| Return Of The Housewife. |
[Feb. 3rd, 2013|02:57 pm] |
It's a year later, and Izumi has returned again. This time, she's dressed for the weather.
She took a seat, moving carefully, and thought about her question for awhile.
"Last time I was here, it was to ask about an idiot apprentince," she began. "Now I'm here to ask about what one does when there's nothing more for her to teach a former apprentince." |
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| A difficult question |
[Jun. 18th, 2012|07:55 pm] |
Mokou sits down in front of the sign, and very casually sets it a flame, only to watch it return almost instantly. She sighs quietly. "If only everything were like this sign. It wouldn't be such a curse.. or perhaps it'd be the worst fate. I can never really tell."
She pauses and looks around, then slumps slightly, crossing her legs. "How does one bring the dead back?" |
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[May. 29th, 2012|11:08 pm] |
Yuuka walked quietly up to the sign. In her hands, a large sunflower in a pot, which she sets on the ground next to her. She smiles, and looks up at the sun. "My, such a beautiful day, even in this urban setting."
She looks over at the sign, and smiles again. "Ask a question. A quaint tradition. I suppose I shall partake in it. What would you say is your favorite place in nature? Not a single location, but rather, a locale, be it forest or prairie." |
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[Jan. 24th, 2012|10:35 pm] |
A young man stumbles out of a portal that opens up near The Sign. He's wearing a sort of space suit, with a helmet under his arm. The suit, while it is unmarked, has the look of a military style. No rank or name, or even country is placed on the suit though. His hair is long, and held back in a braid... The braid goes down to his waist. He looks around at his current location.
"Huh. This isn't the hanger." He says quietly to himself, as he brings up his spare hand to rub his hair for a moment. "Damn, I'd hate to be late, I got a big mission planned!" He said, before he looked around a moment more, realizing he wasn't anywhere he even recognized. Just... Where was he? His eyes finally came to rest on the red, blinking sign. "Ask a question? Hey, why not? Where the hell am I?" He asked. |
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[Jan. 5th, 2012|08:28 pm] |
Envy flops down on a convenient nexus stool under the Sign. He's wearing a black skintight jacket over his usual outfit, to take care of whatever cold homunculi feel in winter.
He stares at the passerby before asking a question.
"Have you ever had life set a problem before you that seemed too hard to solve?" |
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| (original character, open) |
[Oct. 29th, 2011|11:52 pm] |
Ira is pretty sure he got here through a dreamstate. Or if not quite a dreamstate, then certainly something that isn't in any way related to the ordinary corporeal world back in Nevada. Maybe something like the out-of-place, out-of-time shared mental spaces Jersey was working on. Before... well, when Jersey had the telepathic capacity to work on anything like that.
Now, Ira thinks (not entirely charitably) he seems to mostly have the capacity to bitch.
He's a rational human being. Bit emotional sometimes, sure, but mostly rational, and has an MSc in psychology (well, telepathic psychology, but he doesn't tell most people the first word) to prove it. If you can call psychology rational, when the entire discipline's had to deal with the likes of Freud. You take what you can get. Anyway, the ongoing monologue rationale in his head is pointing out that this is obviously a construct of his own mind, because that sign's screaming out what he's wanted to do for days. Ask a question. Or rather, several questions. And ask them of people who aren't so closely involved with the whole situation.
It's entirely possible he's gone crazy, here, he realises, but right now he'll roll with it.
"Okay," he says genially to the locals at large. "Here's a question. If you got your boyfriend into a mess -- sort of, though technically speaking he got himself into it, I won't bore you with the gory details -- anyway, having already broken up once, how godawful is it to be considering leaving him again?" |
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[Sep. 17th, 2011|01:39 pm] |
A white, winged unicorn is pacing near the Sign, pausing from time to time as she paws at the ground with a worried expression. "No matter how long I live, I don't think I shall ever become used to uncertainty."
Celestia sighs before holding her head high and speaking to the Nexus in general. "Have you ever had to send a student or loved one into a situation no one could truly be prepared for? And no matter the outcome, how did you deal with the worry and fear for them before the task was completed?"
(( WARNING TO ANYONE WHO CARES there may be spoilers for FiM season 2! )) |
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| physical therapy |
[Aug. 30th, 2011|11:19 pm] |
Edward was holding a notebook, a pencil in his hand, awkwardly trying to draw a transmutation circle. The circle is sloppy and malformed, and finally, Edward gave up. "Has anyone here ever gone through physical therapy?" he asked. "Did you ever get frustrated by the lack of progress?" |
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| A question, for the peanut gallery |
[Jul. 9th, 2011|05:13 pm] |
Envy stops underneath the Sign, holding a cup full of ice water. His face seems a little red, probably from the sun. He sips the ice water, and sits down on a Nexus Ice Block.
"So," Envy says slowly. "What do you think is the best thing about summer? I like the fact heat makes interesting mirages." |
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[May. 6th, 2011|12:52 am] |
Paul showed up at the sign, his left arm cradled to his chest in a sling and hand wrapped in a cast. He adjusts his glasses before speaking up. "Have you ever experienced loss of a limb?" he asked. "I'm finding cooking to be a terrible chore with only one hand." |
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| A sentiment that's deeper than loyalty |
[Feb. 3rd, 2011|07:07 pm] |
Paul usually sat in the gardens of the Elric Apartments with his Bible, studying its words, but today, he was at the sign. And he was pacing a big while he reads, fingering his rosary like worry beads. "Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends," he finally said. "John, fifteen, thirteen."
He sighed, closing the book, careful of a piece of paper that tried to flutter out from somewhere in the early Old Testament. "These are noble words to live by, but terribly frightening. There are terrible things going on in my homeland right now, and I am in a unique position to try to help before it gets worse. But I have been advised to stay here for my own safety. What would you do in my position?" |
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| Compatibility issues |
[Jan. 29th, 2011|04:59 pm] |
Elsa's back, and anyone who was previously loled by her will notice she's not offering an apology for that.
She flops into a Nexus Chair and lolls her head back, looking exhausted. Finally, she lifts her head and looks around. "How do you convince someone you used to be compatible with that you're not anymore?" |
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| The Bitch Is Back |
[Jan. 23rd, 2011|12:38 am] |
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?" |
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| Storytellers? |
[Jan. 18th, 2011|07:11 pm] |
Look who's back! The Edward that has a tendency to chew at his lips when he's talking (quietly) was sitting on a Convenient Nexus Couch, legs curled up to his chest, folding him up like an accordian. He was frowning in consternation as he considered his question.
"Is anyone here a storyteller?" he finally asked. "I'm working on something back home, and I'm afraid I'm coming across as really boring to listen to." |
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