MarinaNova Asylum

[Kitty leaves her apartment while it's still dark out. The strange music and fog aren't lost on her. It's giving off strong creepy vibes and adding to the drama of the moment. Clearly, the wardens are up to something today. In fact, she's half expecting raptors as she crosses the dome, but she doesn't let her stop her. She thinks she's feeling clear headed, not that you ever really know until the next day, but in this case she's right. She's also lucky, because there is plenty of nightmare fodder in her mind to play with. Maybe they wanted more of a challenge.

After a brisk walk she reaches Chekov's apartment and knocks on the door, realizing that she's probably waking him at this hour, but she really needs to see him.]

[ There's no cheerful greeting this morning, just eerie music that continues to play on and off throughout the day, low in the background like elevator music. The kiosk is dark and unresponsive. Fog spills out onto the streets, mostly mist-thin but thick in places. Is that a siren in the distance?
Nah.

Have fun~ ]

((OOC: EVENT INFO. No requests today, come back tomorrow! ))

[Open to Chuck, Phanan, and Nico]

[Morning rolls around, the light through her window difused by the fog drifting around. Hazel gets up, goes through her morning ritual: brushes her teeth, brushes her hair, has breakfast in the kitchen before going to get dressed. Something about today seems off, though she can't place why.]

[Closed to Chuck. Even though he can't see her.]

[Normally Phanan is excellent about rolling with the punches this place throws at them. See being tiny the other day, for instance. Weird but he went with it. Today is not destined to be one of those days, although the doesn't know that quite yet. What he does know is he wakes up and Chuck is gone. But maybe it's something totally innocent. She could just be up already making breakfast or doing something else Chuck-like. No need to panic. Yet.]

Chuck?

[Open]

[There will be panicking later though, all over the dome in fact. Even with all evidence pointing to her being lost in the dimensional stabilizer or whatever excuse the Wardens come up with for when people vanish he's not giving up hope just yet and is on a dome wide Chuck hunt.]

[ Open To All - Daytime ]
<sub>[ If Kirk had his choice, he would have taken being a woman all day again over this day.

It had all started so normally, waking up and showering and going about his morning workout. Everything should have just been a normal day without to much to worry about, right? But that was what he had seen it. That familiar fluff of hair resembling an overgrown dust bunny. At first glance, it was adorable. It would have been the star attraction at any pet store. But for those that knew them? They were horror incarnate.

He yelped and dove after the creature, only for it to slip through his fingers. Had they always been so quick? It didn't matter, he had to find it. Find it before it reproduced and they had an infestation of biblical proportions on their hands. Which means that people can find him running about frantically, searching hi and low for something.

Sadly, his search would end up suspended at some point in the afternoon.

It's a bit hard to search, after all, when your hands are the size of cartoon surgical blow up gloves. No, really. They hardly look like human hands at this point - more like bloated shapes slapped together, or a balloon animal. If it wasn't that, his tongue went completely numb and he could do little more than mumble his words or slur them. Never mind the random bouts of passing out, or feeling so dizzy and woozy that he stumbled like a drunkard.

God, he would never forgive Bones for screwing with his allergies. Hopefully not to many people saw him like this, though. Small mercies, please. ]</sub>

[ Closed to Wade - Night ]
<sub>[ He debated for longer than he should have. He lay there in the dark, feeling it creeping up, and after the way this day had gone, he didn't have to really think to hard on what it was. He had dreamed it so often in the early days after it happened, this phantom pain that haunted him, a nagging reminder and enduring punishment.

Perhaps he could make it through the night. Perhaps not. But there was one thing he knew for certain - if this got to be to much, he did not want to face it alone. Not this time. Not like in his nightmares. Let this, at least, play out differently. He hoped he would be forgiven for showing such a sorry sight.

He dialed the first number he had saved, groaning as the pain mounted. ]</sub>

Hey, Wade? Do you mind coming over tonight? I could use the company.