MarinaNova Asylum

Time seems to pass so slowly here. Perhaps it's due to the confined nature of the place. I'm used to roaming my larger expanses, after all.

I find I have a good deal of idle time on my hands. Would anyone have suggestions on how I can fix that?

[Catherine turns on her communicator and shows off a very big smile.]

Hey, hey!

[There's some shakiness as she moves her device around to now show off her nails. ... And perhaps you might notice she's only wearing a towel around her body, too. She's been out of the shower for more than an hour now to do her nails, but she's awfully cozy like this, revealing as it is for the public.]

I just finished painting my nails! What do you think?

[She giggles before tilting the camera back up to pause at her cleavage to her face.]

But then I got to thinking... I bet all the girls should have a huge sleepover and do stuff like this together! We could tell stories, play games, talk about boys, and give each other makeovers! Doesn't that sound fun?

[Now she'll bring up a finger to playfully wag.]

But surprise, surprise~ No boys allowed~

[In Sector 0 stands a formidable man who despite his age is in excellent health and despite the anonymity of the orange jumpsuit still exudes leadership, wit, intelligence and demands respect without his even saying a word. He isn’t in a hurry to get anywhere. Clothing is unimportant as long as he has some. Food isn’t an immediate necessity.

He stands there calmly, taking in his surroundings as he absorbs and attempts to understand all the information he has been given. Anyone passing by is free to notice him. However, having little to no trouble deciphering the technology of the headset unit, he does finally speak over the network.

His voice is calm, but not without purpose.] I’m Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the U.S.S. Enterprise. It seems that I’ve been taken from my ship and... imprisoned here with the rest of you. As we all seem to find ourselves in a similar situation, I hoped a number of you might find the time to answer a number of questions.

First. Under whose authority do Veridical and Conscienti imprison their inmates in MarinaNova Asylum?

Second, on what planet does the Saylar Ocean exist?

Third, and I suppose last but not least for now, what is the approximate length of time in which one remains here within the dome for this… decidedly contrived attempt at rehabilitation?

[There is a pause here, as he considers whether or not to tack on another question here. There are just so many things to ask and Jean-Luc is known for being too curious for his own good. Finally, he decides against it.] Any explanation to any of these questions would be of great help. Thank you.

[ the ugly orange jumpsuit is of no concern to this tall blonde. she's been there for less than an hour, and she's already collecting various components for... something, arranged before her in neat, organized piles. ]

Your communications network is crude and inefficient. [ ah, borg grade insults. gotta love 'em. ] I require an interphasic scanner and a phase compensator. [ she stops to push her hair out of her face, unintentionally showcasing her cybernetic implants. this is why she never wears her hair down. it gets in the way. ] A scanner capable of multiphasic resolutions or a micro-caliper would also prove to be useful.

...thank you for your time. [ spoken almost uncomfortably, like a forced afterthought - which is exactly what it is. ]

[The video opens on a smiling Hakkai, who is obviously out enjoying the weather. He's settled near what looks to be a pond, one hand dangling in the water.]

My. It's certainly noisy here today. I had no idea we were entertaining guests.

Tarrlok!

[With a loud thunk a fist pounds hard on the domed glass. Knuckles meet it dead on, the sound muffled. Tense, the girl behind the brawn stands with her hands clenching together tightly into solid fists, the name a growl on her lips. Despite the tacky orange jumpsuit, it can’t hide the fact that she’s in top shape, and just itching for a reason to pounce.

Prison? Rehabilitation...? Why that no good, scheming politician...

Rising fully she falls into a defensive stance, and her bright, blue eyes rake the buildings around her. The joke's on him if he thinks she’ll fall right back into line due to some ridiculous message. He’ll never get the chance to manipulate her again. And now he’s going to regret fitting this restrictive ankle bracelet on her and dragging her all the way down into some underwater circus.

Lifting her voice, she calls out to him on a challenge.]

I don’t know what kind of stunt you’re trying to pull, but you picked the wrong girl to mess with.

[Steps even, her face draws down hard into a stern glare as she moves. No noise is made as she walks, aside from the sound of her voice. Whatever he’s done she can’t access her bending with this thing on her wrist. That means her only option out of this place is right through him.]

You’re not going to get away with this, so come out here and face me, you coward!

You know, for a prison, it's quite nice. One would expect cells and the like, not decently appointed rooms and warm food. Quite a change from some other places I've been.

Well, barring that little inn in the last town my friends and I were at. The mistress there was a very adept cook. Of course, we couldn't stay there too long since one of my companions decided to try and seduce her. Waking up to a fight in the hallway in the middle of the night has a habit of hurrying any group out the door, provided someone's throwing things at them.


Ah... I digress.

Would someone please tell me where I can find something other than this... garish orange thing to wear? It's neither my color, nor my style.