MarinaNova Asylum

[ The kiosk is quiet this morning. No announcements, no jaunty tunes, no nothing. If anyone approaches, there's a message flickering on the screen. ]

[ WHAT IS YOUR REQUEST ]

[ Will your request be answered? Who knows. ]

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

[ "The rest of your natural life." C.C. wonders how long the technology in this prison was designed to last. The "lush and abundant setting" she wakes up to fills her with a profound sense of unhappiness -- an eternity in a single place isn't what she expected when she made her most recent choices. Will she still be able to find the World of C? Is she going to go back to being all alone, just when she learned the value of not being so?

She's still laying on her back in the middle of what looks like a park, pushing buttons on her communicator to see what it does. Finally, she manages the settings for a video message.

A bored-looking young woman with amber-colored eyes and bright green hair is asking a very important question, fellow prisoners: ]

Is there pizza here?

[Damon is bored. BOOOOOOOOOOORED. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORED. Which is why he posts this video from the Blood Shack.]

Well, since the whole point of these social networks is to whine about your stupid problems, I guess I might as well join the "cool kids" [exaggerated air quotes] and complain about the shitty service we've been getting. Where are all our little robot slaves, picking up the trash? And why didn't anyone tell me they were cutting off my blood shipments?

Speaking of which, the Blood Shack is hiring. Servers. [There's a bit of a fang in his smile; you can probably guess how exactly you'll be serving.]

[posted a few minutes later]

I can't believe I forgot to post a pointless picture of my lunch that nobody cares about! Here it is.




Hashtag Delicious.


[ open action ]
[Damon is hanging out at the Blood Shack, bored and restless and cranky. Bother him at your own risk.]

[Hello, friendly neighborhood nerd here. He knows her from when she was still in the Defense Force but they haven't ever really taked so he tries not to feel too awkward calling her out of the blue. On the other hand he reminds himself she's just about the only other friend Spike has besides him so at this point they really should make an effort to get to know each other. Plus there's the whole pager thing, which he's using as an excuse for this call.]

Hello. Sorry, I know it's a bit of a random call. Spike said I should get in touch with you about the pager idea.