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Nov. 16th, 2009 @ 08:46 am
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The goblin king is back in the Nexus, this time brooding on a palanquin surrounded by the little horde of goblins that apparently carried it here. By his expression, he has been prodding at some irritating thought, as though it were a loose tooth, and it is this which eventually prompts him to voice a question: "what, my plebeian masses, is 'fair?' I hear it used so often and so carelessly, yet I wonder whether anyone grasps the idea itself." |
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Nov. 14th, 2009 @ 10:22 pm
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A tired Roll makes her way to the Sign area. "Well, I'd meant to do this earlier, but things have just been too busy to get everything organized. Better late than never."
"Next week we're hoping to have a Nexus Harvest Party here. There will be a lot of free, non-LOLed food... we need to get rid of an overabundance of vegetables. There will also be jams and jellies, corn-dogs, and other such things."
"What are your favorite harvest-time treats?"You are feeling:  tired |
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Nov. 14th, 2009 @ 01:37 pm
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As usual when he visits this place, Hank reclines in his favorite chair. He's pondering the nature of some of his relationships in the past few years. Hank asks, "Do you think it's possible for men to be struck by paternal instincts?" |
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Nov. 14th, 2009 @ 10:59 am
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Kara enters the nexus once again, still wearing the helmet that Ali had gotten for her. Her feet don't touch the ground. It appears that she's practicing hovering in different directions as she had mastered walking when she was quite young. She carries with her a rolled up piece of paper.
"Does anyone know how to make clothes?" She unrolls the paper and it has a drawing of a costume, complete with red boots.
"I found out information about my cousin and he dresses like this only more masculine. I thought if I had a suit like his, maybe the news would take notice and then he'd be looking for me as well as me looking for him."
She holds up her red, blue and yellow blankets. "I have the materials."
Then she asks a question for everyone else. "What's your favorite outfit?"
((Will be around on and off through the weekend)) |
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Nov. 13th, 2009 @ 10:22 pm
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After a brief absence from this area of the Nexus, a portal opens and a Jubilee enters. She is pushing a large box of canned goods. With a glance up to make sure she is not pushing the box over anybody (or any sentient thing), Jubilee pushes the box to a couch. She flips over a sign that reads, "The Great Nexus Food Drive: Need food? Take what you require. Have an abundance? Give what you can. No LOL'd items please".
Then she sits by her box, looking after it for a moment. Her question seems to be holiday oriented. "Every notice how you just get through celebrating one holiday, and then all the sudden the next seems to come flying at you. Man already I am seeing Christmas decorations and songs all around me, in my adopted dimension."
"For a general question, how do you make the most of a day, when something else seems to be pushed on you from all directions?"
(This part locked from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) ready2believeu) "As well, I have been plotting." She glances around, dropping her voice. "I mean what could I possible buy for a sweet, adorable, understanding boyfriend who is really science smart. Especially when I am not? Ideas people! I need ideas!" |
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Nov. 13th, 2009 @ 04:27 pm
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In a less busy part of the Nexus, Faye is practising her swordsfighting skills, even if they seem basic to the Nexus at large.
It would be better if she found an expert swordfighter, right? After several minutes, she has something to ask. "So... um... there wouldn't happen to be a swordfighting expert willing to take on an apprentice, is there? ...My girlfriend can only teach me so much, and her free time's limited..."You are feeling:  hopeful |
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Nov. 13th, 2009 @ 01:42 am
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Den looks a bit flustered as she settles into a Convenient Nexus Recliner.
"Okay. suppose you went to school, did a few dumb things, wound up not going back the next year, and spent the next few years trying to make up for the dumb things you did when you were in school. Now suppose you've gone through a program designed to help you make up for the dumb things, and you did well for awhile and graduated that program. Fast forward about ten months after you get done with the program, you're out of work due to economy crap, and you've decided enough is enough. You apply at a school. The same school, in fact, that you did the dumb stuff at. You know you'll do better and not make the same dumb choices you did the first time 'round, but other people aren't willing to give you the chance to prove that you've grown up. How do you break the news to them that you got accepted at the school?" |
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Music is playing, and a Ratchet who has indeed left his body on the sands of time is leaning his butt comfortably against the arm of a human-sized couch. There's a grin on his face and memory in his optics while the melody and words continue, but then he looks up as they end.
"Who's your anti-kryptonite?"You are feeling:  nostalgic |
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Nov. 12th, 2009 @ 05:42 am
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Maya, swaddled in a large pink bathrobe and red plaid pajamas (and yes, she's aware she doesn't quite match) with her ever-present Pepsi in hand, is laying across a Nexus couch and trying very hard not to fall asleep. "Four more hours," she's muttering to herself. "Four more, then go get stabbed in the arm, come back and get some sleep. C'mon, Maya, you can do this."
Then she looks up.
"...Oh. Heh." Attempting to look more awake, she pulls herself up into a sitting position and drinks deeply from the soda can. "Okay, two questions for you people today. One: what're some things to do to keep yourself awake when you have to stay up, especially when you've already been up roughly eighteen hours and are just about ready to crash out? Oog." Clearly she's unhappy with the situation.
But it's soon gone to a somewhat-manic grin, and she laughingly asks the Nexus, "And two: am I spoony?"
...Probably best not to ask about that one.You are feeling:  drained Melodious Accompaniment: See-Saw - Edge |
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Nov. 11th, 2009 @ 02:09 pm
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Kara Zor-El enters the Nexus looking tired. She no longer wore the white gown she had worn when meeting other people earlier. Now she wore a white blouse, a red skirt and knee socks that she had gotten from a new friend. She still carries the red, blue and yellow blankets that she brought with her to earth. She looked tired and decides to ask her first question.
"How would you go about finding a long lost Kryptonian relative in a world that is so large? I've only spent a day on earth and it seems so very big that I don't think I will ever find Kal-El... if he even survived his journey many years ago how would I recognize him? We've never even met." |
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Nov. 9th, 2009 @ 05:15 am
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In walks Randi once again, clad in the very same armor he bought from Tida the last time he was here, and not looking particularly happy. Recently, along with the girl Purim and the sprite Popoi, he has fought his way to Elinee's Castle to save Purim's fiancé, the soldier Dyluck, and get the once good witch Elinee to remove the seal blocking the way into the Earth Temple.
Of course, that didn't quite go to plan... Dyluck was teleported to the strange ruins south of Pandora, and Elinee's magic faded, leaving her unable to remove the seal. ...And now, something's wrong at the Water Temple on top of that.
All this leaves Randi to ask his question... "I just..." A sigh. "I really have to wonder, sometimes... what's going to go wrong now?"You are feeling: pessimistic |
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Nov. 7th, 2009 @ 02:42 pm
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"What is the most painful injury you've ever had?
"And how did you get it?" |
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Nov. 7th, 2009 @ 10:09 pm
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This Controller is lounging in an armchair and keeping a sharp eye on each and every passerby. If you consider that last time eviler!Telrim came to the Nexus she wound up being giftwrapped and posted back to her own ship, it's quite understandable. Nonetheless she's relaxed, sure that there won't be a repeat of that incident.
But she's not forgetting it in a hurry.
"Would you trust yourself?" she asks thoughtfully. It seems relevant.
Her eyes narrow for a moment, staring into space. "And how would you deal with someone who's being uncharacteristically whiny?"
((Having a little trouble with the internet, replies may be erratic but all tags will be gotten to!))
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Nov. 7th, 2009 @ 03:55 pm
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Hank has a question for you. He's faced a lot of resistance in his time as the Cyborg Superman, and his entire disposition has stemmed from the simple fact that (he believes) Superman wronged him so viciously. He's in his favorite chair, asking, "How long do you hold a grudge? Could you harbor ill feelings for someone forever, if they truly deserved it?" |
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Nov. 5th, 2009 @ 11:40 am
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Something like a man strides into the Nexus, amid a tumult of winds and the crack of thunder. The very air around him seems to scintillate, and his stern gaze is as much of a lash as the scepter he carries. He allows a moment for his presence to be felt before he speaks. His voice, like his face, is sharply cut from the stuff of dreams: "who has been placing doors where they have no right? Someone must answer for it." |
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Nov. 4th, 2009 @ 09:32 pm
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A blindfolded J is tossing coins into a cup on a table a little way from him. More accurately, he's attempting to toss coins into a cup blindfolded, but the growing pile of coins around the cup indicates he's not being very successful. But it's not like it can hurt, and there's got to be a trick to this thing. Practice makes perfect, right?
"Why..." Another metallic noise as another coin fell on the floor. "...don't you tell me three bad things about you? And... Now tell me three good things about you. Or try anyway."
He smirks and aims another coin. "Alternatively, what's something you've always wanted to tell someone? In general, or someone specific, doesn't matter. Look, I'm even all blindfolded for it."
A slight clink when the coin lands on the table and he frowns. "Wait, did that go in the cup?"
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Nov. 4th, 2009 @ 01:14 pm
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The area around the Sign is much the same as it always is, except for a single moment when the air seems to flicker and tremble and then it's not.
And then it is again.
But judging from the man on his knees before the Sign now, it seems the Nexus has felt the need to drag a new arrival into its midst.
( Large amounts of blood and a call for any Final Fantasy-type magic. Probably a bit disturbing, hence cut. )
((Despite any impressions I might have given, he's not beyond hope. It's all fixable. It'll just take some doing. But he'll be glad for any effort at all, really...
Mun might respond slowly, just so no one thinks they're being ignored.)) |
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Is there any way to track down a MySpace account with just a photo from it?You are feeling: melancholy Melodious Accompaniment: Constantine |
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Nov. 1st, 2009 @ 09:38 pm
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Today Sora is frantically attempting to brush what appears to be soot off a usually immaculate outfit.
"What is the strangest thing to happen to you outside the Nexus?" |
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Faye looks... rather content, and wearing her costume here hoping to show off and attract attention. ...It just so happens that she's dressed like a cat-girl maid of all things.
"Hey Nexus... is hedonism really all that wrong as... certain people keep saying? Life's too short (for us mere mortals, natch) to just... sit out of it."You are feeling:  a bit too perky |
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Nov. 1st, 2009 @ 05:41 am
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A face that hasn't turned up in the Nexus for a while is here again. Agrias strides in with her hand resting casually on her sword, a wee little dragon twined about her shoulders and chittering at her every so often, to which she'll give it a rub behind the eyeridges and smile as it coos in delight.
Her question just so happens to be about the little dragonlet, as well. "Might there be any sort of being here who knows aught about caring for a dragon whelp? This little one seems to have become...rather attached to me--" Quite literally, from the way it's settled comfortably about her. "And I've honestly no idea what to do with it."
The dragonlet, uninterested in questioning, yaaaaawns a tiny curl of smoke and politely demands more petting. |
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Aion wandering around listening in on questions, but not answering anything so far. With a thoughtful look he asks of no one in particular, "How do you give advice about risky endeavors to someone who is constitutionally incapable of taking risks?"
Yes Telrim, that's to your address.
"As a possible alternate question, what do you consider to be an unacceptable risk?"
((OOC: Topical yet utterly OOC link is: here))You are feeling: amused |
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Oct. 27th, 2009 @ 07:24 pm
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In one sense, Telrim doesn’t look much different than usual – her host is the same and she’s wearing a business suit as she sometimes turns up in. On the other hand, she doesn’t normally let herself look so… unhappy. Oh, she’s trying to keep a lid on it, but her expression is strained and there’s something about the way she’s pacing back and forth with her hands in her pockets that says Hello, I am conflicted today.
“What would you do,” she says slowly, “if you realised that something you’d been working for was wrong… that what was happening couldn’t be allowed to go on… but you didn’t want to betray the people around you either?”
Yes, of course it’s hypothetical, why do you even ask.You are feeling: guilty |
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Oct. 25th, 2009 @ 07:29 pm
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Faye is rather hard to miss tonight, especially since she's dressed like this. No, she hasn't taken up the mantle of Batgirl - It's her Halloween costume. Somewhat shyly, she makes herself known...
"So, um... how do I look? Now, who's dressing up on Halloween?" Yes, she's absolutely planning to get her girlfriend into a Robin costume.
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Suggestions for talking someone with no morals out of genocide?You are feeling: uncomfortable |
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Oct. 22nd, 2009 @ 08:10 pm
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Whatever passes for peace here in the Nexus is soon shattered by the sudden arrival of a running teenage boy - one with spiky hair, simple blue clothes with thin purple scarves as a head band and a belt. Said belt has a rusty sword attached to it, which by the looks of things was once a magnificent blade...
It soon becomes obvious to the confused teen that this... isn't exactly where he wants to be. "Now wait a minute...! Who moved Pandora?"You are feeling:  confused |
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Oct. 21st, 2009 @ 09:49 am
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Tida's in the Nexus again, her wings concealed this time and her ever-present sword not in her hand for a change. Instead, it hangs at her side in an ornate scabbard, almost forgotten as she stands behind a small table she's appropriated.
On this table are many, many things. Pieces of jewelry and protective charms set with glittering gems, bottles and packets holding what could probably be assumed to be potions, tinctures and treatments, carefully handwoven and sewn articles of clothing and painstakingly crafted armor laid neatly out for all to see - most of them will probably look strange to even the Nexusites, but some of them may seem familiar, imbued as they are with the warm, soft magic that Tida embodies. There are also price cards set out in front of the various items, and a Convenient Nexus Money Changer is at the side of the table for those who don't have Tida's particular currency.
"...Would anyone like to buy any of this? I took a few days to improve my trade skills, and - I've ended up with far too much, as you can see," she blushes. "It's all perfectly safe, I promise. I'd just like to get it off my hands."
((The items aren't LOLed, but they are magical. The clothes, armor, and jewelry (where applicable) will perfectly fit whoever buys them, and can change to fit whoever they're being given to if they're a gift. The potions are all of the healing and boosting sort - think your typical RPG potions and buffs. And no, the protective charms won't ward off LOLs. ;)
You can get a better look at the types of things Tida's offering at the Perfect World Database. It's just a guideline, though - she'll probably have literally anything that anyone could want. Feel free to ask if your pups need a specific something.)) |
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A very amused looking demon is carrying a brown paper sack that he sets down on the nearest convenient nexus coffee table. He sits down and empties the sack out on the table. Cookies, homemade caramel apples and other treats. "The treats aren't lol'ed, certain persons were struck by an urge to bake and cook."
"A question in line with the season; have you ever been haunted?"You are feeling: amused |
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Oct. 19th, 2009 @ 09:19 pm
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"Hmph, I must be getting soft," a certain vampire grumbles, stretching out and taking up space on a couch, non-LOL'd of course. Her Houndour has decided to settle on her stomach... Seems owner and pet have become quite close.
"Tell me, what use is immortality if you're alone?" Barghest pipes up with a indignant "Houndour!" in response to the question.
"Alright, make that almost alone."You are feeling:  meh |
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Oct. 19th, 2009 @ 12:39 am
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A slender white skinned girl with the apparent age of maybe sixteen is sitting on the shoulder of a pewter coloured Transformer who looks a lot like Orion Pax. The girl is scowling and biting her lip to keep from cursing, and the robot is holding something to his nose and looking sheepish and unhappy.
"Somebody tell me a good way ta convince kids not ta do what I do 'cause they ain't as sturdy?"You are feeling:  aggravated |
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Oct. 14th, 2009 @ 10:33 am
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"What are your preferred methods for dealing with threats? Elimination, containment, some other method?"
"What about probable threats? Do you observe and wait to see if they become definite, or deal with them preemptively." |
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Oct. 12th, 2009 @ 11:25 pm
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Sehkmet is in the Nexus again, and this time he's fully decked out in the full Armor of Venom. This includes all six of his swords strapped to his belt. People with the ability to sense magical and spiritual energy will most likely feel like they've reeled in a marlin with Sehkmet as he is right now.
"When are good times to show off in your opinion? When is it not?" |
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Here's Bumblebee, the happy little yellow guy who turns into a Bug. Only this Bumblebee, despite his cheerful grin and the way he's swinging his legs as he sits up on that big table, isn't really here. He died several hundred years ago in his reality, and is just dropping in on a short break from work. Being only a memory himself, his question probably isn't too surprising.
"What's your favorite memory?"You are feeling: happy |
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Oct. 12th, 2009 @ 03:56 am
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The sickly, wheelchair-bound Rufus is near the Sign, looking utterly betrayed and broken - though it may be kind of hard to tell exactly what that expression is when his eyes are so blank as to be alarming, his hands trembling slightly in his lap and his shoulders slouched just noticeably. He's got something in his grasp, as well, but without getting close and pointedly looking, it'd be impossible to tell what it is.
"What...do you do..." he starts, goes into a raspy coughing fit, and seems perfectly unconcerned when he has to wipe blood from the corner of his mouth as a result. "When you've failed at everything...but the person who pulls the strings of your life...forces you to live on only to see you crumble from the misery?"
He tries to smile bitterly, but only ends up coughing again, doubled over as much as he can possibly be while seated by the time the paroxysms cease. |
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Oct. 9th, 2009 @ 09:04 pm
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When Asagi is bolting through the Nexus at high speed, cackling madly and clutching a very shiny, very weighty and very dangerous-looking handgun, it's probably wise for people to run.
And that's what he's doing right now. Therefore, those who are easily unnerved may now flee in terror.
He skids to a halt near the Sign, panting heavily, grinning and looking like he's never had more fun in his life. "So. Y'get told - dared - t'borrow--" (read: steal) "--y'r boss's favorite weapon, an' against all the odds, y'actually manage to pull it off."
He darts an almost-nervous glance about and tries not to giggle in glee. "Where's the best place 'round here t'hide? An' make it fast, he's prob'ly after me even as we speak." |
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Oct. 9th, 2009 @ 10:20 pm
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There is a puff or red and purple smoke in the Nexus, with the sounds of someone coughing from behind. Seconds later, when the smoke clears, there stands April, however she definitely looks older than she is supposed to be. (As normally, April is a five-year old girl and now appears to be 18).
She seems a little disoriented at first. "Did it work?"
Then realizing that she is the next, her next question is much more suited to the question area in which she stands. "What would you consider to be your greatest achievement? Was it by accident or purpose?" |
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Oct. 8th, 2009 @ 12:34 am
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Here, have an annoyed hobbit. It may have something to do with the dress she's wearing.
"What have you let family do to you lately?"
Galadere's face becomes softer as she looks up at the space whales that seem to enjoy passing through.
"I'm trying to find something to help restore the Shire to the glory it had in the Third Age, but any plants that aren't weeds just seem not to take much anyplace. Green Dragon and Old Bag End seem to be the only places that take green things. My brother says we need to find someway to make the soil rich again." She sighs softly. "I've tried using fertilizers from Bree, but none seem to work. Anyone know any place to get some good elf soil, or some such like that?"You are feeling: aggravated |
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Oct. 5th, 2009 @ 05:37 pm
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Ethan is bored. He needs a serious break from all the extra work around the firehouse. He'd been working on new equipment for days now. He enters the Nexus with Tobin at his heels and makes himself comfortable on a couch as his puppy goes off to sniff and explore.
"Hmmm, a question. Haven't been here in awhile. What would be a fun one?" He thinks for a bit.
"You're a fictional character, an animal or an inanimate object for a day. Which one of each do you pick and why?" |
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"A friend of mine did far too well with her garden plans this year, and there's an overabundance of vegetables. I'm not going to go into details, but lets just say that the onions alone outnumber by the thousands the number of people around to eat them."
"I've been helping out, and, thankfully, I'm not alone in that. But I'm actually running out of recipes for preserves. Does anyone have some suggestions? Or does anyone want any vegetables?"You are feeling: tired |
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"Ooo..."
Hello Sages this is Captain John Hart!
He hasn't been to this part of the Nexus before and he is intrigued.
"So! Tell me, what passes for entertainment where you're from?" He takes a seat on a convienent couch. "Karaoke and hard drinking is the 51st century's favourite passtime."You are feeling: curious |
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Oct. 4th, 2009 @ 12:15 am
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Oct. 3rd, 2009 @ 09:35 pm
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A portal opens and Sky stumbles through, falling flat on his face. He looks tired, a little worse for wear. Slowly he picks himself up and brushes mud off of his clothes.
"Well holy sh..." He looks around. "Didn't think I'd ever find my way back to this place after my PINpoint got destroyed in captivity. Anyone still around here that I know?"
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"Where do you come from? You can be as vague or specific as you like.
"Are you human? Alien? Fey?"
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Oct. 2nd, 2009 @ 01:49 am
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There appears to be a Seeker in the Nexus today... A blue-colored one at that. Thundercracker sighs a bit, tapping idly on a datapad with a stylus he borrowed from someone back home no doubt. After a few moments, he looks up, expression serious.
"Does anyone know where I could find a mech named Dreadnought? Or maybe someone who could give him a message for me? It's about someone who once counted him as a friend..." |
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Sep. 30th, 2009 @ 04:20 pm
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A dalmatian puppy runs into the Nexus through a portal. He's wearing a black collar with a dangling "no ghost" dogtag. The collar has a few blinking lights on it as well. He sits down like a good boy and looks about the area.
"Hello." comes a voice, his mouth not moving.
"I'm Tobin. My daddy comes here sometimes to ask questions and hang out and he even met his girlfriend here. I wanted to see what it was like. I want to ask a question I heard him talking about. Daddy thinks it would be great if I could be a puppy forever. Is there a way to do that?"
He thinks for a second and decides to ask another question. "What are you ascared of?"
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Sep. 29th, 2009 @ 09:08 pm
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Telrim’s in working clothes today, worn and dust-smeared to match their owner. The Controller has a dog-eared notepad and pen in hand, and she stares at them distractedly before she gives up and looks at the Nexus. “Your approach to small side problems: don’t sweat the small stuff, or nip them in the bud?”
She idly flips over to a new page. “Suppose the world as you know it was going to end tomorrow, and you, personally, couldn’t stop it. What part of it would you try to-" she pauses to pick the word, "save, above all else?”You are feeling: worried |
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Sep. 28th, 2009 @ 06:41 pm
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Ratchet's been here for a little while, just sitting with his chin on his fist and glowering moodily into space. But he's finally put words onto what's bugging him.
"What do you do after you wind up bound to something you had no business getting close to in the first place?"You are feeling: blah |
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Hi all,
My mother has just passed away and therefore future membership approvals are going to be delayed over the next few weeks because I'm going to be incredibly busy as a result of her passing. If you have an RP account in the membership approval queue, it might be a while before I get to it.
Sorry for any inconvenience, but it's unavoidable.
Thanks for (hopefully) understanding.
(On a side note, if you have an RP account with absolutely no entries, no character information, and no mun information, approval for that account may take more time because I have to figure out whether or not you're a Russian bot or some other type of malicious scammer.)
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