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Jul. 13th, 2009 @ 01:26 pm
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"Does anyone here have any connection with, or knowledge of, the mob?
"Has crime had a major impact on your life?" |
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Jul. 12th, 2009 @ 06:21 pm
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The human-sized Transformer who's strayed into the Nexus today has visited a scant handful of times before. She stares at the ground, orange visor dimmed, shoulders hunched below the rust-coloured mass of the turret on her back, deep in uneasy thought. After a minute or so, she realises she's procrastinating and gives an irritable beep at herself. She still checks that none of her own crew are around before she asks. A Minicon learns some caution. Even if they're Ironhide.
"Suppose there's... someone you care about. A good friend, even if you haven't known them long. What would count as betraying them?"
Another scan of the area. "And how do you ask someone for information after you've, uh, condemned them in public? And you meant it."You are feeling:  guilty |
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Perceptor appears in the Nexus with the swish and slight flash of a PINpoint, and then immediately looks down at the two tiny beings in his arms, who are responding to the teleport with a flurry of excited cheeping and limb flailing.
The ten foot tall red mech chuckles softly and offers the two infant Meredronians fingers to grasp. "Well, here we are, Shiloh and Priyasha. There is the sign that I mentioned, and as you can see the sky gives no sign of any celestial bodies, which suggests that the Nexus has no planetary basis. My heavens, are you hungry again already, Priyasha?"
The wide-eyed silvery baby looks up from testing his finger for flavor, her tiny wings flaring with interest as she peeps and bobbles her head. Beside her, the much smaller penny-coloured Shiloh seems to be talking earnestly to his tail, which he's holding in one hand as he gazes around with an interest much larger than he is.
Perceptor smiles at the churr from his adopted daughter and gives his finger a very gentle twitch, which makes her wriggle with excitement.
Then he looks up. "Denizens of the Nexus, I have come here today to expose my wards to as many other friendly individuals as is possible before their next nap. Would anyone care to come and speak to them?"You are feeling:  curious |
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Jul. 12th, 2009 @ 09:08 am
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Faye's back in the Nexus, this time hogging one of the various terminal placed handily around. Apparently, she's looking up infomation on the game "The World."
"Huh. Why do role-playing games seem so... involved?
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"What's the worst you've ever had a plan backfire?"You are feeling:  distressed |
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Bumblebee to one side of him and Jazz to the other. That massive head turns slowly as he takes in the insanity that is the Nexus.
"Yeah... so this's it, Bossmech," says Jazz quietly, his manner awkward and a little guilty. "The motherlode of data."
"If someone actually answers," says Bumblebee, her soft voice and attitude speaking of sadness. "They don't sometimes, or the people that do are only trying to be funny."
"I see." Optimus looks down at his friends with concern, but then glances at the sign and addresses the Nexus.
"Will anyone here tell me about the Fallen? Or... offer suggestions for a good source of high quality electronics and metals?"
He pauses to watch Jazz and Bumblebee walk away toward the errands they had to run, and then looks up again and adds very quietly, "Or a way to handle waking up and finding that your... intended is now... married... to your best friend?"You are feeling: confused |
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Jul. 9th, 2009 @ 03:16 pm
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Today Jubilee sits on one of the Nexus chairs, with a cup of tea on her hands and a reflective look on her face.
"I have come to figure, that in a person's life there will always be people will eventually take a different path, and you do not get to see them much anymore. Or at all. Especially considering the changing effects of the Nexus on other dimension, considered to your own."
"In your own life, who have you met that isn't around anymore, and that you miss seeing the most?"
"And if that is a little too... depressing to think about. Who would you love to meet in the Nexus?" |
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River's sitting on the back of a couch with a frown on her face as she absently pulls on Dog's ear. After awhile the reason for the frown comes out in a question.
"Is it cowardly ta walk away when someone starts abusing you?"You are feeling:  cynical |
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Jul. 8th, 2009 @ 03:51 pm
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Harvey isn't hiding his bad side today. He needs to show it, so that people will understand his question.
"For those who come from magic or high-tech worlds--is there any way to create a prosthetic for things like eyes and faces? Something you can put on and take off?
"And for the rest of us--what's the worst scar you have?" |
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Jul. 8th, 2009 @ 07:42 pm
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Haseo is in your Nexus, curiousfacing your locals.
"Your thoughts on kicking things to activate, open, or otherwise utilize them?" |
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A Swindle appears in the Nexus. He looks around for a few minutes, a wary look on his face. "Sooo," Swindle says finally, leaning on the Sign, a bit of his normal smirk playing on his faceplate, "I'm searching for some information on...certain metal alloys." He's not going to say what kind, or what for, at this point. |
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Jul. 8th, 2009 @ 08:17 pm
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They don't really crack jokes at homicide scenes, do they? I'm going to have to investigate this. |
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Jul. 8th, 2009 @ 08:35 am
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"Are you a planner, a schemer? Or do you just go with the flow?
"I tend to go with the flow, myself. Plans can go wrong, you know--and anyway, I'm something of an anarchist."
Understatement of the century there, Joker. |
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Jul. 7th, 2009 @ 07:22 pm
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Maya walks into the Nexus and looks terribly depressed, seating herself near the Sign.
"I don't have a question today, but I do have something important to tell the muns. Some of you already know this, but I mun Lien Eternelir (also known as ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) someday_divine). Despite not having access to the game from which she comes for months now, I've tried my best to continue playing her, but it's going to have to come to an end now.
I have to quit the game completely.
With no way to know how her story is going to continue, or how it's going to end, I've got to stop playing her. I've already run out of ways to bullshit long enough to keep her story going. I don't want to do this, I loved playing her and she was involved in so many things here, but it's impossible to continue onward now. I'm sorry, and I hope you understand."
She's crying by the end, and dabs at her eyes with a somewhat-fuzzy purple handkerchief before moving to trudge back out of the Nexus.You are feeling: crappy Melodious Accompaniment: Icon feat. PECO - Prototype |
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Jul. 6th, 2009 @ 10:46 am
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Harvey is once again sitting in a corner. And once again, he doesn't turn his head when he speaks.
"It seems like I'm going to be living here, and I'll need a job.
"So, does the Nexus need lawyers? I was a prosecuter, but I'm flexible about that. And I'm open-minded--even the weirdest crimes and clients don't bother me." |
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There's a Quick in the Nexus, for those who might actually recognize him out of armor. For everyone else, there's a very hyperactive and fidgety blond fellow - who has a teeny, newly hatched bronze fire lizard using his fingers for a jungle gym as he feeds it bits of raw fish.
"Suggestions for The Best Mini-Dragon Name Ever?" Hey, more options are always good.
"And how do squishies ever stand being hungry, even for a little bit, if that's what it feels like?"You are feeling:  bouncy |
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Jul. 5th, 2009 @ 07:57 pm
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Swindle is in the Nexus, a bit in thought. He watches the people for a few minutes before asking his question, "What would you sacrifice to pursue your dreams?" |
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Of all the Die Hard movies which was your favorite and why?
To put it another way, in case this ain't exactly your series, which one did you hate the least?You are feeling:  blank Melodious Accompaniment: a chef arguing with his friend |
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Jul. 5th, 2009 @ 02:33 pm
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Keyaki's curled up in the corner of a couch, looking absolutely miserable and rubbing his eyes halfheartedly every so often. He's obviously been crying, which is alarming - anything that could have shaken him up that bad has to be something pretty big.
"...What are you supposed to do when everything goes wrong and no one will let you take the blame, even though you know you could have stopped it if you'd just done something sooner?" he asks tremulously after a while, before breaking down into tears again.
Alternatively, does anyone want to give him a hug and let him cry a bit? |
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Jul. 5th, 2009 @ 06:25 am
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"So, Nexus..." Faye sprawls on the nearest empty couch, looking tired, but happy. "Did you use the fourth as an excuse to get wasted?"
...As if she ever needs an excuse.You are feeling:  chipper |
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I have a shy, reserved friend I like to razz whose birthday is July 4. But he's not American. Anyway, what should I get him or do for or with him for his birthday? He's not easy to shop for because he's not into material stuff much, which can be damned annoying on gift-giving holidays.
To give you an idea of some of his past birthday presents, one year I stuck a tiara on his head, handcuffed him to me, and dragged him through a few strip clubs. He bitched and turned red but didn't kill me, so I guess he didn't think it was totally awful.You are feeling: cheerful |
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Jul. 3rd, 2009 @ 11:01 am
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((Why does Livejournal hate me? I posted an entire post and it disappeared. This happened to me on another comm with - I believe, but it was a while ago - another character, too...))
A large white mecha flies suddenly into the Nexus, followed by an energy beam, which fizzles out at the aperture from whence the mecha came. If you look through the opening - quickly now, it's closing before your eyes - you might see the source of the beam, a large red mecha of similar yet different design.
From the cockpit of the white mecha, steps Suzaku Kururugi, looking noticeably tired, and somewhat... shall we say not happy.
"Have you ever felt like the world was eager to see you dead? The world itself, I mean." He dodges several flying knives - Murphy's Law plus the natural Nexus weirdness can be a DEADLY COMBINATION, to quote a certain Fire Marshall - with the edges of his irises glowing red. "And have you ever wanted to let it, but been... unable, for whatever reason?" |
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Zero and Iris are out by the sign today. Iris has a teeny little yellow kitten with her. And Zero has a question.
"Is there any way to tell of someone's LOLed into being a certain species, or if that's their natural form? Other than waiting for the LOL to wear off?" |
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Jul. 2nd, 2009 @ 09:35 am
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A newcomer is sitting in a corner, not too far from the Sign. When he speaks, he markedly doesn't turn his head to look at anyone.
"Why is life so damned unfair?" You are feeling: crushed |
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It's a Minicon. Sitting there on the floor by the sign and beeping away merrily to herself about everything and nothing as she tinkers with its innards. Every once in awhile she hiccups and her black visor flickers.
"Um..." she says after awhile, her visor still focused on what she's doing. "Have you ever stopped and wondered if you were actually doing anything?" *hic!*You are feeling:  crazy |
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Jul. 1st, 2009 @ 10:25 am
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Mordred is sitting on a random couch, looking bored.
"Are there many demons here? How about demon slayers?"
Who knows? With luck a fight will break out, or something equally interesting. |
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Jun. 30th, 2009 @ 08:53 pm
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So, tell me again what the benefits are to letting the little guy win once in a while? |
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A door somewhere opens with a bang, and a truly disturbed-looking fellow wanders in.
"Oh boy, is that an eyesore!" he says, pointing to the Sign. "But hey, someone here must like it. Right? Otherwise it, uh, it wouldn't be here. Right."
He looks around. "So, I'm here to, ah, ask a question, am I? So . . . okay, I got one.
"Why so serious?" |
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What's the first thing you'd fix?
Don't be shy. |
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"Faced with a situation that appears to have a particular and unpleasant inevitable outcome, would you try to postpone it as long as possible, search for other solutions, or try to manipulate events so that when the inevitable occurs the aftermath would be in your favor?" |
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Jun. 28th, 2009 @ 09:09 pm
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Reki is plopped in an armchair not far from the Sign, an adorable heap of pink fur curled up on his lap and purring loudly as he scritches it behind the ears, looking overwhelmed by cute.
Those who are familiar with Pokemon will probably recognize the little critter as a Skitty. It's those people he's aiming his question at.
"...Er...what is this thing, exactly?" |
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There's the sound of a PINPoint, and Blitzwing Prime appears...much, much smaller than he usually is. Small as a human toddler, with a golden cat danging from his arm. Said cat fusses and hisses, then sees where they are. "...we're back in the Nexus. Oh, slag, your PINPoint still works!" he says.
"That bad?" Chibi Blitzwing asks.
"Ah. Might be.." the golden cat says, "I doubt they know where we are. You know how to get back?"
"...no. Just pushed button."
"Great....oh, might as well do some investigating!" the golden cat says, as he starts to sniff around.
Blitzwing, on the other hand, looks around. "I'm bored. Who wants to play?" |
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There's a vending machine not far from the Sign. It looks completely harmless.
It has a display on the front, and nine buttons for selection. The display's a bit vague, though, as to just what the machine dispenses. A LED display is patiently scrolling the current amount requested for an item.
Is anyone curious? Have some loose change? Care to try your luck?
((After each individual pup picks an item from the machine, it will display as empty to that pup until a new 'victim' comes along (or until it's next appearance.) In other words one item per pup per vending machine appearance, no being greedy. ;)
As it says somewhere in the journal and in previous posts, the exact results are decided with DND dice but you can pick things on a button not to get or narrow down the pokemon by type or some other detail (examples: "ice type", "a cute one", "fire type but NOT a Slugma", "a cat-like one"). Have fun! If you have a specific thing you'd really like more than the others, I'll give it three tries with the dice, but in the end it's up to fate. That's part of the fun.
Exception to the diceroll are the LOL antidote or permanency stuff under button 6, as explained on the journal.)) |
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Jun. 26th, 2009 @ 07:15 pm
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Lien's on a couch with the twins, one snuggled up to each side, the both of them busily playing with some sort of portable electronic device in her lap that's showing some sort of slideshow making interesting sounds at them. They're utterly enthralled, leaving her free to ask her question.
"How long should one typically wait between periods of enemy activity before getting paranoid? I swear, before I had the twins I'd have been luxuriating in this weird peacetime, now it's just worrying me..."
It's hard for her to look worried when the device on her lap just emitted what sounds like a very porcine squeal, however, and both twins gleefully point and yell in their babyish voices, "Koltova!"
She chuckles and ruffles their hair. "Yes, that's a koltova. Very good." |
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Mordred is lying in a hammock that wasn't in the Nexus ten minutes ago.
What? He likes hammocks!
"Are you afraid of spiders? How about insects? Scorpions? Centipedes?" He grins. "Why or why not?" |
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Jun. 25th, 2009 @ 01:07 pm
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Here's something new. She thinks, anyway. She's going to be short-and-sweet today, really, because she only has one thing on her mind: "How do you become a hero?" |
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Jun. 25th, 2009 @ 02:33 am
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"This way...I think there's a clearing up ahead..." The young-looking man states as he helps another young man, this one battered and bleeding, as well as an equally battered-looking young woman. The trio makes their way to a couch, and after a bit of convincing, the battered ones sit down and lay back, watching the Nexus-goers with unreadable expressions. The first young man looks around, before wincing as he spots the Sign...and then he's nodding.
"Is there a medic around who can help us? My brother's hurt, and so is she..." he nods to the young woman, who is being very quiet.You are feeling: worried |
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Blech!
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Jun. 24th, 2009 @ 03:05 pm
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What is the most disgusting thing you've ever put in your mouth?You are feeling:  nauseated |
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Jun. 22nd, 2009 @ 05:59 pm
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Kage doesn't look happy today. He's sulking on his favorite couch, with a bottle of oddly-colored greenish-lavender liquid he is taking occasional sips from. He's also dressed in plain linen drawstring pants and a soft grey t-shirt, as opposed to his normal leather-and-dress-shirt combo.
"Has anyone seen Arthur or Merlin lately? Did the door to their world close up?"
"If you don't know the young men in question, how about an idea what to do if your friends and family get too busy to hang out with you, and you miss them?"
((x-posted))You are feeling: depressed |
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Pie!
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Jun. 22nd, 2009 @ 05:20 am
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Quick and Crash are in the main part of the Nexus today, accompanied by a little orange Twi'lek toddler. They're setting up a small catapult behind a 'fort' of carefully arranged couches, and have a few stacks of various creme pies for ammunition. This activity might well severely decrease their odds of getting any answers to any questions, as most people would be able to put together what's going on and stay out of range. But they're not quite done setting up yet.
Quick peeks over one of the couches anyway to ask, "So, how do you go about proving to your family that sticking you with any kind of responsibility was a Bad Idea.
Crash looks up from checking the catapult to see Tangee - the Twi'lek - has scooped handfuls out of the 'ammo' and is eating it. Messily. "Hey, leave some to put on the launcher, ok?" He'll get a banana creme pie away from her and try to show her how to load the catapult. The pie will lose another toddler-sized handful of banana creme in the process.
Well, at least now it's clear the pies aren't LOLed.You are feeling: energetic |
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Jun. 22nd, 2009 @ 01:43 am
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Haseo is sprawled over a Nexus couch, looking annoyed.
"How the hell do you get people to stop wanting your ass? Or the rest of you?"
"Also - Hunky-O? Seriously? What the fuck was up with that?" That one's more directed at someone who knows who they are. >:| |
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You are feeling: weird Melodious Accompaniment: The Dark Knight |
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Emily's back, and back to normal, though thinner than she's appeared before. She's once more wearing a layer of construction dust, and frowning thoughtfully into a plastic shopping bag.
"Anybody want to trade a baloney sandwich for an orange or something like that?"You are feeling: indifferent |
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Jun. 20th, 2009 @ 11:24 pm
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What do you want?You are feeling: enthralled Melodious Accompaniment: glued to the tube |
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Jun. 20th, 2009 @ 12:36 pm
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Here's a Gate, by the Sign, and in armor just in case the lack of it had contributed to certain events leading up to his questions. While he does hope the little droid hasn't been LOLed or damaged since it ran - or rolled - off, he can't help finding it all just a bit amusing.
"For anyone who has ever done repairs or any sort of medical assistance, have you ever literally lost a patient? Did you find them again?"
"And has anyone seen a small, oddly designed robot about the size of an endtable. It looks like this." Gate will hold up his datapad to show an image of a T3 Utility Droid.You are feeling: amused |
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Jun. 19th, 2009 @ 04:02 am
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"Ever went away for a long time...and when you came back, you couldn't seem to find those that were once in your life?" |
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A stick-thin boy stumbles through a cobwebbed doorway not too far from the Sign. Mayhaps the door was always there, mayhaps not. But I wouldn't bet a nickel either way, do ya kennit?
He looks around for a moment, then stares at the Sign.
"Well, then," he says wryly. "I think my first question is 'where's the food?' For I be a-hungry, Mordred bes a-hungry, Mordred bes a hungry big-big!" You are feeling: hungry |
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Jun. 18th, 2009 @ 02:54 am
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There's a kid sitting on one of the Nexus Couches. More kids aren't far away, playing. They've got a soccer ball over there, but most seem a bit too little to learn to do anything other than kick it. Or drool on it, in case of the smallest ones.
This blond boy is one of the older ones, looking about seven. And he's the one that has a question, though he's also still keeping a close watch on some of the playing kids.
"How do you know when to trust someone?" |
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Jun. 17th, 2009 @ 05:56 pm
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[A strange white creature--Finitevus--sits comfortably in a Nexus chair, looking quite content as he twirls a peculiar golden ring on his finger.]
Have you ever considered giving yourself a theme song? A leitmotiv, if you will.
Barring that, of course, have you ever read a literary work not written by a member of your species? What impression did you receive? |
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And she's laughing her little skidplate off, her arms wrapped around her sides as she doubles over and whoops with total amusement. Pounding on her knee follows, and then some choked cackling as she shakes something loose in her vocalizer. A wheeze and a few whaps to her neck and she's once more bellowing with mirth.
Finally, though, she asks a question.
"How many bombs does it take to blow up one Minicon?"
The query seems to hit her in the funny bone again, and she once more fills the sign area with laughter.You are feeling: amused |
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