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[Sep. 8th, 2007|02:17 pm] |
Lately, the woman here has taken to referring to herself as Meredith, and that will work as a name today.
Meredith-who-is-not-named-Meredith should probably react to the nexus with more shock, and to be truthful, she is shocked to find...this...instead of the room she was expected. She just won't allow that to show, and she's had time to practice her veneer of utter, unshakable calm. Besides, there is a certain logic to these things that fear doesn't serve well. She clears her throat, considering the sign.
"What do you imagine the means of your own death will be? Do you expect it soon, far in the future, or not at all?" This could be amusing, and productive as well. |
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[Sep. 6th, 2007|05:19 am] |
There's a woman in the nexus -- this is nothing new or unusual, especially not this woman, who has been to the nexus many times in the last few years of her life. A different part of it, admittedly...it counts, okay, so shut up.
For those of you who do or should recognise her, the only real visible change is the thin tanline where her wedding ring used to be. Given it's a part of the nexus she's never been to, she's not really expecting anyone to know enough about her to notice. She's probably right about the majority.
Anyway, let's skip the exposition. Donna's lighting a cigarette (as she so often is), and she shakes the match out, brushing her hair out of her eyes and examining her surroundings. "So. Nexus. Make me feel better about myself. What's the biggest mistake you didn't learn from the first time?" |
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