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[Apr. 1st, 2012|07:21 pm] |
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. |
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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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[Sep. 12th, 2011|02:12 pm] |
Rachel has been relatively scarce from the Nexus, busy back home as usual. Now, however, she's back and pacing back and forth irritably near the edge of the 'Sign area' reserved for questions. She snarling and clenching her fists as she tries to piece together a way to frame her question, muttering from time to time about 'backstabbers' and 'goddamn nightmare wards'. Finally she turns and snaps out what's clearly been bothering her. "How the fuck am I supposed to sit around doing nothing about the freaking backstabbing asshole that decides to shoot me in the back of my fucking head, after I've been trying to keep her damn ass safe for the past...however long we've been working together?! Nevermind that I was trying to help reseal a fucking demon that we'd been sent to keep from causing trouble. I mean, she might well have been sabotaging us the whole time and I can't even get a fucking PUNCH in for all this shit?! Goddamnit, why the hell is Jill keeping her stupid fucking bitch ass locked up in that...ARGH!!" |
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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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[Feb. 25th, 2010|10:33 pm] |
Elsa looks uncharacteristically contemplative. Her usual drink is missing from her hand and she's dressed a bit... well, it ain't party clothes she's wearing.
"How does one go about forgetting something?" she asks. |
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[Dec. 23rd, 2009|09:15 pm] |
There's a new face in the Nexus, hiding behind a pair of large sunglasses and an amicable smile. If he's caught off guard by all this craziness, he's certainly not showing it--he just calmly stands near the sign, smoking.
Only the scattering of discarded cigarette butts around his feet gave away his nervousness. Yohji always smoked too much when he was caught off-guard or disturbed. And, well, very little was more disturbing than finding yourself where you weren't supposed to be, with no real idea how you got there.
"Anyone have any ideas for a birthday present for a kid that says he doesn't want anything?" |
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[Dec. 20th, 2009|12:04 am] |
((Please pretend this is around early December, thanks))
Jean hasn't been around the Nexus, because well, taking college courses and starting ones own business is a lot for anybody to do.
"Alright, whose bright idea was it to have finals during the busiest shopping season of the year?" He asks. Its more rhetorical of a question, but still it needs to be asked. He sighs, "On a more serious note, anyone got any study tips?" |
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[Dec. 4th, 2009|02:35 pm] |
Somewhere in the Nexus, there is a door.
It is not a very large door, constructed to the average height and width of the front door of the average suburban house. On the whole is is entirely unremarkable, with only a peep hole and door knob to make it any more than a large, painted plank of wood. Those who frequent the area might notice that it is rather new, however, seeing as it appeared just now.
This is probably where the original author would derail into an epic off-the-wall tale about alternate dimensions or magical realms, but the current writer is both too tired for that shit and wholly uncreative.
The door opens to admit a tallish female figure into the Nexus, wearing a closed, hooded trenchcoat that makes her look like a monk released from an insane asylum and smelling faintly of a great many supernatural things should one be given to noticing those sorts of scents. Raw magic, werewolves, a faint trace of limbo, some sort of rabbit--the brimstone is likely the strongest of those scents, though. Tends to cling around a demon.
Sandra closes the door to her house behind her, not noticing it vanish and only noticing that she's not in her usual surroundings after she misses the marked lack of a step down to the street and stumbles. "What--?" She stares around at her new and somewhat strange company (was that a Transformer?) and blinks several times before forming a coherent reply.
"What the hell did Jack do now?"
Hello, Nexus. Meet Sandra Eastlake. |
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| Who is this mysterious redhead? |
[Nov. 29th, 2009|06:29 pm] |
There's a redheaded woman approaching the sign, a little red wagon in tow. The wagon is laden down with drinks of all sorts- beer, sodas, bottles of harder stuff, even some juices. Anyone with a sensitive nose and a familiarity with homunculii will be able to tell she's a homunculus, but there's nothing in her behavior or facial expressions that suggests someone in particular, and Envy was hardly the only homunculus who could alter his form.
Looks like a new homunculus in town. Of course, you normal humans won't notice a thing except that this lady really likes her drinks, and looks like she needs to gain about twenty pounds. She dresses like your typical barfly, and she's got an impish smile that suggests she giggled longer than fifteen seconds over whatever she's up to.
The wagon seems to be giving her a little bit of trouble, but not too much. Finally, she pulls it up next to the sign and grabs a stool, perching on it. "So what's your favorite drink?" she asks, still grinning. She grabs a Mike's Hard Lemonade from the wagon and opens it, taking a sip. "You're all welcome to something."
((OOC Note: This really is Envy, yes. He has found a new constant disguise that he wants to abuse for evil. However, no, your character can't tell it's Envy. :P And the drinks are LOL'd. Prepare to have a character sparkling like a certain failvamp from a certain book series that may or may not be called Twilight. As per usual, LOL is voluntary for the muns and the drink could end up doing absolutely nothing if you want to answer but not be LOL'd.)) |
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| This is scientific. |
[Oct. 4th, 2009|02:28 pm] |
Sarah walks out into the question area of the Nexus with a clipboard under her arm, whistling a cheery little tune as her fire-lizard Tsuri flies along beside her. After a moment of looking around, she finds a stool and climbs up to stand on it to get her head over the majority of the crowd (really, you can't do anything about those giant robots and other crazy things running around). She looks around for a moment, clears her throat, cups a hand around her mouth, and...
( Cut in case of wee ones knowing slang. )
That said, she pulls the clipboard out and clicks a pen out. "Your response?" |
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[Aug. 6th, 2009|06:33 pm] |
A young aristocratic woman enters the Nexus. She is sucking her fingers, trying to get off a suspicious thick red fluid off the digits. She looks around with dark eyes, confused as she walks, still absently cleaning off her hand. When her eyes finally alight on the sign, she laughs, her index finger popping out of her mouth to show slightly elongated and sharpened upper and lower canines. "Of all the places I have been," she says, her voice rolling with a slight eastern European accent, "this is the first I've seen that invites that you ask questions. Ah, then... for a question, may I ask what there is to do around here?" |
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[Apr. 14th, 2009|12:23 am] |
Envy has been silent and keeping his head down in the Nexus since he got here about a month ago- Envy's not exactly the sort to go diving headfirst into something unknown, and since this is Envy we're talking about- shapeshifter and forever-people-watcher, it's doubtful he's been noticed.
However, he thinks things are getting boring around here. So it's time to get a question out there that will stir up rants and drama.
Best subject- coworkers everyone hates. Envy perches up on the lower edge of the sign's base. "You know that coworker everybody hates? Whaddya do with them besides kill them?" |
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[Apr. 11th, 2009|06:51 pm] |
Ed's currently perched on a barstool, not wanting the comfort of one of the armchairs scattered about the Nexus. For awhile, he's perfectly content to watch people pass by as he mulls over what he wants to ask and how to word it. Eventually, he gives up on trying to word things delicately and decides to go with blunt.
"Okay. Suppose you and a friend had apparently been flirting with each other without even knowing you were doing it until someone else points it out. Possibly embarrassing yes, but not a problem, right? Wrong. Because said friend is already involved with someone else. That someone happening to be an alt." He sighs. "There's also the problem that we're probably better friends than we should be, and I, at least, have been trying to put a little distance back into things. Not terribly much--just enough to try to get things back to the proper levels or something."
Now he rubs at the back of his neck. "It doesn't help that we've already found out relatively soon after we first met that we were interested in each other in the 'more than friends' sense although a certain amount of that could have been brought on by personal stuff we've both been going through at the time that I don't feel like going into. Anyway, she recently realized that she's still interested in me. And before someone suggests the polygamy thing, the alt and I don't like each other and would probably spend entirely too much time sniping at each other or getting into outright fights if we had to live in the same apartment together."
Now he smiles weakly. "I guess my question is: thoughts on this?" |
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