MarinaNova Asylum

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 366 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ overcast with occasional drizzles ].

We are happy to announce that the library has received additional copies of [ literary works with a romantic focus ]. You may find them in both the fiction and nonfiction section. Check out [ five or more ] and receive a complimentary box of tissues.

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! )

[Early Morning]

[Not that she's really fond of rain, but the overcast sky definitely makes the daylight a little easier on the eyes. While she hasn't had a chance to get an umbrella yet, she does have on a raincoat and boots. Out on the street, she doesn't particularly seem to be trying to avoid the puddles, though, when she purposefully steps in one experimentally. It's been quite a while since she's gotten to experience a rainy day, and it kind of feels nice. Lifting a hand up she lets the light rain fall upon her.]

. . . This can't really be a simulation, can it? [It's just that... everything feels so real, even if she knows the defense force wouldn't lie.]

Rainy smell, mother would have said on a day like this. [Only unlike her she doesn't have an umbrella at the moment, or someone to share it with. Join her in the rain?]

[Convenience Store ]

[Frowning heavily, Yuuki stares at the small container of pills within her hand, standing within one of the aisles of the convenience store. In reality, it hasn't been that long since she's last had to have one of these things. But it feels like it. And blood tablets have never been her idea of a good meal. The taste is terrible, the immediate flash of unknown presences within her mind unwanted, and it's never been a very good experience. But- there's little choice in the matter.

Ever since the incident with Spike the day before, she's noticed the increase in thirst. The smell of blood hardly helped, and going for a few days without anything has her senses a little overly aware. She's thirsty, she knows. But she's unwilling to drink the unknown blood within the blood packs, and this is the best she can do. Opening the container there, she shakes one out into her hand, before swallowing it whole there. She makes a face, but forces it down.

It isn't pleasant, and is hardly the most sating thing, but it should do the trick for now.]

[Private to Kitty]

Can I talk to you? I have a couple questions.