MarinaNova Asylum

[Axel's been spending a lot of time in the library lately, mostly to find something decent to read so that he can pass the time, but today he's broken out some pencils and started to doodle random things on a blank piece of notebook paper.

In the middle of his sketching he picks up one of the pages and flicks on the communicator to show it off. You know, just because?]

Which one strikes fear into your heart? This one? Or this one?

[... Ok, so that second one isn't really that detailed, but you get the idea I'm too lazy to draw that. Anyway, his point is, the latter would be totally more effective at keeping people out of trouble. Or something like that, you know?]

Yo, DF. Or anyone, really. Think our lovely wardens would let my babies come to the dome? You can't tell me they don't look menacingly precious.

[If you wish to talk to him face to face, then he'll be at the library doodling away~]

( backdated to early morning; action )

[ Gamzee found himself fiddling with the communicator. He was chill as chill could possibly be, having said goodbye to the ache in his head and body after a nap and sopor.

He flicks on the communicator, kind of boredly, and you get a nice (dim) view of Gamzee's face. (He's smiling.) ]

Hey, my brothers and sisters. A motherfucker's got himself wonderin', and, uh... like, how even do you get yourself down to a place to be callin' home? I mean, this place ain't that bad, but. [ He makes odd motions around himself, like he's gesturing to the area around him. You can see shelves behind him. He's obviously in a store. ]

It's kind of not that nice, I guess what I'm sayin' is I'm wonderin' where you get a little hive to stay at? This one's pretty nice. But it ain't mine, it is. Are you even allowed to grab yourself places? Don't even fuckin' know jack shit about this prison-called place, haha.

[ Terezi has no clue where she is. Gamzee lead her around and around and supposedly to somewhere safe-- and now he's gone to find them both some sort of food, by her own request. She doesn't like trusting him as much as she is right now. But she trusts him all the same, because there is little else she can do.

The room she's inside smells very indistinct. There is nothing to define it or give her an idea of where she is; but tapping the anklet against the wall makes an echo, so she assumes it's fairly empty. She doesn't like that. The air is cool, not enough to chill her given Alternia's usual temperatures but enough to make her wonder why. So she just sits on the ground with her back against a wall and draws her knees to her chest.

Little does she know, she's in the air conditioned amphitheater. ]

Welcome to Day 176 of the first generation. The weather will be just like yesterday's. Hopefully you haven't forgotten what it was like already.

You have been some very, very naughty criminals. We bring you to an even more posh prison, and you practically trip over yourselves to gouge each other's eyes out. How crude. We may have to offer an eye patch hut at this point.

The following inmates have been found guilty of breaking facility rules and full details of their punishments are being transmitted to their devices.

Jack Noir: Assault
Prospitian Monarch: Injury
Cain: Assault and attempted murder, destruction of property, and injury
Rion Steiner: Assault and injury
Dirk Strider: Attempted robot damage
Vriska Serket: Destruction of property

For those of you who can keep your hands to yourselves you may enjoy a little treat in sector 0 today. There will be a photo booth open for public use for those of you who are sentimental.

Requested items for Elena Gilbert, Bruce Banner, Atton Rand are now available for pick up at the kiosk. Nothing terribly interesting among them I'm afraid.

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Veridical unless otherwise requested.)

[ There’s a noise of surprise, like the person is kind of miffed but more curious than upset. And then a heavy voice trails on, one that is unmistakably childish. His words are drawled; lazy. ]

Look at that. If I’m thinkin’ myself right, then this thing’s got its record on, here. Hey. Haha, look at all these words, I ain’t got it in me to be reading all that shit. It’s some kind of welcomin’ message? To this weird place, maybe. Damn.

[ Then a clunk and some ruffling, like the person pulled off the headset but kept holding onto it. There’s a faint sound of him talking to himself some more, but it’s distant, as if he kept the communicator running while walking around. That stops after a little while, and there's a thump, and wow video is being turned on and off a couple times before it sticks. So have some thirteen year old alien troll boy smiling at you. ]

What even is this shit? Even if I'm likin' how fun this place is. Kinda bright though, ain't it? I guess that's good. It don't hurt none, after all, haha.