MarinaNova Asylum

Um. [ awkward wave? forced smile? yeah, awkward wave and forced smile. the smile melts into a grimace, and kara bounces restlessly from the ball of one foot to the other. ] Okay, I don't— I don't know who or what thinks I belong here, but you've made a really big mistake. If this is some way of getting back at Ms. Grant for whatever you think she did to you, this isn't the way to go about it.

[ it was so much easier to tackle things like this as supergirl. doing so as kara danvers just makes her feel uneasy. powerless. out of control and out of her element. the obvious upset that crosses her features is genuine. ]

I'm— I'm sorry. [ a sniffle. she wipes at her nose, takes a deep breath, fans her face. ] This isn't— I don't know how I'm supposed to respond to all this. Am I supposed to introduce myself? Say, 'hi, I'm Kara Danvers,' and just sit back and accept a fate I'm undeserving of? I'm sorry, but I really can't do that.

[ kara can't do that. neither can supergirl. ]

Video

[Congrats MarinaNova - here is a Yuuki look-alike. She looks almost exactly like the young Kuran except her hair is slightly more wavy. Perhaps Yuuki is trying out a new look. Or not. Either way, Ai has already gotten rid of her orange jumpsuit because no way was she going to be seen in that hideous thing. Instead she's acquired a maroon dress that suits her much better.]

I've been sent to a prison? That list of crimes doesn't even make any sense! You can't claim someone was disturbing the peace if they're doing their job as a prefect. [And... some of those other things as well. Quieter now:] Mother is going to be upset.

To sentence someone to prison without even giving them a trial is unjust. Who do I speak with in order to dispute these charges? Surely there's a lawyer somewhere that I can consult.

Action - For Yuuki

[With her wardrobe and phone call taken care of, Ai takes the opportunity to look around the prison. Wandering through the different sectors because surely there has to be somewhere to sleep other than to become a hobo and find some store doorway to call 'home'. Her map says there are apartment buildings but of course Ai has to check them out before deciding which one to live in.

It's in her search that she comes across someone familiar. Though her hair is shorter than Ai last saw, she speeds up to head Yuuki off before she disappears.]

Mother!

[Well, at least her mother can't be mad for ending up in prison...]

[Hak's sitting on the ground squinting at the device that is doing the video recording. This is all way over his head and completely beyond his wildest imagination. All the technology surrounding him is a bit much for Hak to handle. Not to mention the neon orange jumpsuit is enough to burn anyone's retina's.]

All of this seems like it would cause a headache. Is it really necessary? Orange isn't exactly my color. It looks like it would be safer to look straight into the sun than stare at this fabric for more than 2 seconds.

[For all his complaining, Hak is here for one reason and one reason only. He has a job and this job is extremely important to him. There's a slight problem though because in order to do his job, he has to be by someone's side and right now she's not here. He can't just ask for her though because she's not supposed to draw attention to herself.

Not that he's even sure he's using this thing correctly.]

Is this thing even working?

[He doesn't have a clue and tries to focus on the visor part of the device with his eyes, but he ends up leaning over too far and falls over on his side.]

I don't like it. Take it off. I can find my friends the old fashioned way...

[ It says a lot about his current state of mind that two clueless newcomers shake him so fundamentally, but here he is. The festival last night was an attempt on his side, a clumsy and awkward attempt at assimilating, giving up, giving in but at the end of the night he was only left with a bitter taste in his mouth that no amount of whiskey could wash out. He has tried, with and without Rose, with and without soul (tho more so lately) and it all seem to fall to the same conclusion — there's no place for him here.

There's been too much time wasted locked up in his apartment, saturating the walls with smoke and his dead flesh with alcohol. It doesn't do much anymore, doesn't even blunt the edge and so he finds himself outside, purposeless, pointless, aimlessly letting his feet take him wherever they decide. The steps leading up to the library, as it happens. Fitting, considering where he got his soul forced back in, this fortress of scoobitude. Sitting down heavily, he pulls out a cigarette from his pocket, followed by a disc. A present from the wardens some time back. He hasn't watched it yet, but how much worse can it get?

A lot worse, as it happens. Weren't things better back then? Him and Dru and no one else, the world theirs to burn. Slayer killings and blood and revolution. There was nothing they couldn't do and now there's nothing he can do. They never should've gone to Sunnydale. It's all so clear now. ]

Biggest mistake I ever done...

[ While he couldn't say that he was pleased being in a prison - or in this ugly orange jumpsuit - there were things to be thankful for, right?

At least anyone can notice that he seems to have taken to the food stalls right away. In particular anything that happens to contain sugar. The sweeter the better; but he does have a preference for any kind of melon flavored things.

He seems to be in a very good mood when he starts his feed. ]

Well. I can't say that I've ever been to a prison like this before, it's quite different from any that I have heard of before. But I suppose that I ought not complain, it could be like the prisons in the movies or like the last prison I visited.

[ "Visited" might be a bit wrong, he went there to break out his father. He would have preferred not to, of course, but you did what you had to do. ]

introductory matters aside... Oh, I suppose I didn't do that. I'm J. Hello. [ He waves. ] Now! On to more important matters; Veridical and Conscienti. They do say that the dome will not break from the pressure, and if that's true -- 2400 psi is not a little amount of pressure -- I am curious to know how they are able to keep the dome from breaking under such an amount of water. If it does break, we'll all die either from being hit by the water or by drowning, and I'd prefer none of those alternatives... [ Thoughtfully, he touches his chin, gaze briefly going up. ] Although I suppose that if I had to choose one or the other, I'd prefer to be crushed by the pressure. Drowning does seem so unpleasantly painful. [ His expression brightens again. ] Ah, well! Schematics and certain death aside, I think I will get along with these particular culinary experiences. [ He waves his candied melon through the air, as if the feed cutting off was made by the movement of his improvised "wand". ]