MarinaNova Asylum

[It's safe to say that the past few days haven't been Yuuki's best. Really, not since the arrival of a once friend from home, yet she's tried her best to ignore and avoid that particular reminder of the past. She's never been punished by the wardens before, though, and she can't help but to feel a little mopey. Oh,all right, sure, she was involved with the destruction of a tree. But she would have happily skipped out on having her body smashed through it if possible. The wardens are impossible. And now she has to perform as a punishment. Great.

Sitting in the library, buried beneath a pile of books on music theory, song writing, and who knows what else, she's vexed beyond belief. Her performance can be anything, but singing a song sounds a lot easier than creating a play of some sort. With a small sigh she glances up toward the screen upon her device, strewn over all her paper work and notes.]

So... when looking for inspiration, where do you normally look?

[Because this is impossible. Honestly, she's not even sure where to start.]

Welcome to Day 212. It will be a lot like Day 211, but drier.

I do hope you had a lovely time at your beach dance. Of course, it seems to have stirred up a couple of you since we have a couple of rule breakers.

Zero Kiryuu: property damage
Yuuki Kuran: property damage

Punishment details will be sent to their communicators. No one was terribly demanding yesterday, so there are no requests to be fulfilled.

To continue yesterday's theme, we will give a lei to anyone who visits the kiosk today. That was L-E-I. Try not to get too excited, Damon and Dirk.

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Veridical unless otherwise requested. Mail submissions can be left HERE.)

[ 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! ]

[Calliope refuses to show her face on the network. The last thing she wants to do is scare people with her "ugly" monstery-ness. So she writes down what she wants to say, takes a seat by the window, and watches the rain with fascination while snacking on her welcome basket goodies. Eventually, she’s plucked up enough courage, and also filled her belly.]

[Her voice is exactly the same as Caliborn’s, but with none of the grump. On the contrary, Calliope speaks with a sweetness that is genuine through and through--albeit toned with apology, and soft for how shy she feels.]

Hello, everyone. I’m-... the sister of that rather loud and demanding boy who arrived with me yesterday. If you’ve had to deal with him, I’m terribly sorry. I'm trying to find ways to persuade him to behave, but finding a fail-proof method is, um, sort of a work in progress.

Truth be told, for all his bluster and bravado, he does have the potential to be truly dangerous. We’re of a species that is very, um, different from many of yours. Though I pride myself on following proper social conduct, he feels that it is his right to treat other people as his playthings. If you ever encounter him in person and feel threatened, please do whatever you feel is best to subdue him.

Even if it means locking him away, or tying him up somewhere.

[She pauses, clears her throat, and tries to sound more cheerful.]

Anyway! Unless you have specific grievances that I can assist you with, that’s enough about him.

For those of you comfortable with doing so, could you please introduce yourselves to me? I’d like to get to know all of you! Being among so many humans and other races is a rather new experience for me. --Not to say Prospitians don’t count as people! But that’s different.

[Filtered to Jane Crocker and Jake English]
Roxy and Dirk already know I’m here, so, Jane and Jake... this is uranianUmbra. I’m sorry that I didn’t contact either of you sooner. It’s not personal at all! You’re both my dear and important friends. It’s just that… well, yesterday was quite a terrible day.

Good morning, inmates.

Today is day [ 211 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ steady rain throughout the morning with clear skies in 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 [ Encyclopedias — the root of knowledge ]. Please take this opportunity to further your education.

[Mail delivery of the day: Welcome baskets for the 210 newcomers ]

The items requested by [ Kitty Pryde and Jean Luc Picard ] are now available for pickup at the kiosk.

Have a nice day.

[ 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! ))

[ A redheaded Japanese girl can briefly be seen fumbling with the headset. Then there's a shot of a park, then there's a blur of indecipherable colors. At that point, the transmission ends.

Five minutes later, Sora appears again, looking sheepish. ]

Man, these things are hard to figure out! Okay, but anyway, here's what I wanted to say--

This isn't right! I mean, yeah, I did all those things technically, but if I didn't then the boys would have kept oppressing the girls and everyone would have kept suffering! Isn't there some kind of exception for situations like that? Can I do a plea bargain? I saw that on TV once.

[A voice breaks the peace and quiet. It’s rather androgynous, rather rough from disuse, but loud and abrupt and demanding and bratty all the same.]

Whoa. This “crimes list” is fantastic. An outline of my accomplishments. Great and terrible. And I haven’t even done most of it yet?

But. “Cheating”? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. I don’t cheat. Fix it. Put it right immediately. Maybe I’ll forget about your little “mistake.” And let you die quickly. Instead of slowly and painfully.

[And then Caliborn brushes it off, at least for now, because he has more important matters to attend to.]

Now. Where’s all my shit? Bring it to me.

I’m waiting.