MarinaNova Asylum

[Out and About]

[Duo was doing his thing, finding newbies, and delivering baskets. He was willing to stop and chat to anyone he passed by. In the baskets, as well as in his pocket, he had some pamphlets about the Post Office left over from PM's stay. Though, he knew he was going to have to make up some new ones, soon.]

[Deliveries]

Welcome Baskets for all Newbies

{OOC: Any newbies who want to thread out receiving their baskets, please feel free! It's not a requirement, but it's good for AC if anyone needs a thread. ^_^ We can start however you want, with Duo contacting the new arrivals via the communicator, or with them meeting up in person. I'm open to either!}

[Admittedly the library doesn't need much organizing with the catalogue changing every few days, but Ianto has started spending most of his days there anyway, organizing and filing and doing all the other things that he always gets laughed at for enjoying as much as he does. It helps take his mind off things like vampires and impending death and, again, he likes this sort of thing. Its a distraction.]

((OOC: Its these two, obviously they will be on each other like bunnies in a second, but the catch is this time its in a public place and we would love for people to crash it because that would be funny. Wanna walk in on them and be horrified? Peep from behind the shelves and silently judge? Loudly clear your throat? Go for it!))

Action

[Martha found herself pulling a long shift at the clinic with Helen out. She felt for the other woman, who had now lost two people from home. But Martha wasn’t going to bother her for the time being. Helen clearly wanted some time to herself, and Martha would respect her space. For now.

When she wasn’t helping patients, Martha tried reading. But she found she wasn’t all that interested in her current book. Finally she sighed and switched on her transmitter.]

[Universal Audio Transmission]

Good afternoon Marina. I’m the Voice of a Nightingale, and I’ve been thinking. Everyone has a story. Stories connect us. Stories helped me save the world once. And while most of us have found things to do, whether that’s attending classes, working for the defense force, manning the various shops, or spending all their waking moments in the library, sometimes it’s nice to listen to a story. If you don’t want to listen, you’re welcome to turn this off. I won’t be offended, but for those of you who don’t mind. Here’s my story. The story of Smith and Jones.

( Story )

[There’s a slight pause when and then she comes back.]

It was the start of a great adventure. Perhaps in a few days I’ll continue. If you’d like to hear more. But for now, Nightingale out.

[Elua has spent the last few hours roaming around in Sector 1 with Cassiel, but now he's gotten hungry, which means that anyone walking near the beach will smell whatever roasting meat and veggies Elua could get from the convenience store. He was glad that all the food was free, so there's a good bit of food there, more than enough for him and Cassiel both to eat.]

[Cassiel was around somewhere, Elua had sent him to catch some fish while he kept an eye on the meat and veggies. He hasn't really talked to a lot of people, this prison doesn't seem too full of prisoners.]

[The man in the video feed is so motionless that at first it would look like a still picture if it weren’t for the trees moving behind him. It's obvious that he's a new arrival, though the orange doesn't actually make him less... unsettlingly attractive. He doesn’t even move a muscle until he speaks, his voice gruff but not unpleasant.] I hope this works as I was told.

[There’s another long pause, this one marked by a slightly furrowed brow. He's worried that they've been separated- that's just not right.] I need to find Elua. If you see him, tell me.