MarinaNova Asylum

[Closed to Chuck]

[The beach has been quiet since they got here, maybe because no one else has any interest in swimming or maybe the dome population is being considerate and giving them some space. Either way he's alright with it since he's spent most of the past two days without his pants on. In the beach bungalow, obviously. Hey, it's allowed, it's his honeymoon.

He's kept his ring on the whole time, like right now when he's snuggling up with Chuck, absently playing with it on his finger. He's still getting used to it, still feels excited when he looks it it. They got married. This is pretty cool.]

Hey, we got married. This is pretty cool.

[Yen begins this message by dramatically closing a book. It is very practiced and carefully centered, the book taking up most of the frame, so it is pretty obvious she is doing it for effect.]

[She leans down into view, resting her head on her hands. She grins extra-wide, and she speaks in a force-hushed tone, as though she's giddy but sleepy and she can't tolerate her own rowdy noise. Never mind that it's noon.]

Helloooooo.

It has been brought to my attention that I have been... hm. [Directionless and forcefully pulled out of it with news of dead friends.] Unmotivated.

My fault completely; it's been a culture shock. What's a certified, seasoned adventurer to do, when there's nowhere to explore, no monsters to slay, no bandit-filled roads through which I must escort merchants?

I'll tell you what I've decided to do: everything.

[Yen twines her fingers together so she can rest her chin on that, but it is not as smooth a gesture as she's hoping, and she has to wriggle around to sit straight again.]

Need you a volunteer for an organization or event? I'm your woman. Shall I teach a seminar or class? I'm prepared. Looking for a helping hand around your shop, to run your errands, or to clean your home? It's me.

You need only call Yen Quryoja. [She twitches a thumb to try and indicate herself, but she's still leaning on her twined fingers, so it may not exactly look right.]

No task too grand or too menial! I've expertise in everything from transporting manure, to dealing with gods, to massaging strange old men with salamander oil.

And I am open for business.