MarinaNova Asylum

This is not creepy at all.

[It's very creepy. He would almost like to stay shut up in his apartment, if he hadn't seen many small black buggy things crawling up the walls and across the floor. He noped out of there as fast as his legs would carry him.

He grabbed his camera at least, and if anything, the foggy atmosphere might make for some good photos. And it's fine, for a while. Until he starts to see wiggly, crawly black spots dart around from the corner of his eyes - gone by the time he turns to look. And there's a constant, low buzzing, like a giant killer wasp is hovering around somewhere behind him at all times.

He feels itchy all over, and shudders more than once. Most especially when he tries to escape into a store and grabs a piece of fruit to eat, only to find it infested. He chucks it in the trash with a frustrated whine.]

Why?

[You know, when she went to bed last night she knew leaving a line of code to run through a few filters was probably a stupid idea. Having done it plenty or not back home, there's something to be said about glass houses and rocks. But really, when did simple hacks garner any more punishment than a public roasting and some menial tasks? Man, maybe this is her punishment? But the lack of a morning shaming sort of makes her wary - but doesn't take away from some of the curiosity of suddenly having a dick in her panties.

Which she's looked at a little. Little more than maybe she should've.

But after a while, she's stuffed it back in her pants and speaking of pants, her skinny jeans really aren't cutting it today. So for the morning (and let's face it, the entire day most like) Rebecca's rocking this put together look as she races out the door to see what else she may or may not have fucked up.

While doing so, she opens a video channel with a huskier than normal voice:] In advance, I might be sorry. I'm not sure yet? So don't quote me. Because I might not be - because this may not be my fault at all and strictly a coincidence.

[Laundromat; Afternoon]

[So after a bit of reckless running around in very comfy stretch pants, Rebecca's added some clothing to her wardrobe but still faces the looming chore of doing a few weeks worth of laundry - why not do it today. Because when she's not distracting herself with code (and error messages and the reality of what she might've done) having some offline chore helps? That's a lie. It's not really helping and she can't tell if it's because it's boring or because she can't wear any of her clothing, so why is she bothering to wash it all?

Sitting in front of a rolling wash, she's stretching a strappy red thong out between her hands with a bored look. And a pile of other women's panties next to her that aren't getting folded or put away. Feel free to stumble in on this crucially weird looking moment.]

[Daffodil Dive]

[Becca's swinging by to catch lunch and do a low key check in on some select, favorite people. The doctor kind that are actually really important. And who ironically can't get her pregnant anymore - hey, is that what this is about? Maybe? No. They wouldn't. Still looking like a puked up crayon, Rebecca folds back her hood when she goes in and goes straight for the bar to look for Chuck. She'll be there for lunch, and then some. Angsty darts seems fun too, with all the testosterone in her leggings.]

(OOC: Event Info)

[ The device clicks on after it has been thrown to the ground. Connor, donning his orange jumpsuit, has picked a fight with one of the sentinels. It doesn't matter that it is six feet tall. ]

You think me a fool?! That I would simply bend a knee and accept how you wish to rule above us?! Or, perhaps, how you expect us to be complacent as you sit back and quietly place judgement upon us! [ He inhales deeply and gives the best shove he can to the six foot towering machine. ] I will not stand idly as you strip people of their true freedom by concealing it in lies that we can do as we wish!

If none wish to stand up against you, then that is their choice to do so. I will fight you. I will not stop until we are free from this prison you have built!

[ It is a beautiful declaration of his will. Unfortunately, he is thrown down to the ground and the feed cut. ]