brokenbrothers

Al decides to take a break from looking for work and settles himself on a chair. He took a look at the sign and spent some time thinking of a question.

"How do you help someone who's been so deeply truamatized by something that it'll take years for him to recover," he finally asks.

morevoices

"--is, honey?" a woman just walking into the Nexus says. When the change of locations registers, she comes to a halt and frowns. "What just happened?"

She looks at the sign, winces at the assault on her retinas and looks away. "A question, hmm? I believe the previous one can be skipped for now."

She folds her arms across her chest, looking distinctly unamused. "What do people think I should do about my idiot apprentice that disobeyed my teachings to run off and become a State Alchemist, therefore putting himself in the hands of the military?"

dantesspawn

Envy's back and he's perched on a random bar stool out near the sign. He's feeling frustrated at the lack of cooperation on the parts of the various Edwards inhabiting the Nexus on getting to where he could corner them alone, and he feels like expressing it.

"I like a challenge as much as anyone else, but things have been... irritating lately. So. What to do when that's have gone from simply interesting to annoying? Giving up isn't really an option."

morevoices

There is a new apparent Ed in the Nexus. He looks to be sixteen and doesn't have automail. He's wearing tight black shorts and no shirt. There's an ouroboros on the back of his right shoulder blade, but view of that is currently blocked by the back of the couch he's sitting on.

He watches the Nexus quietly for an hour or so, thinking of a question to ask.

"Do you ever wonder how things could have happened differently? And if you would even want them to do so?" he finally asks.

haganenomore

A new LOL has seen fit to arrive at the Nexus. There are toy My Little Ponies everywhere, waiting to LOL the poor unsuspecting sucker that picks one up. If they do, they'll get turned into a pony.

For those bright enough to not touch anything? There's pony-shaped confetti flying around, attacking their victims. There's no escape.

So, how many are out and about in the Nexus today?

((Pony-maker here. Have fun horrifying your pups.))

that_bitch

Dante has once again returned to the Nexus. Now that she has made some plans, she intends to carry them out. Even if she isn't quite certain what she intends to do with Sarah yet. Merely use her to manipulate Edward into returning or moving house. Perhaps both.

As it is, she'll not ready to remove the illusion of benevolence quite yet. Even if her question could imply otherwise.

"What would you do if someone who turns out to be unreliable caused the delay of plans you made for an indeterminate amount of time? And how would you punish them if they are someone you have authority over?"

haganenomore

Ed's sitting sideways on a Nexus-couch, legs drawn up to her chest and arms wrapped around them. She'd been mulling over a question for a while, trying to put her thoughts into some sort of order so she'd actually be coherant instead of producing some sort of mixed up babble.

"Has the Nexus affected your relationships? And if so, how? I don't mean in terms of the ones developed in the Nexus so much as the ones you've already had," she clarifies, in case anyone has somehow misunderstood.

"And assuming you don't feel like dealing with the first question, ever have one of those moments when you realize that you could probably do something useful and feel stupid for not figuring it out sooner?"

((x-posted))

dantesspawn

A long unused portal finds itself in use once again, although this time it's a completely different individual discovering it. "What the fuck?"

The figure squints at the sign that's assaulting his eyes before scowling at the Nexus in general. "A question huh? Well, I've got one alright. Anyone seen any short blond brats running around?"

((Cross-posted to hell and back. Mun is going to bed. Will respond to tags after awakening. Back.))

haganenomore

Ed's sprawled on a Nexus Couch, taking up most of the space. "Got a question that would have worked better back when it was still actually winter. Well, in the parts of the Nexus that felt like doing the winter thing. That being, is it the Nexus that decides on the temperature, or people subconsciously agreeing on it? My heating bills for the winter and annoyance with having to be bundled up in some areas, resulting in me being rather over-dressed for others, is what's prompted the question."

He looks lost in thought for a few minutes. "How do you deal with homesickness when going back home for extended amounts of time isn't a very good idea? And what visits you do make apparently just makes it worse?" he finally asks quietly.

Meanwhile, apparently completely unrelated to him, there's a small table with name tags that say 'My name is ___________ and I like/don't like ___________________________.' There are also pens available with a sign saying 'Tired of having to introduce yourself to people? Or possibly even just want a break from being mistaken for an alt? Take one of these name tags!'

((Needless to say, the name tags are LOL'd. Once they're on, they stay on the pup for twenty-four hours or until the mun takes pity on them. They also announce some random minor embarrassing thing in the second blank, regardless of what's originally written there.))

haganenomore

"Am I the only one who thinks this is a particularly sucky time of year to deliberately LOL people?" A freshly two-inch tall Ed sits sulkily on a chair arm, where he climbed to avoid being stepped or sat on.

"For those who don't care about the previous question, I guess I should ask something else. Um, what do you like about winter?"

((It's three in the morning. Will respond to tags after I sleep. Back.))