MarinaNova Asylum

[ it's been oh-so-stifling, having richard be the "main face" for the few days jim has been here. under any other circumstance, he'd have self-control in excess, enough to just deal with this itching feeling under his skin, in his bones, just in him.

but today is strange.

something seems to be smothering his filter, veering him off that fine line he walks. he's certainly clever enough to know when reigning himself in is the smarter choice, but right now, it doesn't feel like it matters.

it was easier in the morning to bite it back, but as the day dragged on, jim grew more and more restless. by evening it's to the point where he just can't handle it. richard is taking the backseat again, he decides: this strange little prison has proven interesting enough to get a taste of one james moriarty. so, the simple transformation from awkward, fidgeting, rumpled richard to sleek-suited, eerily graceful jim takes place in a matter of minutes in private. then he's out and about, finally. anyone who saw his opening broadcast would most likely be able to recognize his face, despite the change in style. otherwise, you'll probably just be seeing someone who looks like he has somewhere to be and something to do. ...and possibly someone to maim.

he's full of pent-up energy, so he can be found roaming almost anywhere in the dome. ]

[ 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 art of disguise is not merely physical. it runs on many layers, and the ability to replicate and manipulate emotions is just as important as the way one looks. it all comes in handy, though, especially when you're a world-renowned criminal mastermind in a new place with new people and you need to get your bearings.

this is why the residents of marina will be finding themselves in the company of richard brook, the fretful out-of-work actor, rather than the criminal mastermind that is james moriarty. it's only practical, after all; it would be absolutely ridiculous for everyone to be aware of his capabilities right off the bat.

the rumpled-looking man showing on the video feed is rather obviously distressed. he seems more fearful than angry, however -- his voice wavers as he mutters to himself, very quietly. ]

...torture? Murder? Really, I can't --

[ he pauses, and takes a deep breath. ]

I thought we'd been through all this once already. I'm innocent. I didn't do any of those horrible things, not a single one -- all I did was look the part. I swear, I'm being honest, I'll tell you everything all over again if I need to.

[ that tremor isn't just in his voice, now. he's shaking. ]

You've got the wrong man. This is a mistake. Please, just let me go home.