MarinaNova Asylum

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[ Why the long faces, People of Marina Nova? There is someone here who isn't as happy with this latest change in events but she was determined to do what she does best. Not only that, she is hoping that this would get the anger and frustration out of her system.

Sheryl Nome lives to sing --- and that moment she wanted to remind herself of the life she chose to live.

She was the Galaxy Fairy ... no matter what galaxy she is taken to.

The feeds start with a shaky view of the stage. It was the stage from the amphi-theatre. Moments later, Sheryl comes out and wearing an all too sexy bunny outfit. She turns to the camera and gives a coquettish smile and wink ... but when the camera gave another shake again, she frowned at the person behind the camera. ]

Hold still, Gino ...

[ Her Galaxy Fairy persona returned though as music began to play and she proceeded to dance. ]

EVERYONE, LISTEN TO MY SONG!


I am your white bunny
Jumping and diving in an innocent glide
The Milky Way spills in the galaxy
Hey, I want to eat that candy star

I am your black bunny
A rowdy sexy flag
If I show you my hip line it’s dangerous
At my wink signal, dive into my cleavage

Pure heart, go and violate my exposed skin
To the point that you can not be reborn
If you intensely struggle for it
The crying angel is, watch out, a demon

Woah, check out all these weird foods! [He has an armful of street food. No, seriously. Waking up in a completely different facility with a new warden? Gino can worry about that later, but not when there's food to be had.]

Everything looks so cool. It's like one of those cultural festivals I read about once. [Picks up a plateful of pakora and pops one in his mouth.] I don't even know what half of these are, but they all taste pretty great. Everyone should try some!

[It's been a long time since he's felt well rested enough like this, but when he wakes up he feels odd and out of place. The wind is faster and beneath him doesn't feel anything like his bed.

After opening his eyes Axel realizes that he's staring up at a brick ceiling he's never seen before, but despite his questions he doesn't seem too disturbed and simply sits up to look around, first noting the change in surroundings and then finally the orange thing he's wearing. ...Ok, the last time he wore orange, he was a teenage punk without any fashion sense to wrestle his way out of a paper bag with, so needless to say that he doesn't want to see this again.

With a sigh he stands and then listens closely to the greeting on the communicator. ...A new prison, new wardens, and all of his possessions are off somewhere else while he's unable to teleport. Great. At least the communicator hasn't changed.

Speaking of which, he reaches up to flick his device on and without bothering to make the feed private he starts to speak.]

Let's just make this easy and take things back to elementary school. If you're here, say "here" so that people don't have to ask all the time. No need to raise your hand unless you absolutely have to.

[...Then he makes a quick private call.]

...Roxas?