| Whoops. what happens when someone can't read the Sign? |
[Jul. 29th, 2011|09:50 pm] |
Bakura has been hanging out in the Nexus, because he can't read the Sign. He knows it is big, shiny and blinky, and try as he might pick his memory of Ryou's brain and all the things he learned about signs while tagging along with Zorc inside Ryou's head, he can only get the word "question" out of the sign. So he decides to, indeed, question this.
"Okay, I'm fed up with this. What does that say?" he says, pointing to the Sign. |
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| Most annoying song? |
[Jun. 23rd, 2011|08:21 pm] |
Xellos was floating up by the sign, studying it intently. Finally, he turned to the crowd gathered. "What do you consider to be the most annoying song you've ever heard?" he asked. |
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[Oct. 17th, 2010|10:08 pm] |
Zelgadis is boredly staring at the sign.
"Here's something. Who do you don't want to see here at the Nexus?" |
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[Jul. 28th, 2010|05:00 pm] |
Here is a young woman who has been wandering up and down streets for some time now. She is doing her best to appear inconspicuous and nonchalant, with limited success. It probably does not help that she is exuding nervousness and paranoia; head low, hat pulled down, eyes darting back and forth behind the glasses that she doesn't actually need.
When the sign catches her eye, she stares for a long moment, trying to figure out what it's advertising. Detergent, maybe? Insurance? Religion? All that viral marketing stuff is lost on her, she supposes.
There is a question that nags at the back of her mind, the same one she asks herself every morning, but she doesn't see any point in saying it out loud. Instead, she asks: "What are you selling?" |
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| Viral Earworms |
[May. 2nd, 2010|12:59 pm] |
Zelgadis looks irritated. Not an unusual look for him, honestly. He is seated, with a guitar, and is trying to pick out chords and a melody -- usually it goes for a couple of bars before you get discord and him making a disgusted sound before giving up for a bit. "How do you get rid of a song stuck in your head? I've already tried other songs."
There is also a bouquet of flowers next to him. Feel free to ask about that.
[OOC Note: Zel is suffering from Shader's LOL. He's got this little NSFW ditty* stuck in his head, and should he sing it aloud, it will spread.
* Just linked the lyrics, so should be okay if you don't want to have surprise audio. If you do -- here's a (auto-play, sorry) video of someone signing to the song with bilingual captions.] |
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[Apr. 8th, 2010|07:16 pm] |
Zelgadis is reading a book. Surprisingly, it looks to be a novel, of the 'stupid thriller' sort that you occasionally find in grocery stores. He looks to be on the last couple of pages, which he quickly zips through. "So, what do everyone else do when they don't have that much to do? I'm not accustomed to boredom, and I'm finding I don't like it." |
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| Shopping for answers |
[Apr. 7th, 2010|12:55 am] |
The Nexus was a nice place. It wasn't easy to afford some of the prices set, but there were paints available which were like nothing she could find at home. Those special editions of her pottery sold for very steep prices, more than enough to turn a profit off the initial costs.
And while she was here, why not a trip to the sign? No, she wasn't looking for someone, hoping to see someone. It had been so long, she really had no actual hope. Just a chilled fragment of a ghost that faded out in a whisper of expected disappointment as she arrived and looked around.
A question. There were a few she had on her mind, but really, most weren't worth asking. Where did he go? What if it was intentional? What if she'd misread him all along... which wouldn't be the first time she'd misread someone. No, if he did still come around, it wouldn't get back to him that it bothered her.
"I've heard a saying recently. 'The road to truth is long, and lined the entire way with annoying bastards'," Filia began. "Do you have any annoying bastards in your life that you simply cannot shake for anything? What in the world possesses them to hound your every step, to appear at the worst possible times, to make a nuisance of themselves? And everything about them is the embodiment of pure evil? And what if, despite that, they're counted in the very tiny ranks of people who seem to have been truly honest with you?" |
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