MarinaNova Asylum

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 372 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ rain ].

For this day only, the museum will hold an exhibition on [ the many uses of even-toed ungulates of the family suidae ]. We encourage you to take this opportunity to further your education.

Have a nice day.

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

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

[He feels a little apprehensive calling since he knows he was sort of a jerk last time they spoke. Maybe this is his chance to make up for it, and he keeps telling himself that. Or trying to, at least. He still looks pretty sheepish.]

Hello. Don't suppose I can tempt you with some apology coffee and talking?

[Sarah wasn't sure how she made it back to her apartment after the incident two days ago. She curled up in a corner, trying, and failing, to thing about anything but the dripping, moaning creature. She slept some, though her dreams were terrifying images of water rising. After a day and another night of it, she had enough. Carl fought monsters. Maybe he could help her figure out how to deal with... this.]

Carl? Do... did you get through the blackout the other day all right?