[ Claire is Not Okay. She's been thinking about home lately. A lot. And her thought processes were only spurred on further by a conversation she had with a friend the other day. Her mental state is only slightly masked; most of it is written all over her face. ]

I miss my family.

[ That isn't all she misses. She takes a breath, starting to speak, then stopping, several times before she finally finds the words to articulate the thoughts she wants to get out there. ]

I can't help but wonder if I'll get back home one day and everyone I knew will just be gone. Or too old to remember me. I think it's really starting to sink in that I'm actually stuck here, and that I'm going to outlive-- [ She has to stop. Her eyes start to well with tears, and her voice breaks a little... So she needs a second to get herself together. Suck it up, Bennet. ] - Everyone. Even the friends I make here. And even with my ability slowed down, if I age, it won't be normal. It'll be really, really slow. My dad would tell me it'll be okay, even if it's a lie. Mom would know what to do. I miss having that, even if nothing else in my life is normal anymore.

[ She doesn't really know where she's going with this train of thought anymore. She starts and stops again, then just shakes her head and shuts off the video feed. However, little to her knowledge, she left it going on voice. She doesn't intend for the rest to be heard, but there it is, broadcasting. ]

I don't want to be alone forever.

(( ooc; BACK FROM HIATUS FINALLY YAY ;A; ))

[ There is absolutely nothing abnormal about a carapaced man sitting under a light, attempting to read a book from the large stack beside him at an unholy hour of night. Nothing abnormal about that at all, as if it was abnormal, AR would not be doing it. ]

[ AR's a cross between overtired and jittery, eyes coming off of the pages every other moment to see if his surroundings have changed. He doesn't appear to be focusing on the book very often, his foot nervously tapping the ground nervously to a fast beat that only he can hear. ]

[Here we are, at the pet cafe. Jack had wandered passed it, presumably spotting something stupid that he felt the need to investigate. A frog to stomp, a cat to chase. Or maybe it was the smell of dog treats. Who knows, honestly?

Thankfully, it seems he's distracted by a small scottish terrier puppy. He's gotten down on all fours to stare straight into its face, wings folded on his back, his own eyes wide with wonder. It seems he's scared most of the other animals away from the pair of them.

Just Jack and the puppy. He doesn't look particularly threatening like this, even with the sword in his stomach. In fact, he might be a little overstimulated, considering all the cats and dogs and treats and too many things trying to get his attention at once--]

Just look at you guys, all bright eyed bushy tailed. How are you, Marina?

[ The brightest smiley face you've ever seen on a guy~ ]

I realized I missed newbie day and thought that there's something missing from the Welcome Baskets. [ With that, he holds up a flyer -- ] You know how you're kinda given a heads up with the brochure that tells you about our Wardens who can play around the space-time continuum? Well some kind soul thought that isn't enough so we have this helpful little pamphlet here: "Death Buddies and You"!

[ Then holds up both of his hands as if to stop protests. ] Now now, we're not here to make fun of dead people, just to make sure that people know what they're facing here. I'm no specialist, but if you've got questions I'll do my best to answer. We're handing these out around Sector 0 near the Shelter so inmates old and new are welcome to 'em.

[ Two girls, a brunette and a blonde wave from behind him. ]

Now, for the rules! Rule number one ... [ He then proceeds to read off the rules and after the last rule. ] Not too complicated is it? Well, we're here the whole day so come on down~


(( OOC: Gabriel will mostly be answering network posts, but he has minimally bent the reality around Sector 0 and thus have "Sugar" and "Spice" walk around handing flyers out. So if you tag action, one of the girls will come talk to you :3 ))

--There, that wasn't too hard. A simple device really. Functional and easy to use.

From my understanding this place is an Asylum, which we have been transported to for various reasons that may or may not apply as actual crimes that deserve incareation. However, the architect suggests otherwise. Hardly a prison or asylum by the proper definition. I admit it is curious, but it matters not. The answer will eventually allow itself to be revealed, through a series of interwoven events. Like a story. Only a matter of time before the page that reveals the answer is turned. But, I wonder if any of you will be satisified when that page is turned and you are told the truth.

That aside, I wonder if you would allow me the pleasure of a conversation. You being the one who is observing me over this network. Of course I wonder how many of you will be new to me? I am already aware of nine existences that I recognize fully and to expand that would be a very great honor.

Don't worry about being bored. I am known to be an excellent conversationalist.

[ooc: before answering please fill out this permission post because it will be important regarding his omniscience which has no restrictions in the asylum. I won't be able to answer your tag your character back until you fill this out.]