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[Sep. 15th, 2007|09:37 pm] |
"If you could be anyone, anyone at all, who would you be?" Sweet, sweet and innocent smile. "Or, if you're perfectly happy with yourself, what's the stupidest thing your employer has ever asked you to do?" |
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[Sep. 15th, 2007|03:55 pm] |
Hey, it's another refugee from postapocalypse Wisconsin! It would seem that this version of everyone's favorite absentminded professor wasn't quite absentminded enough to forget his gun when walking through a vampire-infested neighborhood at night, which is why he is (a) not dead, and (b) still holding it out in front of him when he stumbles through the Maximoff-created wormhole into the Nexus.
Mohinder squints at the sudden bright light, and then at the sign, blinking uncomprehendingly for a few seconds.
"Where did all of you come from?" he asks, struck by just how many living, breathing people there are around here. |
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| In Search Of New Home |
[Sep. 12th, 2007|02:17 am] |
Someone's fairly lucid today. Perhaps someone had their medication. Or perhaps someone isn't crazy at all. How would you know?
Uh. Yes. At any rate, Jane has come into the nexus, and she has brought a checklist. "When looking for a new home, what kind of criteria do you look for in the...neighborhood? The neighbors? How far would you go to be safe? For a new life?" |
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