ No, he wasn't expecting ready answers. But he was curious about reactions. Any variety. ]

Oh, and by the way, whoever's been taking care of this little guy here? [ He made sure Haro was in the vid pickup, a blue multifunctional ball. ] Thanks a bunch. It really is appreciated. [ Lockon - Neil - did, in fact, know who it had been. But if this was a prison... he might as well let those who've been here longer contact him, rather than calling them out directly over the network. A little bit of caution could go a long way, right? ]

[Early | Video | Closed to Ton]
Hey... How are you? [She'd scanned the network hoping to see Chuck cheerfully telling people not to worry, but with no such report, she assumed she needed to get to him. Make sure he was surviving.]

[Voice | Open]
I just wanted to thank everyone for how you handled the flood. You came together to watch out for each other and keep as many people safe as possible. [The ones they lost still weigh on her even if at least one is back and breathing already.]

I can be pretty demanding when things are bad, and I usually forget to be appreciative and encouraging the rest of the time. But I am even when I don't show it. [This isn't an easy speech for her. It's hard to be open. She's learned with a handful of people. A handful that feels like it's always shrinking. So, it felt like it was time to let more in and time to motivate in a new way. This place can drag you down too easily. And after watching Ton lose Chuck—even temporarily—it felt like time to say things that should be said.]

If you're wondering why I didn't filter this to the Defense Force, it's because we're all in this together whether you're on the team or not. We don't have a lot here, but we have each other. That's how we're going to get through this. It doesn't mean it's easy. It's just what we're going to do.

So, thanks and that's it.

[Video | Closed to Rebecca and Carol]
You guys want to go to a bar or something tonight? Or hang out here? It's a new here. I just moved to the sector 4 apartments.

[After learning over the best way to use the new communicative device over his ear, Conrad believes it is now a good moment to sent out a message to all those within the dome.]

Good day to all those who can possibly hear me. [So far so good. He believes the communication device must be working. Hopefully. Watching someone else use a device like this one is definitely not the same as using it himself, this was definitely a learning process.] My name is Conrart Weller. Conrad will do just as well if you find it difficult to pronounce my first name. I come from somewhere far away as I am certain many of you are as well. I am new to this facility and given device.

[He'd use a pun at this point, but decides against it for the time being.]

I was briefly informed over the reason for having been brought here; however if you wish to offer more information that someone new should know, then it would be a pleasure to hear about it. Although, I do admit...there is a more urgent matter I would like to address more than anything else. [A short pause as he tries to gather his thoughts while he continues to observe his current surroundings.] I am currently searching for someone if there is a way to search for them -- like a list of names -- then I would greatly appreciated the help in finding it. I'm still quite new to these type of devices. A easy to understand explanation over the best way to find it would suffice.

[And with that all said, Conrad decides to end his first conversation here. It's been a while since he has spoken on a phone-like device. Either way, he does know it would be proper to end the conversation with:]

Have a wonderful day.

[The feed ends there.]

[Blood... torture... pain... A familiar nightmare to the young Earl Phantomhive. Something startles him awake, and he reaches for the gun under his pillow, only to find... grass? Why ever did Sebastian allow him to fall asleep outside in the garden? Although, this place doesn't look like anything around Deidrich's castle... And what on earth is this garish orange jumpsuit doing on his person?]

SEBASTIAN!

[No response. How strange?]

SEBASTIAN I ORDER YOU TO COME HERE RIGHT NOW!

[Wherever could that butler be hiding? And how dare he disobey a direct order?]

[Waking up in bed was perfect, because he didn't want to be anywhere else. He lays there for as long as he can, feeling tired and wretched and little sick. Feeling people die is just a thing he can do. A buzzing in the ears, worse if he's attached. Had he gotten so attached already? It was Bianca all over again.]

[Audio | Private to Chuck]

Hey, um, I felt ... Are you okay?

[ Action | open ]

[He drags himself out of the apartment around noon for coffee and something to do. Something to do is pull his hood up over his head, find something hot to drink, and settle in somewhere where he can see people. That's what he needs to see. Living, breathing people.]