| 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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| 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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| Swords swords swords! |
[Aug. 13th, 2010|02:48 am] |
Well, they needed to know where they could find a Gourry a sword, right? So let's put that awful-looking sign to use. Lina steps up onto a chair to be seen and heard over the crowd and cups her hands around her mouth. "Attention everybody! I need to know where we can find a sword! Does anybody know of any legendary blades or mythological weapons or maybe just a good swordsmith?" |
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[Aug. 7th, 2010|09:12 pm] |
There's a young man standing in front of the sign, looking utterly baffled. He has a streak of dirt on one cheek, presumably from the large potted plant sitting on the ground in front of him.
"What..." Ken blinks up at the sign, at the people around him. When the hell did this get in their storeroom? Or maybe he should be wondering when the hell Youji managed to spike his water without him noticing, because obviously he was hallucinating. That was the only rational explanation for this shit. He glanced down at the plant, as if considering the hallucinogenic properties of the average household palm plant.
"Uh. So I have to ask a question?" Well fine then, he'd just ask the most pressing one that came to mind.
"Which way's Tokyo?" |
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[Aug. 6th, 2010|05:04 pm] |
There were many things that Gourry could say to the magical glowing sign. Where Lina was. Where he was. Why everyone was dressed so strangely, or what day it was, or what the hell was going on, seriously. Many things.
And yet, none of them came to mind. None of them even seemed relevant in the face of the burning question that he actually asked:
"So where's good to eat around here?" |
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| Favorite quote? |
[Jul. 2nd, 2010|11:01 pm] |
There is a Catholic priest in the Nexus. He stands about 5'10" with short cropped brown hair and brown eyes of a peculiarly honey-toned shade. He studied the sign for a long moment, then finally turns to the people around the sign. "What is your favorite quote?" he asks in a thick German accent. "Mine comes from the Bible, from Ruth. 'Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee: for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God.'"
((Yes, this is an Ed in disguise, no, your character doesn't get to recognize him. :P)) |
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[May. 9th, 2010|01:45 pm] |
One may notice an agitated young woman wandering in a circle near the sign, rambling to herself. She looks a mite odd, what with the contrast of silvery scale mail, shield, and short lance with her more modern clothing, rifle, and pistol, and the irritated mumbling doesn't exactly help the image. After a few minutes she finally the turns irately toward the crowd and throws her arms wide.
"So where the hell is the freaking instruction leaflet for this crap?!" |
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| Returning to the nexus |
[Mar. 21st, 2010|10:16 pm] |
Fujin wasn't really sure how long she'd been away from the Nexus. Time's a strange thing after all, especially when there are sorceresses involved. The place looked different then what she remembered. She looked around recognizing a few people and thought about going to say hello to them.
Then she remembered where she was. This was the Nexus, of course there would be someone she recognized, maybe even a few of the same someones. This place was like that after all. The real question was would there be anyone here who still remembered her? And how would they know it was the same her that had been there before if they followed the same line of thought she herself just had. Damn this place was screwy.
She walked over to the most familiar thing there, the great big sign directing people to ask a question. She rather liked the sign. It was very much like herself- direct and to the point. Of course last time she had been here she had managed to find some paper and a pen. She felt her pockets and sighed. No such luck.
How do you manage to ask a decent question when you can only get out, at most, a couple words at a time. Well, everything she knew was gone now. So she should probably start with finding some of the basics.
"FOOD. WHERE?" |
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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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[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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[Sep. 13th, 2007|09:28 pm] |
Craziest thing you've ever done in your life so far? |
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[Sep. 4th, 2007|09:21 pm] |
"I've been taking classes at the University and some of my classmates invited me over to watch 'football'?" Jean doesn't sound completely sure that this is the right name for the sport. The mun assures the other muns that it is correct. "Anyway, one of the quietest people in class spent the afternoon yelling and screaming at the at the TV, as if they could hear him! So, what is it about this sport that can get a guy to do this? Does it happen with other sports? Do other people do this or did I just find the crazy guy?" |
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[Jul. 27th, 2007|12:11 am] |
Jean comes into the Nexus, there's a bit of a sway to his wheelchair and he's wearing a bandanna.
"Where is the rum?"
((Jean has been LOLed to think he's Jack Sparrow)) |
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| Derek walks into the nexus... |
[Jul. 25th, 2007|07:09 pm] |
Hold on, wait. Is this really Derek? You know, the dude who hunts vampires?
Well, sort of. It's the younger one. Which would explain the longer hair and lack of a semi-permanent scowl.
He checks the place out.
"Not bad."
Smiles.
"Okay, so...1972 Barracuda, or a 1968 Mustang?" |
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| crankybum mcbadass: take two. |
[Jul. 17th, 2007|01:42 pm] |
Mack is back! And RHY--no. Anyway, he's back in the questions area of the nexus again. He's tidier this time, in jeans, tshirt and boots. The tshirt bulges in places from the dressing on his chest, and he rustled up a sidearm from somewhere, strapped to his thigh. He looks to be in a better mood this time, although that's comparative.
"Retirement. Not exactly what I'm dealing with, but the end result is the same. Where do you go from there? And, I guess, if anyone's got anything they need doing, wouldn't mind paying me a bit for, I might be interested." |
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