MarinaNova Asylum

[ Click. Have a very pretty teenager wearing the most affably self-deprecating smile you've seen recently, Marina! ]

Thank you very much, Wardens Verdical and Conscienti, for the spirited welcome. [ A chuckle; casually pushes his bangs out of his eyes. So harmless. ] I'm sure we all feel much better for it.

[ Lelouch holds eye contact with the video a moment more; violet and intelligent and watching you for any sign that you might not have felt better, because he has doubts, you see -- but perfectly normal, and normal even without the contacts. Which is not acceptable, FYI. ]

Well! As bracing as this morning has been, [ His smile shifts ever so slightly. ] it's no excuse to take leave of one's manners. My name is Lelouch. [ Just... that, for now. ] I'll be looking forward to meeting you all.

Ah, and I do have one question, if any of the veterans are feeling generous enough to answer it...

[ Gesturing eloquently. ] These... "rehabilitation points". I've never heard of a prison putting a numerical value on something like that before! [ Smile! Even more affably self-deprecating than the first. ] An example would be appreciated.

a) Sector 4

[Bonnie had to admit, prison wasn't where she expected to end up, much less an underwater one. Breaking out doesn't seem to be an option - not an obvious one - so she decides to take that map with her and explore a little.

Clothing's a first, so she heads to The Row and stares longingly at an oversized sweater that is hung up far higher than she can reach. A normal person would've called a bot over, but Bonnie? Nah, Bonnie stretches out her hands and murmurs,] Motus.

[Doesn't even budge an itch. So she tries again,] Come on, Motus.

[Looks like she'll have to settle for something that's well, actually in her reach. Once that's taken care of, she heads off in search of adventure. Quatro Park, the Art Center, and honestly - anywhere in the dome, she'll be around.]

b) the Blood Shack

[However, she can't resist dropping by the Blood Shack, given the name. If vampires are around, then maybe they've heard of her friends from back home. So once she's gotten dressed, she heads inside and takes a long, sweeping look around.

The stench of bourbon is painfully, painfully familiar, and she'll gulp down her hopes as she sits at the bar. There's no way Damon would be here - why would he? - but it feels too much like him for comfort.]

Suzaku, don't hurt my brother. [Firmly. It's an order if he needs it to be one. She doesn't even know if he'll check it before she finds him. She just hopes.]


(OOC: If someone wants to see Euphie this dayweek, we can work you into this post for action or a different private video for sure.)