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[Dec. 24th, 2010|09:25 am] |
Chrono is in the Nexus, sitting in one of the Convenient Nexus Couches. Somewhere nearby on a Convenient Nexus television set, "A Christmas Story" is playing, but Chrono isn't really paying attention. "Have you ever been mistaken for someone or something you're not?" |
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| A Question About Child Care... |
[Aug. 15th, 2010|01:38 am] |
Florette tends not to ask very many questions. She's more of a quiet observer as she wanders the Nexus and occasionally very surreptitiously dusting the occasional Random Nexus Credenza. Right now she's looking ever so slightly harried as she stands near the the sign. Her hair is slightly frazzled, she seems ever so slightly out of breath.
A few yards away is something that looks like the cross between the best jungle gym ever and a cage made out of slightly glowing green glass. Inside are three children in tight fitting black clothes that cover every inch of them except for their faces, hands and feet, and over that, they're wearing ponchos. Two of the children are identical enough to be twins, and the third is a child with cat ears and a tail. The cat eared child is climbing, the twins are pretending to fight--while climbing.
"What are some good ways to keep three extremely active and destructive children occupied."
((OOC: Yes, if I was going to have one live PB I should have used live actors for all of them, but I am lazy.)) |
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| Question about atheists (you're related to.) |
[Jul. 11th, 2010|08:23 pm] |
Chrono has the look of someone who'd like to punch someone in the nose. He's taking a long walk into the Nexus to cool down after a hot debate that nearly ended in the traditional Sinner manner: Someone getting impaled or frozen in time. "Say you have a relative, and say that he has some very extreme issues when it comes to religion--he's an atheist and he thinks your personal beliefs are funny--how would you get him to knock it off without knocking his head off his shoulders?" |
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| Nexus, meet Georgia. George, meet the Nexus. |
[Jul. 6th, 2010|10:37 pm] |
A woman is staggering into the Nexus. It looks like she might have been attending something well to-do, as she is wearing an elegant sheath dress and pantyhose. On the other hand, the sunglasses kind of contrast with the black-tie nature of her clothing, and her hair is down and she's missing her shoes.
She looks around. For those residents of the Nexus that notice such things, her entire body is wary, tense, as if she's expecting something to jump out at her. Though you can't see her eyes behind her shades, her head darts back and forth. She catches the sign, then looks away, wincing. "Jesus Christ, I can see that through my glasses."
"I suppose 'is this the afterlife's waiting room?' is too obvious a question, huh?" She takes a seat in one of the Nexus Couches, leaning forward as if interested in what you have to say. Her hand goes for something that she is apparently not carrying, then she frowns. "Fine. I'll open things up with a real question. What ideals do you think are important enough to die for?" |
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[Mar. 13th, 2010|01:32 pm] |
Its been a long time since this Roy Mustang has entered the Nexus. In fact, he's rather surprised by it. He glances around, taking note of those around him. There's no way the military could have followed him here, but they could have found another way here. They've wanted access to the Nexus, still now that he's found it again, he can use it to his benefit. He heads into the center.
"How long can you fight before you forget how to do anything else?" Mustang asks, with all the weariness of one who is getting tired of conflict. "I'm also curious if there are ways to get information from one world while I'm here?" |
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[Jan. 9th, 2010|11:15 pm] |
Havoc can remember his first unintentional visit to the Nexus. It had been just after Katherine's rejection, which had been on the heels of Mustang steeling one of the ladies that he'd had his eye on and even asked out.
Since then his life has changed, trapped in the Nexus, meeting alts, suffering LOLs, finding his way home and saving his world only to end up back here, then his Mustang and Hawkeye finding their way here and bringing him home. He'd been a second lieutenant when he first came, now he was a major. Friends that were single were now happily married. Havoc had fallen in and out of love.
Now, years from that first entrance, Havoc strolls in, slumping down onto the couch. "So you ever think you're cursed when it comes to something?" Havoc asks, "Like relationships?"
Somethings never change. |
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