MarinaNova Asylum

[Tieria had several books in his bag as he walked back towards the convenience store. The frame hadn't been working after he'd found it, but he found that, after a quick trip and test in the computer lab, that all the pictures were still intact. So, with that in mind, he was on his way from the library to go pick up a new frame. He wasn't overly upset. In fact, he was pretty relieved about it. The frame itself wasn't the important part. The pictures were, and those were fine, so he would deal with getting a new one.]

[Today, PM bears very little of her usual fare, but instead, she and her volunteers have loaded up on Welcome Baskets for this day's new arrivals!]

[...How do they find you? It's probably better not to ask.]

[The mail lady herself is a fair and lovely... hard-shelled alien... sporting a dapper uniform and a matching navy blue eyepatch.]

[Feel free to chat with her or any of her volunteers who make the delivery!]

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[Info about the postal service and mail submissions for Day 181 are here!]

[ Welcome to Sector 5, home of the hospital, non-denominational prayer facility, memorial gardens, graveyard and, more importantly, the museum.

Today, the wardens are treating you to a special exhibit titled "The History of Self-Stimulation Through Mechanical Seismic Activity" where you can partake in such wonderful displays such as "Hand Cranked — A Guide to Historical Devices" (complete with vintage ads such as Aids That Every Woman Appreciates and Vibration is Life ) and "Bullets and Probes — Vibrations from a Universal Perspective" that feature devices from many different worlds.

Feel free to gawk at these colorful and sometimes frightening displays, peruse the gift shop (of course there's a gift shop!) or maybe just wander the rest of the Sector! ]

(ooc: Thread can take place at any time of the day, anywhere in Sector 5! Remember the rain and needless to say, those links are NSFW to varying degrees! )

[ What comes on over the audio is nothing but noise at first. Someone or something is grappling with the communicator. Fingernails perhaps? There is also the incoherent shouting of a male voice that might be familiar to some, but with the way the audio receptors are being abused, it will be hard to make out many words at all. ]

—sto——reaking i——ut it out!

[ Most rustling and... was that a growl? Maybe the rush of air. ] —ere! Thank you. I think I can work this by myself.

[ The young man sighs, and there is one final bit of noise as he slip the device on over an ear. ] Okay. Is it on? I think it's on. This looks different.

[ He clears his throat and takes a deep breath. His attempt is to sound braver than he feels and certainly less seasick than he should be. ] Excuse me! Whoever can hear me, I'm... I'm looking for some friends! They're very important to me, so if there is anywhere I can ask about them, can you please point me the way? I think I saw a map? Maybe if I—

[ Click.

No, Ashton. That was not the right button. Way to fail. ]

[You're in a new prison and free!

Well, free to look around anyway. Maybe you'll pick your pet up from the pet cafe or search the pile for your personal items before someone else gets to them first. You could be inspecting the barrier around sector six. Did you just hear something scratching it from the other side? Maybe you want to find the nearest clothing store and upgrade from prisoner-chic to something a little more you. Maybe you appeared somewhere awkward and could use a hand with that. It could be you're just wandering around, familiarizing yourself with the new space.

Whatever it is, you're welcome to do it here.]