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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. 6th, 2007|05:19 am] |
There's a woman in the nexus -- this is nothing new or unusual, especially not this woman, who has been to the nexus many times in the last few years of her life. A different part of it, admittedly...it counts, okay, so shut up.
For those of you who do or should recognise her, the only real visible change is the thin tanline where her wedding ring used to be. Given it's a part of the nexus she's never been to, she's not really expecting anyone to know enough about her to notice. She's probably right about the majority.
Anyway, let's skip the exposition. Donna's lighting a cigarette (as she so often is), and she shakes the match out, brushing her hair out of her eyes and examining her surroundings. "So. Nexus. Make me feel better about myself. What's the biggest mistake you didn't learn from the first time?" |
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