MarinaNova Asylum

[Action/Closed]
[Morning. She's not quite awake yet, but she feels warm and safe and pressed close to someone and it hasn't quite had time to feel wrong yet.]

[Action/Open]
[Single again. It's getting to be shorter each time. One day is definitely a record. She keeps reaching for her communicator to call Ianto or even Reid, but she keeps putting her hand down again. It's probably starting to look like some kind of bizarre exercise routine to the casual observer. Instead, she settles down in her office at the Defense Force headquarters to look through some of their research even if her mind isn't really on it. Apparently there was also a murder yesterday. She needs to check that out. Part of what everyone went through or standard murderous tendencies?

The door is open in case anyone wants to come in. And if you do, you might notice the band on her wrist which has been blue for quite awhile is now a bright red.]

[Video closed to Piper]
Hey, can we talk?

[Video closed to Pavel (later)]
Hey... Um, are you busy? You want to do something? We could talk about quantum mechanics or eat ice cream. Or do both I guess. They aren't really mutually exclusive kinds of activities.

(OOC: If anyone would like to call her privately, you can do that on this post too and it's always possible to catch her en route here and there..)

[It takes a few minutes after waking to determine whether her most recent memories are from an especially vivid dream or something that really happened. It didn't seem like it should be real, but it certainly felt that way.]

[Video closed to Nathan]
[It isn't long before she's making a hurried call to the boy she never meant to hurt.]

Nathan? Nathan, are you there? I... I don't know what happened. [Voice wavering as she waits for his response. Hopes for it.]

[Video closed to Kanji]
[Once the feed is in place she finds herself at a loss for words.]

...Hi. [Do you remember it too? Are you okay? Are we okay?]

[Action Open]
[She feels like she's in a little bit of a daze after yesterday, but there are still things she should take care of for the school and their refrigerator and cupboards could use a little extra food, so she's out to work on errands. Part of her wants to look away when she sees other people, feeling somewhat embarrassed, but she also worries others feel the way she does and might need someone to talk to. She also can't help but feel something of a loss too. Yesterday, she had so much family and she was declaring her love and everything felt...like more than she probably deserved.]

[Action closed to Nico]

[Yuuri wakes up in bed alone and slowly his cheeks go red as he remembers some of what he did in that very bed just yesterday.

He's feeling a lot of things—fear, embarrassment, anxiety, and...maybe a little hope as he walks down the hall to Nico's door and knocks hesitantly.]

[Video Open]

There's a baseball practice today. We could use some new players. So, you should probably all come even if you just got here! [Yep, nothing weird happened yesterday. Baseball makes everything okay.]

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 332 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ overcast with the occasional drizzle ].

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

Piper Halliwell : Death.
Doctor Facilier: Murder

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! )

[ It was a morning like any other. A morning just like yesterday and the day before that, of warmth and curling up against Ton's back, arm loosely draped over his waist. An arm that's a little heavier today than it was the morning before — there's still a ring on her finger.

She smiles happily in her half-sleep, burrowing her nose into his spine. A sneaky tactic to get him to wake up, for sure. If this doesn't work she might just toss Gadget on him. ]

[ Video, closed to Jack ]

Hey, Jack! I have a favor to ask you. Well, two, actually.

[Action - Closed to Spike]

[It's one of those mornings when waking up in a slow, wonderfully leisurely experience. The bed is warm and Ianto is pleasantly sore in a way that suggests he had a very agreeable night even if the details are still a little bit fuzzy. For a few moments he's content to continue dozing, curled up around the body in bed with him.

The unfamiliar body. The one that doesn't belong to Jack.

He'd faced a lot of terrifying things in his life but he's quite sure that neither Daleks, Cybermen or holes in the very fabric of time and space itself had never produced as much dread as he feels now as he reluctantly cracks his eyes open to confirm that, yes, that's Spike alright and no, neither of them are wearing anything. There's really only one appropriate response to this situation.]

Oh fuck!

[Action - Closed to Jack]

[Much later after Spike has finally been ejected from the apartment he finds himself in the kitchen, absently making coffee to give himself something to do while he waits for Jack to return. He has no idea how he spent yesterday, only that he never crossed his mind at all. He doesn't really know how worried he should be; after all Jack does have his 51st century attitude towards sex and relationships but he can't help but remember how jealous he was of Martha and their little charade so long ago. What's more Spike is hardly a random stranger. They both have a complicated history with him and he can't help but worry this is not going to go well.

[Video -Private to Sam]

[He looks very sheepish, but manages an awkward, uncomfortable smile.]

I'm fairly certain I owe you some sort of apology. Yesterday was a bit, ah, odd.

( video )

You guys have an arcade...!

[The video shows off one very fascinated newcomer, his eyes wide with disbelief and mouth hanging open in awe. It seems to take a second or two for him to come back to his senses and once he does, his face breaks out into a huge grin.]

Someone come and play these games with me. It's not any fun if I'm alone. [What concerns about being stuck in prison for the rest of his life? He's practically jumping up and down in excitement.] And if you need to be further convinced, we can make a bet. Why is that convincing? I suck. You'll win. I'll buy you food.

[And then he pauses dramatically for effect, a twinkle in his eyes as he taps a finger to his forehead in an exaggerated sort of way.]

Wait, hold on. That's right... everything's free here. [There's no way he forgot. As someone who's had money struggles for quite a few years, this is the dream.] You'll get boasting rights, then. Or I'll carry you on my back for the whole day. People just need to get over here, please.

( action )

[Well, if there's one thing for certain, Jaesoo doesn't have a career in basketball. Each time he tosses a ball, it either bounces off the rim or just... doesn't get anywhere close. That doesn't seem to be getting him down, though, and he leisurely continues missing every single point like the pro he is not.

He occasionally stops playing to hang around near the entrance of the arcade, ready to swoop in and drag any poor sucker he can find into the game room.]

[Video]
[Seyn is staring down the video screen, not that unfamiliar with the technology, even if this form of it is different from what she’s used to. There’s an awkward, tense smile on her face, as if she’s trying to think of the most polite way to say what’s on her mind. Bright orange really clashes with her hair and eyes in a way that she immediately thinks would make her a rather gaudy Knight, but that's not important, is it? Not when she's just been sent to a virtual prison.]

All right now. I can believe that I’m in prison, considering what I’ve been up to the last few months. But some of these crimes are really just too much. How can they blame you for crimes that weren’t crimes when you were doing 'em? [Or at least not viewed as crimes towards the people she was fighting when it happened. She doesn't sound as angry as she really is, managing to keep most of her tone this side of frustration, the smile more obviously sarcastic by the end than genuine.]

I guess I should be thankful I wasn't sent straight to solitary, but it's hard to feel grateful right this nano.

[Action]
[There's only so much that being on video can tell her, so Seyn starts wandering, using the map to familiarize herself with the locations, especially where the food stores are and the lodgings. She feels like she sticks out like an accident cone in these clothes. It makes her feel too visible, and she's used to wearing white.

So the first place she heads towards is Bull's Eye. She can't get that ankle monitor off, but she's not staying in this jumpsuit. She'll be digging through the clothes and when she finds something she likes well enough--black jogging pants and a dark red shirt--she'll be stripping down to her underwear right there and putting it on. Speed is more important to her than privacy--not that she's really used to privacy in the first place--so sorry to anyone who happens to walk by the women's athletic section right then. She's a bit too tall for the racks themselves to cover her up. After the change, she'll be wandering from sector to sector, trying to memorize everything that she can. Knowing the playing field is always rule number one.]