MarinaNova Asylum

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[ From long before the morning message -- since around midnight, actually -- until around noon, Dirk can be found working in the gardens in Sector Four. When it begins to rain, he scowls, but keeps his work up. He has a date to go on tonight; and he's fairly sure that if he skips out, that troll that is his pre-scratch self will further attempt to fuck things up with Jake. He can't allow that.

Do feel free to bother him. ]

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What a great day for rain.

Got a few things I wanted to mention before I'm too preoccupied. First: That wiki Crane was working on? Last night I added a page to answer a bunch of recurring newbie questions. Hopefully, it'll cut down on some of the repetitiveness of New Inmates Day.

Second: My friend Roxy and I have a project we're working on. You know, bettering ourselves for rehab and shit? Anyone who's good with computers is welcome to come help us out. Tony Stark, Penelope Garcia? You two might be interested. We're thinking of meeting in the computer lab tomorrow, around one PM. Who all's game?

Third: Just so everyone knows, I'm taking Jake English to the Sadie Hawkins dance tonight. This is not up for debate. [ He's just a smidgen defensive. Things have been getting under his skin lately. ]

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[the feed goes live with this face.

if you are actually willing to continue watching after that lovely surprise, whatever the fuck that was will disappear in a blur, revealing a grown-ass man with pointy anime shades, a baseball cap, and his prison jumpsuit collar popped. his face is impassive except for the tiny smirk on his lips, but the ventriloquist dummy in possession of that face peers coyly over his shoulder, smiling widely at the camera.]

Well shit. Real thorough list you got there. Even managed to bag my fuckin' partner.

[a hand in fingerless leather gloves reaches up to gently pat the puppet's rouged cheek.]

Considering he was the mastermind behind most of those crimes, I'm pretty damn impressed. I’d give ya’ll congratulatory virtual ass pats if I thought you'd derive any pleasure from 'em--you really oughta get something for finally bringin’ such naughty boys to justice.