MarinaNova Asylum

If whoever moved my lab puts it back where they found it immediately, no one has to get hurt.

[dressed in white, golden waves tumbling down her back, Dite is on the beach, an amused look on her face]

Oh, good morning, loves. Not quite my palace, but honestly, this seems to be diverting enough. Perhaps Poseidon had a reason for my imprisonment here, since this is in his domain. But that is no concern right now.

Perhaps I should introduce myself. I am Aphrodite.


[ooc: please pop over here for notes and permissions on Dite. she will be reduced in power as a note.

[ Sup Marina. It seem Ashton is getting used to living here, but there are still some parts of daily life that he has to get adjusted to! So he is coming to you over this audio call with a very important request...

While still dressed in that godawful orange jumpsuit. Yes, he's been wearing it a few days now. No, it doesn't bother him, because he's certainly gone on longer without changing clothes. At least he bathed! He's not a barbarian. Wrong Class.

He also doesn't seem to be bothered by the fact that he's showing on the feed, dragon necks coming out of his back and all. ] I never realized before how inconvenient it is to have just one outfit. A limited selection is fine for traveling, when carrying a light load is ideal. [ Quieter. ] Even then you really need to visit streams often or things are going to start smelling really bad...

[ Anyway... ]

But here? With these fancy machines making laundry a cinch, it would be nice to have some options.

I just, uh... that is. [ The young man clears his throat, and if you listen close, you can hear grumbling in the background. ] I would need some help from a tailor or two so that I can have some shirts that actually fit. I can tear and fix them on my own — I've got at least that much skill — but I want them to look like they were made for me!

My only problem is payment. I can't work my old job here. It is impossible to be a hired sword without swords! So... since there's no currency, you would have to let me know how I could make it up to you. I don't have a lot of other skills, but maybe we could come to some kind of arrangement? Thank you in advance for your consideration!

[ There is some kind of growling from one of the dragon heads. ] ——oh! Right! And my name is Ashton. Ashton Anchors. Please let me know as soon as you can if you can help me. [ The young man waves to the camera. ] Thank you!


((OOC: Changed up the post format from voice to video since it first went up. o/ ))

[Welcome to Sector 0, home of the request kiosk, various facility buildings, and a wide array of street food stands.

Also, today only, it features a bright red photo booth. Just slip behind the curtain, press the button, and smile pretty for the snapshots it will take of you and whomever or whatever else you pull in with you. The photos will process and print inside the machine and spit out a strip of four photos for you to keep.

Take a picture. It will last longer...]


(OOC: Threads can take place any time of day, anywhere in Sector 0.)

[ In retrospect, Dirk had been pretty rash in that attempt. If it's as PM says and how long he spends here has no bearing on the amount of time that passes back home, he can afford to take his time. He really doesn't want to and it pisses him off just how little say he has over what's going on here, but he has to gather more information. It will all work out in the end.

And in the meantime... ]

"You are restricted to your home for three days. Robots will bring you a food allotment. You may entertain visitors and use the network, but you'll be unable to leave." Um... Is this supposed to be punishment? I don't get it. Where's the psychological distress? The grueling physical labor? You're relegating me to three days of my exact living arrangement before you kidnapped me, only in a nicer apartment with food provided at no cost.

Might as well dress those bots up as sexy French maids, because I'm living it up over here.

[ He's exaggerating how okay he is with this. ]

[ What comes on over the audio is nothing but noise at first. Someone or something is grappling with the communicator. Fingernails perhaps? There is also the incoherent shouting of a male voice that might be familiar to some, but with the way the audio receptors are being abused, it will be hard to make out many words at all. ]

—sto——reaking i——ut it out!

[ Most rustling and... was that a growl? Maybe the rush of air. ] —ere! Thank you. I think I can work this by myself.

[ The young man sighs, and there is one final bit of noise as he slip the device on over an ear. ] Okay. Is it on? I think it's on. This looks different.

[ He clears his throat and takes a deep breath. His attempt is to sound braver than he feels and certainly less seasick than he should be. ] Excuse me! Whoever can hear me, I'm... I'm looking for some friends! They're very important to me, so if there is anywhere I can ask about them, can you please point me the way? I think I saw a map? Maybe if I—

[ Click.

No, Ashton. That was not the right button. Way to fail. ]