MarinaNova Asylum

[For paying attention, they will note that he has pointed ears protruding from his head. They aren't large by his people's standards, but they are certainly obvious.]

I am ambivalent about being here. I suppose I would not usually make such an announcement to a crowd of strangers, but we are all in this together. And from what I understand about this place is that it barely qualifies as a prison. We are held here indefinitely and cannot see anyone we knew. It is something of a Godless afterlife, then.

[he rubs his neck. He looks tired and uncomfortable.]

I hadn't considered what I would do with so much free time, to be honest. Flitting day dreams here and there, but I was always snapped out of it ere long. Always something more important to do!

Goodness me, where are my manners? My name is Haurchefant de Fortemps. Pleased to meet you.

( Action. )

[DAYTIME: Walking in a floral wonderland. Not to be confused with an actual wonderland. Completely different event. You could be anywhere and everywhere today and not escape the petals.

DANCE: The sector 2 garden is a little extra pleasant and inviting this evening. Gentle breeze, beautiful flowers, delicious hor d'oeuvres, sparkling punch, and music. And dry. Did we mention it's dry? Not a single flood as far as the eye can see. So, find someone and get out there and dance.]

(OOC: Event INFO. Feel free to have your mingle set up cover both aspects of the day.)

[There's fumbling before his voice comes out over the network, speaking in a confused tone.]

Hello? Is this thing on? Maker's breath I have never seen a contraption such like this before.

[But right. The problem at hand.]

Where exactly are we? We seem to be under water which suggests a powerful level of magic, to say the least. It worries me to think of a being with such power to trap us all here.

[a small beat and then in a calmer, less barky nervous voice.]

I apologize. I'm Cullen Rutherford, Commander of the Inquisition forces and all I'm really looking for is some answers.

If that wouldn't be too much trouble

[end feed.]

[She is really not liking this place. Annoying wardens and their dumb jaunty tunes. But that's no the main reason she's not liking the place. She misses her, well her friends, okay friend. And even Katniss and her boyfriend. At least she wasn't bored with them, granted they'd all been trying to stay alive but that's not the point.]

Do they seriously expect us to go and look at an exhibit of knitting? Does anyone actually like that kind of crap?

[She rolls her eyes, leaning back against the cushions of her couch. She props her feet up on her coffee table and sighs.]

Is there at least a gym or something like that here? Anyplace I can go and punch things and not get in trouble for it?

[Mal looks mighty uncomfortable and a little upset.]

Right. So I apparently need to lear sympathy, and the wardens decided the best way I can do that is to listen to three different people talk to me for an hour. About whatever they want. So first three to respond, I'll listen to... either through the comms or somewhere else. Like a bar. Bars is good listening places.

["Secret secrets are no fun, secret secrets hurt someone."

Today, secrets will be a little less secretive than usual.]

[Duo was doing the usual rounds that happened the day after newbie day. Welcome baskets! He had an umbrella with him, just in case, and the baskets themselves had little umbrellas stuffed in them, too, for the new inmates to use for today's potential rain showers. Enjoy!]

Deliveries

• Welcome Baskets for Day 319's New Arrivals

[Johanna flicks on the video with a glare and the room around her is in complete disarray. She's stripped out of the suit and she's sitting on the floor as naked as the day she was born. She pushes to her feet, hand moving to rest on her hip and she's still glaring because fuck this place. When she does finally decide to speak, her voice is a little hoarse... Probably because she's been going A LOT of shouting lately.]

So found myself an empty enough place to stay. Like the decor? [Sarcasm, it is her friend.] Sooo, seems like you've all gotten really comfortable on this piece of shit we've all found ourselves in which, come on, is fucking pathetic. You're all just prisoners here, but you've made "friends" [She bites that last word out]... yeah. How sweet.

And this?!

[She points to her collar and scowls.]

This isn't a fancy froufrou fashion accessory. This is bullshit. I've spent my entire life being controlled by some fucked up Government, and now some fucking wardens think I'm going to fall in line for them?!

Well, fuck that!

[She takes a deep breath, rolls her shoulders and calms herself down some, well at least she appears calm.]

Look, I know not everyone can be falling for this crap, right? Because this -- [She spreads her arms out side, motioning around with small waves of her hands.] this is all a bunch of shit set up by the Capitol to try and get us all in line.