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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. 14th, 2007|01:54 pm] |
Adam, unlike so many veterans of the tiny, dead town in Wisconsin, has never visited the Nexus in his dreams. This is the first time he's seen it, once he picks himself up off the floor from where he's been unceremoniously flung out of thin air and looks warily around.
He doesn't see who he's looking for, and that makes him panic slightly, but he does see the sign, and what with the way his dreams back in Hell usually did work--maybe there's a catch, maybe this place won't reunite him with Wanda and the others until he follows the rules and asks a question.
He ought to be practical about it. Adam is rarely anything but practical.
"Is there, uh, anyone here who needs someone to work with computers? I can do repair work, data analysis...anything." |
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[Sep. 13th, 2007|10:58 pm] |
Watch this space.
Are you watching it? Good. Because now it has something in. A someone, to be specific, a small and rather surprised looking someone who appears out of nowhere...three feet from the floor. Unfortunately, she doesn't seem to be able to fly, and hits the ground palms first with a sharp cry.
She collects herself and gets to her feet in a hurry, glancing wildly around the nexus with a look of near-panic. Her eyes settle on the sign, and Madeline blurts out the first thing she can think of:
"What's-" She glances behind her. "-what's your favorite color?" |
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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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