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Sandra Eastlake ([info]chpstickfingers) wrote in [info]the_nexus_rpg,
@ 2009-12-04 14:35:00

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Entry tags:acloudedmoon, chpstickfingers, exiled_years, haganenomore, militaryfarmdog, onethirdhuman, puddle_of_grace, torchwoodbutler

Somewhere in the Nexus, there is a door.

It is not a very large door, constructed to the average height and width of the front door of the average suburban house. On the whole is is entirely unremarkable, with only a peep hole and door knob to make it any more than a large, painted plank of wood. Those who frequent the area might notice that it is rather new, however, seeing as it appeared just now.

This is probably where the original author would derail into an epic off-the-wall tale about alternate dimensions or magical realms, but the current writer is both too tired for that shit and wholly uncreative.

The door opens to admit a tallish female figure into the Nexus, wearing a closed, hooded trenchcoat that makes her look like a monk released from an insane asylum and smelling faintly of a great many supernatural things should one be given to noticing those sorts of scents. Raw magic, werewolves, a faint trace of limbo, some sort of rabbit--the brimstone is likely the strongest of those scents, though. Tends to cling around a demon.

Sandra closes the door to her house behind her, not noticing it vanish and only noticing that she's not in her usual surroundings after she misses the marked lack of a step down to the street and stumbles. "What--?" She stares around at her new and somewhat strange company (was that a Transformer?) and blinks several times before forming a coherent reply.

"What the hell did Jack do now?"

Hello, Nexus. Meet Sandra Eastlake.



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[info]chpstickfingers
2009-12-06 11:25 pm UTC (link)
"Well, you said you thought...ah, nevermind."

If people tried to make things go boom at her, she'd go boom back.

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[info]haganenomore
2009-12-06 11:35 pm UTC (link)

"I know what it means. I was just giving you my reasoning behind the name."

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[info]chpstickfingers
2009-12-06 11:38 pm UTC (link)
"Alright."

...

So, how about that weather. "Um..."

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[info]haganenomore
2009-12-06 11:46 pm UTC (link)

"I think that's my cue to wander off and let you poke around on your own. I wouldn't recommend opening random portals since you don't know what's on the other side. For all you know, you could get sucked into a black hole."

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[info]chpstickfingers
2009-12-07 12:28 am UTC (link)
"Uh, yeah, I'll keep that in mind. Thanks." And with that, she wanders on off.

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