MarinaNova Asylum

Welcome to Day 415. We have some new playmates for you though, sadly, they'll still be in orange jumpsuits and not bunny tails. Try to be on your best behavior.

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[Keith wasn't a great conversationalist, so poking around on the network was sort of more for gathering information than actually initiating a chat with someone. He didn't know any of these people. But, still, the fatalistic attitude of "we've accepted our lives here" that a good number of them seemed to be showing sort of bothered him a little. That made his line of questions seem almost pointless. This place was on Day 400+. Surely someone had tried getting out, right?

He frowned a bit. Pidge was the hacker. She'd have better luck at seeing if hacking their way out of this simulation was even possible. Keith was definitely not a hacker. He decided to ask anyway, but he had a bad feeling on what the answers were going to be.]

Uh, hi. I'm Keith. I'm a Paladin of Voltron. [Still getting used to that, even after this long...]

I was just wondering... has anyone tried getting out, yet? I mean, I would think someone probably has, but I was wondering what happened when it was tried. Consider it research.

[If someone looked close enough, they might see the beginnings of what looked like one of those boards used by criminal investigators to source crime patterns.]

[ Guess who's currently hiding out in the bathroom of an apartment that isn't his, quietly freaking the fuck out about what can only be a lapse of judgment. Whether it's his or Kirk's he doesn't know, but he'd really like to phone a friend right now. Please, Regis Philbin. Send him a life line. ]

C'mon, c'mon... pick up, Spidey.