MarinaNova Asylum

[Ryou's in his kitchen (he basically lives there), not doing anything in particular. At least not at the moment.]

Hey.

What kind of food do you think is weird?

[Sarah smiles into the camera.]

Hello...

Uh... Nico and I are inviting all the teenagers to a game night on day 420. No! Day 421. Sorry. The days are messed up. So day 421 is game night. In the clocktower estates. Room [insert room here]. We'll have lots of board games, but if there's something you really like, please bring it. There will be food and drinks.

It should be lots of fun!

[She gives one more smile and waves before clicking off the feed.]

[EVENT INFO]

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 408 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ warm and sunny ].

For this day only, the [ food carts ] in Sector 0 will serve what is commonly known as [ Bihari cuisine ]. Please take this opportunity to widen your culinary horizons.


[ And like always, we end this message with a jaunty tune! You're welcome. ]

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested! Warden request post is HERE for your convenience! Mail submissions go here! )

[Voice]

[It's the day. It's the day! She's been working up to this since she (was seeded the idea) landed here with her heels on the ground and her heart set on love. But of course, finding your true love is far from easy and it is kind of slim pickings in jail but that's still one large step up from Hell. So Satan's daughter Jezebel has deemed today the right time to get the ball moving so she can find Mr or Mrs Right already.

The feed starts with Jezebel looking up at the camera, flashing her good angle before a toothy little grin as she brings the lens down level. She's braided her hair around her two protruding horns and even has a little dab of lipgloss on. Her apartment still isn't quite right but one of the walls behind her already has a framed picture of a kitten on it and a doily on the couch armrest.]

Hi! I'm um, Jezebel.

I was just wanting to tell you guys that today, well - tonight Lyrical's going to be a total dating hotspot for singles! So if you're looking for love you should head on down there, where there'll be some music and singing. And drinks, I guess. So you should go! Love doesn't wait, neither does lust-- whatever you're looking for... Lyrical's a must~ ♫

If you're not single well, I can't stop you from coming either if you want to for support. Or to build new polyamourous relationships. That's cool too.

See you there! [♥]

( Private Action; Spike )

( Private Voice; Deadpool )

[Action; LYRICAL/ MINGLE]

[So you heard the post and you decided to drop by Lyrical, the karaoke bar, on a whim or to witness the curious spectacle. That or you just happened to walk by on the same day Satan's little daughter Jezebel's declared to be her big first chance at finding love in this tiny little wading pool under the sea. She's put up a few glittery banners and has tried to organize some sort of food set up (with as much booze as she could muster) but she's not sure how to really run this thing being wholly devoid of experience. But she's still holding out in hopes someone will show up to join her.

Otherwise it'll be a lot of lonely demon girl sitting alone. You wouldn't do that to her, would you?]

[You might run into Kitty out and about today as more things go sideways—maybe literally—but for now have a video!]

Something strange is happening today, and I'm having trouble nailing down a theme.

So far I've noticed a weirder-than-usual morning announcement from our toaster overlord.

My closet was full of pantsuits and only pantsuits. [And that's why she's wearing this out-of-character plum number. You might also see a hint of a blue band. It's been red for awhile so this is new.]

[Video pans down.] I got this [watermelon shark] when I ordered waffles and bacon.

There have been some technical malfunctions. [On Ton's biomechanics, but since he's sensitive about it she doesn't elaborate.]

So, speak up, what's your damage? Le̬͉̭͇͇͓t̪̠̗͍'̷̳̠̙̖̟͙s̨ ̘̰͔̻̟̀f̗̦̠̠̮i̴̘̲̮̭g̴̼͙̣̩͔ur͜e̹͎̫̪ ̞̼̤̪͡th́i̹͇̥̘̞s̡ ̤̻͇ͅo͇ut̬̮̰͕.̼͎̭͚͎̥

(( OOC: Happy Halloween - sort of! EVENT INFO ))

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 400 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ spooky ].

Boo.

[ And like always, we end this message with a jaunty tune! You're welcome. ]

(OOC: EVENT INFO. Kiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested! Warden request post is HERE for your convenience! Mail submissions go here! )

It's pretty obvious the wardens are up to something or want us to think they are. They've been dropping hints about tomorrow for the last few morning broadcasts. The things Veridical said today are pretty much on target for that.

Gather round, kids. Time for a history lesson since I've been here for most of it.

Back on Day 100 we were still back in Marina Asylum with different wardens and surroundings. They threw a masquerade ball. I picked out a simple red dress and spent the rest of the day thinking I was a goddess and a crazy one at that. [Named Glory.]

On Day 200 we had a summer festival thing. Games, rides, food stands, a dance, the works. There was a projection of scenes from home. Everyone's home I think. [She doesn't mention the ferris wheel because it still comes with too many feelings when it comes to Reid. She really hopes there's no ferris wheel this time.]

Day 300 was more of a harvest festival. Same kind of thing as Day 200 but more fall themed. They did the projections again and there was a dance on the beach. [There was another ferris wheel that day and by then she and Reid had broken up. Which means it's been more than 100 days already. Sometimes it feels like years. Sometimes it feels like yesterday. Letting go and moving on are both their own kinds of journeys.]

Tomorrow is Day 400. I'm guessing there's a dance. From the look of the costumes in stock and the decorations that have started going up I think we're looking at a Halloween theme. Might pick up past things or be completely different. It feels like we had a couple of Halloweens back when I first arrived.

So...that's what I know for what it's worth. You can always call the Defense Force if something comes up. Dispatch will get someone to you. Hopefully, the worst of it is stepping on someone's toes. Might even be fun. [She might even have a date?]

[If you're out and about you might run into Kitty pretty much anywhere, but definitely surveying the costumes in the shops.]

(OOC: Links are NOT IC.)

[Lyle is seated in one of the classrooms at the academy when he posts the message]

For those that don't know, my name is Lyle Dylandy. So I'm sure that most people here are aware that Euphemia is no longer here. I know that she will be missed by many.

For those who don't know, one of the things she did was to create Marina Academy. This is an educational experience designed to offer a wide range of academic options for those here.

At least for the time being, I have asked to take over running the academy. I'd be happy to answer questions that students and teachers may have.

Marina Academy is also looking for new teachers and students. If you have any questions, feel free to contact me as well.

Private to Teachers and Staff
So I think we should have a meeting. Let me know if Day 399 is too early.

[ooc: There have been some changes made to marinaacademy page. Current classes should be up to date. New sections have been added with a schedule, a faculty page, and a student page where students can share classes they are taking (completely optional and mainly for CR purposes). Enjoy!]

[After a very brief chat with one of the wardens, Ryou has found himself more confused than he was to begin with. So he puts effort into figuring this thing out. Effort is hard...

Once he does so, he proceeds, speaking in his usual manner which is slow, soft. It was like his default manner of speaking was that of someone very tired. The spaced out look on his face probably doesn't help, either.]

Ah... I'm confused...

What does "They are not aware you've left" mean in regards to people back home? Maybe it was an insult.

[An insult, or maybe a joke he's not getting.]

So I can prepare for the worst...

Day 397. That's only three shopping days left until Day 400. Not that we have any plans necessarily. I might be washing my hair that day. [These are the jokes, folks.] Until then enjoy the new faces.

I leave you with the communication stylings of your people. Well, some of your people.



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