MarinaNova Asylum

[He knew Rion would be here in Sector 3 cleaning the public showers. So he laid in wait. He had to make sure Rion was tired, and weak, and would put up the least amount of fight as possible. He had no powers, so this would have to be the best he could do.]

[[ooc; Threads are now open. You can respond to the video broadcast Cain made, and he'll get back to you when he's sufficiently relocated, or you can just drop general reactions, if you want. Warnings for possibly gratuitous violence.]]

[guess who's finally had the gal enough to show her face via video-feed!

maybe it's just the hideous orange jumpsuit that makes her feel like being embarrassed about all of her various disfigurations aren't even worth being embarrassed about any more. she's mutilated it fairly well until she finds her proper ...well, dress—she's torn off the sleeves completely so as to not be caused discomfort by the large nails lodged into her bony shoulders, and she's done something with the pants to turn them into a skirt with high splits up the hip (to allow for similar comfort, as she has nails in her thighs and hips). probably some hand-done seamstress magic.

though she hasn't been here long, she's already clearly a lot more confidant in her own presentation; there isn't so much shame and fear, because here she is, just sitting in front of the feed, staring straight into the camera. plenty of people have taught her that she shouldn't fear herself, since arriving.

but she looks a little sad.]

...Some people didn't make it into this dome from the last one, did they?

[since Painwheel's never shown the network her face, her voice will at least be recognizable to those who have spoken to her—low and strained from injury.]

It's so unlucky...

—Ah—[she lifts her head a little, blinking.]

Um, has anyone had any luck relocating their clothing—?

I really can't deal with this.

[she plucks the frayed hem of the fabric at her shoulders, then ends the public feed with a little "thank you."]

( [private to Cain] )

Hellooo everyone~
Remember me? I was here from the old prison. Did everyone make it over alright to this new place?
I hope so.

[Birdman is all half-lidded eyes and smiles and also no top half of the jumpsuit on so this is a little weird. Every bone in his midsection seems to be jutting out like it could leap out from his sallow skin and escape at any second.]

Anyway, I'm not usually one to pop up like this unannounced, but I've had some extra family drop in recently and I feel like I need to do a little preemptive damage control before stuff gets messy.

We've got a new kid in calling himself 'Rion.' That's not actually his name, but that's what he wants to be called, so just humor him for now. He's one of my little brothers; Cain's another. Rion and Cain are identical twins, and they've both got.
Uh.
[He scratches at the side of his neck.]
Some issues.
Maybe it's a twin thing. I don't know.

Rion has some problem with lying, but he means well. He's a good kid. I don't think he can really help it right now, but I'm hoping that maybe time here will help him shape up.
So please keep an eye out for him, okay?

And if anybody's got any questions, I'd be happy to try and set the record straight as best as I can.

[Award-winning smile. His teeth don't seem to sit right in his face.]

[ There’s a noise of surprise, like the person is kind of miffed but more curious than upset. And then a heavy voice trails on, one that is unmistakably childish. His words are drawled; lazy. ]

Look at that. If I’m thinkin’ myself right, then this thing’s got its record on, here. Hey. Haha, look at all these words, I ain’t got it in me to be reading all that shit. It’s some kind of welcomin’ message? To this weird place, maybe. Damn.

[ Then a clunk and some ruffling, like the person pulled off the headset but kept holding onto it. There’s a faint sound of him talking to himself some more, but it’s distant, as if he kept the communicator running while walking around. That stops after a little while, and there's a thump, and wow video is being turned on and off a couple times before it sticks. So have some thirteen year old alien troll boy smiling at you. ]

What even is this shit? Even if I'm likin' how fun this place is. Kinda bright though, ain't it? I guess that's good. It don't hurt none, after all, haha.

[And here's a sight for sore eyes, maybe. Road looks at the screen for a moment, before directing her attention back to tying the ribbon through her hair.]

Is everyone done whining about their situation yet? [sweetly] It's nice to know that some things never change, despite being moved to an entirely new prison with new stupid robots.

Funny. Didn't we get rid of Acumen and get Sentience back? Just when we thought things would be a little smoother, at least - Sentience seemed a lot more willing to listen to us than our new wardens. But no, it was all for nothing. [grim words, but there's a lilt to her tone that hints that she finds this all very amusing.]

If anyone sees a white, fat, and fluffy cat that goes by the name of Belle, don't touch her. Unless you want to be insufferably stupid on your first day.

[private to Tyki]

[she pauses, partly because she doesn't want to make the call and find out that he's missing and the other because she still feels a little woozy from all the new memories]

Tyki? Are you here?

[a feed flickers on to reveal what’s probably a familiar face--like Cain’s, but with hair that appears to be cared for, and for those of you who are observant enough to be detailed oriented, he has blue eyes as opposed to green.

he’s glowering, looking so unamused that he’s scathing, head tilted downwards as his eyes are rolled up towards the camera.]

Hello.

My name is Rion Steiner. Apparently, some of you have heard of me from Cain—the one who looks just like me. I’m... [he seems to start over.] Everything he's said... isn't true. I'm not like him.

[Rion is apparently struggling. visibly. his palm is on his forehead, now--he looks pensive, eyes aimlessly staring somewhere at the floor. he appears stressed. it's been one thing after the other. he isn't supposed to be here. not with them. not anywhere.]

...Birdman and Cain... don't trust them. Birdman especially—don't be fooled by him. I've seen their correspondences, and he isn't what he appears.

[he seems to recover a little, but damn if he doesn't still look pissed.]

I'm not slandering their names in turn for what Cain has said about me—I don't care about what you think of them—but for your own good, just stay away from them.

As for your opinion of me... whether you think I'm a murderer or exactly as terrible as Cain says, I don't care.

Just know that I am not like them...

[HA HA OH WOW just when she thought this dumb imprisonment deal couldn't get any dumb...er. More dumb.

Which it has just gotten.

Of course Snowman has snatched up her stupid paper bag full of her stupid effects as quickly as possible (and maybe made off with someone else's stuff too, it's hard to say, there was a lot of confusion going on amirite) and maybe throws a little tantrum when she realizes her hat and coat (!!) are not in there.

UGH. Ugh.

At least she has cigarettes.

But right now she's dressed in an outrageously hideous orange thing and creeping her way to Sector 0 to pick up her clothing. Hopefully without being noticed.

Because then she would probably have to really hurt somebody. And that seems to be against the rules.]

[The last that this certain troll could remember, he had been wide awake in Marina as he usually was that late at night. There had been some strange conversation he overheard on his headset, when suddenly the power entirely went out and even his vision had begun to go black until it went out much like the power had.

When he finally awakens, it's because he does so with a splash into the ocean. Immediately, he sputters until he gets to the surface and splashes about until he is able to swim his way back to shore, where he pants -- With his lungs, glad that he was able to get out before he had to use his gills too much to breathe. At some point he realizes there are a few fish stuck to him and flopping about, he subconsciously takes them off his clothes and throws them back into the ocean. Thankfully, he looks up towards the floating island above him instead of right away at his strange change of clothes and for once listens to the announcement. Now that he was filled in mostly on what the fuck was going on around him, he finally notices the orange jumpsuit -- Horrified that this was the standard-issue uniform, he immediately strips the wet clothes from his body so that he was now wearing nothing but his grey skin upon the beach wasn't it wonderful to be a superior species with their genitals held inside their body. This prison didn't seem that different to him if like the last one it dumped him right into the ocean. Don't think he hadn't noticed the ankle monitor even before the wardens had mentioned it in their announcement, as well. New prison, was still a prison.

The wardens had mentioned a brown paper bag with his personal affects in it, which was close by on the warm sand instead of in the water like he had been just a moment ago, he gives a dramatic sigh of relief at that. Unfortunately, once he looks into it he rips it apart, there was nothing in it as Eridan hadn't had anything in his pockets. Now on a mission to retrieve his clothes so he wouldn't have to be without them for too much longer, he gets up and makes his way towards where he believes Sector 0 would be.

Once there he will search for his clothes, the strangest sight to anyone who spots him --

A still dripping wet sea troll completely naked without his orange jumpsuit on.

Feel free to get in his way at any moment as he attempts to find his clothes.]