MarinaNova Asylum

[It felt odd to be doing so simple as bringing dinner home, but that was exactly what Dimitri was doing this evening. He had a plastic bag hanging from one of his hands, Chinese takeout, as he opened the door to the apartment he and Rose had found with the other.

Rose would no doubt hear him come in, so he didn't have to announce his presence, instead moving into the kitchen to set the bag down on the table, and beginning to pull the greasy, white cardboard containers from inside.

He glanced around, wondering what Rose had been up to in his albeit short absence. Chinese wouldn't have been his first choice, as it wasn't the healthiest of options, but he had to admit that it did smell good.]

[ although the morning's rain prevented them from getting an early start on setting up, quinn and rebekah have managed to pull everything off in time for the dance to start. there's tables to sit at when you don't feel like dancing or enjoying the surf, lots of hawaiian-themed snacks and desserts to eat, grass skirts and leis available for those who wish to wear them, lanterns and torches everywhere, with live music provided by quinn, oz, jack, lacus, and anyone else who wishes to get up and sing!

the only thing this party's lacking is the booze, per quinn's intentions of having this be an alcohol-free party. however, that doesn't mean someone isn't going to spike the punch when she's not looking, so if you were planning on doing so -- have at it!

so, go ahead and dance it up with your dates, mingle with some new cr, hop around, and threadjack to your heart's content. festivities will carry on until sometime after midnight when clean up will commence. enjoy! ]

[The sound of haunting laughter penetrated Rose’s mind, like a child in the distance giggling to another; faint, disjointed, like it was detached from the body of the person or thing that was making it. If it weren’t for the painful throbbing that accompanied it, Rose would have thought for sure that she was dreaming but when her eyes flew open, a jolt of terror shot through her.

The washed out body of a giant wasp like thing was coming towards her, making stars burst in her eyes, the pain intensifying as it drew closer. Rose for one long moment frozen where she lay as she stared at the thing that hovered above her, it'swings beating so fast they were all but a blur. White hot pain seared her brain, shadows moving in her periphery as Rose tried to make her limbs work, one hand shooting out as if to ward it off as she scrambled across the floor of the beach hut, stopping only when the back of her head slammed into the wall.]

“Go away!”

[Swatting at the creature ineffectually, beads of sweat forming on her brow as the pain threatened to slip her into unconsciousness. These were not the reaching hands of the dead, though even through the pain she recognized the same washed out appearance. This seemed different somehow, more menacing, wrong. This wasn't just something that wanted to hurt her, this was something that wanted her dead.

The giant wasp went in for the kill, Rose shielding herself with her arm, Her eyes wide as it seemed to try and latch onto it and yet was unable to grip flesh.]

“Get it off me! Get it off!

[To Rose Hathaway, this all looked very real but to anyone watching her right now? She was one straight-jacket short of a padded cell, swatting and screaming at something only she could see.]

[When the feed comes to life a young brunette, late teens to early twenties is squinting, her right eye blinking furiously as she brings her pointer finger towards the view-screen of her communicator, nail tapping against it.]

Oh, that is just,weird.

[She slides her finger beneath the screen to rub her eye then brushes away the loose strands of hair that threaten to get tangled in it.]

First up, thanks so much for the trial I was promised. I'm pretty sure the whole, go directly to jail part is against that Genesis thing.

[Yes. She means Geneva and yes that is more than a hint of sarcasm that you detect.]

Second of all - [She gets cut off mid-sentence as something, or more accurately someone slams into her from behind. Her communication device flies from her head but miraculously lands in a way that doesn’t prevent anyone from seeing the following:

She’s on the ground, an insanely tall and well built man holding her down, covering her body with his. His long brown hair is only partially tied back, the rest falls forward against his jawline as he leans in towards her ear. It doesn’t happen to be hiding the nice bruise that’s clearly forming near his cheekbone, though.]

You should have known I’d find you anywhere. You can’t get away from me, Rose.

[The brunette’s face is a mixture of shock and confusion, open-mouthed as she stares at the ground she's just been slammed into, seemingly too stunned to move. It takes a long moment before she seems capable of anything but when she finds her voice?]

What the hell -

[Her hand flies out in her attempt to break free, sending the device rolling on the ground and causing the feed to cut out.]

[OOC: Open for action, otherwise both will reply some time after this appears on inmates devices.]