MarinaNova Asylum

Personally I like this inmate roulette that the day before yesterday started - newcomer day has such a spring to its gait this time around. I'm all for it happening again when we least expect it! Who agrees? Raise of hands. Maybe we can start a petition for the wardens.

[And there's the sound of him clapping his hands once.]

But on to the true reason for this call: public query. I promise you it's for a very important cause, and unlike in the formerly mentioned petition, your opinions on this will be taken with utmost seriousness. All the new ducklings are free to respond too, if they're not too busy running in circles around the place.

[Theatrical ahem-hem-hem.] Action or drama? In your media consumption, in your own life, whatever you prefer. Elaborate your answer at will.

Toodles~

[Is anyone making use of the chalk today? Should the mun wish for it, their character might find that the beautiful drawing they just completed comes to life right before their eyes. Because Puck feels like it, okay. The drawings will peck at people's heads or just settle for making pretty loops in the air at your discretion, but they'll all go back to 2D-ness by the end of the day.

Puck himself can be found drawing something similar to this on a random wall somewhere. Floating in the air while drawing, too.]

[So hey, that one-day exhibition at the museum? The one about amphibians?

The one with frogs in it?

Snowman's basically spent the entire day coming in and out of there. She doesn't read any of the placards or look at the salamanders, nor does she spend any time in the gift shop.

If she's in there, she's staring at the live frogs.

Just staring at them.

Because she really, really hates frogs.]

[Voice; filtered to Jack Noir.]

Jack Noir.

[So. Frogs.]

[It may be less of a draw for a lot of people than the vibrator thing was, but PM is definitely one eager attendee of today's exhibit!]

[The carapacian lady can be found either cooing over the live specimens, carefully reading the displays of the ones that are not so much alive, or perusing the gift shop for amphibian- and frog-related offerings.]

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 183 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ cool with steady rain over the afternoon ]. We apologize for this inconvenience and have provided you with indoor entertainment as compensation. For this day only, the museum will host an exhibit on [ Amphibian Life: An Introspective Journey Through Time ]. Please take this opportunity to further your education.

The following inmates have been found guilty of breaking the [ facility rules ]. Full details of their punishment will be transmitted to their devices shortly.

Tieria Erde: Injury.
Zelgadis Graywars: Property damage and Assault.
Sasha: Injury.
Itachi Uchiha: Property damage.

The requested materials for [ Daniel Osbourne ] have arrived and will be placed in the agreed upon location.

Have a nice day.


(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested! The flavor of the rainy-day treat this time is amphibians of every kind! Enjoy! )

Don't fuckin' touch me.

[Its hard to tell what set off Jack Noir without the video function to assist, but anyone who strolls by Sector Five later might find a certain carapacian storming his way down the hall, minus one arm, the other clutching something tightly in the opposite hand. The little stump leftover is still bandaged, but obviously no longer bleeding.

Advanced medicine was a wonderful thing. The barrier collar is back in place, and nobody in Marina was surprised.]

Put on a show, they said. Ok fine. You want a show? I'll give you a fucking show.

When I'm damn good and ready.

[A lengthy pause before he throws up a filter.]

[Filtered from the Prospitian Monarch, the Aimless Renegade, and the Wayward Vagabond]

While we're at it, who here has a knack at handling bio-mechanics? I got a job for you.

[ooc: action permissible!]

At░▓ntion Cri░░▒▒░s. We are cur▒░░tly ▒▒░▓rienc▒░g some mi▒░r technological glitc▒░░. The situa░▒▒ will be under control sh▓░▒▒░. Complain amongst your░▓lves.

(OOC: For the remainder of the day expect some services to be offline or intermittent. At times robots will become inert—but shielded from attack leading to interruptions in some of the dining establishments. Water will turn on and off randomly. There will also be a light snowfall later in the evening (Around Friday in OOC time). However, temperatures will remain warm, so it will quickly turn to rain as it drops. There will be no response from the kiosk for a few hours though you may continue tagging on the daypost where we'll assume this was before the silence unless you indicate otherwise in your tag. Communications, shielding, monitors, and environmental systems other than the snow incident will be unaffected. The glitches will be relatively brief and minor.

Please feel free to respond to Veridical on this post. Veridical will not respond, but you are very encouraged to have threadjacking good times amongst each other!)

[ a strangely passive face appears on the communicator; controlled, almost eerily so, as observant eyes flick to and fro as if she were recording each inch of the area around her. grass, stone. a building in the distance.

this was nothing like the desert, nothing like arrakis; too cold, too moist. she could feel the water in the air-- how curious it was, how foreign that feeling had become in such a short time. she was to be in arrakeen, preparing and arranging for the small social party, but now-- ah, she didn't know where she was, but her robes were replaced with a suit of orange... her jewelery replaced by a headset. naturally, so naturally, she is unsettled-- a deep foreboding filling her. i will not be able to save leto here, she thinks, ah, but he was doomed, no matter what i could have done. mohaim, she made sure to make that clear-- ]

It would be pertinent, I suppose, to find more suitable clothing than this. [ she takes a small, thoughtful pause; the barest of emotion twisting the corners of her lips into a momentary frown before she snaps it back. allows the mask of the bene gesserit to resettle in it's rightful place. her voice, although, shows a small tinge of bitterness, of sadness, of self-admonishment-- much to her chagrin, upon noticing it. ]

The colour, after all, is not appropriate for one in mourning.

[ she will be wandering around quatro park for a while before moving into sector four proper! feel free to respond how ever you'd like-- video, action, or audio! ]

[After Jane had listened to a few other conversations over the communication headset, she decides to fumble with it enough to get a message of her own to go through.]

Hello? Is this thing on? [She has it turned to the audio setting. She had to readjust it on her ear after playing with it.]

I have a proposition to make. If I may speak with a warden here? There seems to be a mistake and I must speak to someone right away. There are lives at stake if I do not return to my place of origin right away! I must not waste a moment of time here.

[Jack gets the network's attention by turning on his headset and whipping it across the room so everyone gets to enjoy the sound of the microphone coming in contact with something heavy. Unlike PM, Jack has not taken his ring off (or if he has, its not off now), so the strange winged, dog-like humanoid is walking over to retrieve the headset. Unlike the day before, he's fitted with a shiny silver collar.

It looks like he's finally taken up residence somewhere, though the room is pretty dark. With what little light is filtering in the room, people watching the feed might notice a few shelves with some strange odds and ends stacked on them. Nothing really special, to the naked eye -- in fact, it just makes him look like a pack rat.

The oddest among them seems to be a jar with a preserved, pure black eye floating in it.]

These robots think I'm gonna do shit for you assholes.

They got a funny sense of humor.

[ The voice on the other end is very young. ]

Very very efficient. The instant I actually murdered someone, I've found myself here. I can only applaud the urgency of your system! It's satisfying to see the strict hand of justice reach between universes and pluck little criminals out of their places with such a cool indifference. I can't say I'm happy to be here-- I hoped to one day join your kind, and enforce the justice I love so much as a legislacerator. But I also can't say I don't deserve it.

However, something I do deserve is a trial. Your efficiency has no formality to it! That is terrible. You've completely skipped the best part.

[ She laughs, loud and sharp and long. Her tone is as playful as before, even more so. ]

Why, you should have relished taking me down in court. The guilty will crack under an even pressure and this is true of all criminals. No one is exempt! You should have slowly peeled away all layers of my defence and elicited the confession from my reluctant mouth. Your professionalism would inspire such a hate in me, a deep loathing and resentment that I have never felt before, and you would be unmoved. You might hate me back a little, because I am a criminal-- but nothing more. Such is the tragedy of a courtroom!

But instead of that-- [ her tone hits a low note now, suddenly and quickly ] -- you've just done this.

And that is such a fucking shame.

[ The feed clicks off. ]

[HA HA OH WOW just when she thought this dumb imprisonment deal couldn't get any dumb...er. More dumb.

Which it has just gotten.

Of course Snowman has snatched up her stupid paper bag full of her stupid effects as quickly as possible (and maybe made off with someone else's stuff too, it's hard to say, there was a lot of confusion going on amirite) and maybe throws a little tantrum when she realizes her hat and coat (!!) are not in there.

UGH. Ugh.

At least she has cigarettes.

But right now she's dressed in an outrageously hideous orange thing and creeping her way to Sector 0 to pick up her clothing. Hopefully without being noticed.

Because then she would probably have to really hurt somebody. And that seems to be against the rules.]