tag:dreamwidth.org,2015-05-22:2409950The Nexus Sages: Multiversal Answers to Multiversal QuestionsAdvice, Adventure, and Amazingly Amusing AnticsThe Best (& Worst) Advice You Could Ask For.2017-07-18T07:50:08Ztag:dreamwidth.org,2015-05-22:2409950:68795James Bondnexus_sages @ 2017-07-18T02:39:002017-07-18T07:50:08Z2017-07-18T07:50:08Zpublic5Posted by: <span lj:user='resurrec7ion' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://resurrec7ion.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://resurrec7ion.dreamwidth.org/'><b>resurrec7ion</b></a></span><br /><br />Bond never seems out of place anywhere he goes, no matter how much he doesn't match a usual crowd. Here's no different. He's also not usually one to talk to strangers - well, not about his actual life. He's recalcitrant to a fault when it comes to his personal business, what little of it he's ever had.<br /><br />Waking up this morning had unsettled him, though. The weather was lovely. Madeline was already up. He had smelled tea and heard her moving around their flat. They hadn't spoken in a day and a half, though he couldn't actually remember why she was angry with him this time. It was probably something entirely justified. He'd still needed out of the house. It wasn't <i>right</i>.<br /><br />So, he'd come here. He stood with his hands in his pockets, ostensibly looking relaxed. His eyes darted around, though, cataloging every person or - thing. He always forgot the strangeness of this, even though he'd seen many a strange thing in his lifetime. It's been a long time since he's come. His life has been full of strange things recently, or at least strange to him. He hasn't indulged many of his habits.<br /><br />"What do you do when you're bored?" He drawls. That's not the best way to put how he feels, but - well. That's what you're getting.<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=nexus_sages&ditemid=68795" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2015-05-22:2409950:65543Verity WillisUnmasked2016-10-24T02:19:29Z2016-10-24T02:22:19ZMazzy Star "Fade Into You"curiouspublic80Posted by: <span lj:user='brave_heart_verity' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://brave-heart-verity.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://brave-heart-verity.dreamwidth.org/'><b>brave_heart_verity</b></a></span><br /><br /><center><img src="https://c6.staticflickr.com/5/4084/4984747565_672fa55fe6_b.jpg" width="300"></center><br /><br />Verity's sitting on one of the benches around the Forum, all pink braids and French stripes and soft jeans, idly fingering a new ring and studying a brochure someone handed her. Not <i>the</i> Brochure, just a flier for a temporary costume shop. (Both the shop and the costumes being temporary, one of those things is very important when the other disappears.) The pictures are bright and cheerful, almost inappropriately so. This is a highly sanitized, 'safe' for 'children' sort of Halloween being peddled. Meanwhile, Bobbi sniffs around to check for changes to the area and signs of adventure. She's a pupper of valor and courage, ready to take on any strange sniffs and mysterious smells.<br /><br />"Is your Halloween tradition to put a mask on, or take one off?" The question begins when she lifts her attention to the wider worlds and does the now-habitual mental and visual sweep of her surroundings. As casually as it's asked, she knows this is a deeply probing question, so she'll give anyone wary of answering an easy out. "You coming to <a href="http://nexus-sages-ooc.dreamwidth.org/22176.html">the Ball</a>?"<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=nexus_sages&ditemid=65543" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2015-05-22:2409950:64351LOKI | the red queen's warin which loki is bored and decides to give out magical rorschach tests2016-08-01T00:33:06Z2016-08-01T00:33:06Zpublic28Posted by: <span lj:user='newtruths' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://newtruths.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://newtruths.dreamwidth.org/'><b>newtruths</b></a></span><br /><br />"Gah!"<br /><br />Loki sat up just in time for a small black key to bounce of his head and fall in his lap. He looked at it in bewilderment for a moment before it turned into a ring that coiled like a snake around his finger. When he stood he was rather on the short side, and thin as a rail. Really aside from overly large eyes he was rather unassuming. If you ignored the fact that he looked as if he'd walked off the set of The Lord of the Rings. And the fact that his garb seemed to constantly shift in cut and color.<br /><br />Though as he took a little bit of a walk around and read a brochure someone handed my he slowly took on a more modern look that ended with a pair of ripped up and battered skinny jeans, the holes and tears in which seemed to be slowly wandering and meandering around his legs, and a faded old graphic t-shirt, the print of which apparently shifted every time one stopped paying attention to it. And no shoes! Because sometimes you just really don't feel like wearing them.<br /><br />"I guess I didn't fall apart quite as badly as I thought I would," he laughed as he pocketed the brochure and fiddled with the ring that was a key minutes before. It shifted again as he walked. Now it was a small rubix cube, black on all side that he twisted and turned without really looking at it. And then it was a key again, which he flipped into the air and caught.<br /><br />An idle Loki with nothing to do, no plots winding down, and no one to pester was never a particularly good thing.<br /><br />He turned on his heel just in time to stop someone passing by. He holds the key out already turning into a puddle of liquid onyx in his hand and forming into something new. Something unknown.<br /><br />"Tell me stranger, what do you see here?"<br /><br />A simple enough magic was working here. A magical Rorschach test you could call it. Whatever the new target of his boredom thought they saw in the amorphous twisting liquid key would be plucked from their imagination and made solid. Sometimes they saw something they desired, money, their lost love. Sometimes they saw fears. Sometimes it was something from their past. Other times it was completely random; a bird, a shoe, a rock. Yes one highly uncreative individual once imagined a rock in the depths of a reality altering wrong magic spell. Whatever they thought they saw in this three dimensional Rorschach, would be plucked from their imagination and made solid in the palm of his hand.<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=nexus_sages&ditemid=64351" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2015-05-22:2409950:64057Totally Officer Steve Austin. Definitely. Yep."Will you walk into my parlor?"2016-07-24T20:13:32Z2016-07-24T20:29:42Zpublic55Posted by: <span lj:user='prototype_infiltraitor' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://prototype-infiltraitor.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://prototype-infiltraitor.dreamwidth.org/'><b>prototype_infiltraitor</b></a></span><br /><br />In the Nexus are many streets, roads, alleys and avenues. Some are bustling with activity, featuring beings of all shapes and sizes buying and selling and eating and entertaining. In this Everything Drawer of the Multiverse one can find almost anything or anyone they want or need, provided they are willing to look for it hard enough. One doesn't have to look hard to find the busybody that is Officer Steve Austin, however. With eyes softened just a bit, stray from the beaten path, down that less traveled way, known for its overpriced, out-of-stock, and/or sub-par offerings. Down that way, there is what appears to be a dusty old pawn shop or perhaps a gunsmith or perhaps an antique store, and if one looks close enough they might notice that despite its dilapidation and darkened interior, the venue is apparently not <i>not</i>-in-business. Or at least, it is not closed. From time to time a figure can be seen moving within, none other than the good Nexus Officer of the Law, tinkering with assorted and unidentifiable bits and bobs of mechanical nature.<br /><br />A sign --in fact, the only sign borne by the shop-- too small to be seen from further than the sidewalk immediately outside reads simply, "Weaponsmith." Fancy that; Officer Austin must be moonlighting. Will anyone walk into his parlor?<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=nexus_sages&ditemid=64057" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2015-05-22:2409950:58055Kazumanexus_sages @ 2016-04-22T18:59:002016-04-23T00:13:34Z2016-04-23T00:13:34Zpublic180Posted by: <span lj:user='hafuri_shinki' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://hafuri-shinki.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://hafuri-shinki.dreamwidth.org/'><b>hafuri_shinki</b></a></span><br /><br />Without warning, someone emerges into the Nexus through a swirling portal of light.<br /><br />The smartly-dressed young man, one-handedly adjusting a pair of dark-framed glasses on his nose as he walks, appears to be <i>quite</i> involved in paging through a book of some sort, hence not noticing that he is most likely not where he was actually intending to be. It's only when he finally looks up from the book--<br /><br />"--I can't be <i>sure</i> as of yet, but it appears...that it...might..."<br /><br />Yes, this is definitely not where he meant to end up.<br /><br />He blinks slowly - once, twice, three times, absently taking a bookmark from his pocket so he can close the book and take a very good look around.<br /><br />A brochure from a nearby table finds its way quickly into his hands, and while it doesn't really explain things to his satisfaction, at least it gives him a bit of an idea to work with. Now...a question. Which involves picking one out of the multitude swirling round in his head.<br /><br />"...How - hypothetically, mind you - would one go about showing their appreciation to someone who was kind enough to take them in? Without overstepping their boundaries," he hurries to add the last bit, looking sour.<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=nexus_sages&ditemid=58055" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2015-05-22:2409950:52090Alphinaud and Alisaie LeveilleurTwin time.2016-03-11T04:47:11Z2016-03-11T04:47:29Zpublic78Posted by: <span lj:user='phoenix_descendants' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://phoenix-descendants.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://phoenix-descendants.dreamwidth.org/'><b>phoenix_descendants</b></a></span><br /><br />A twin be here.<br /><br />From the red ribbon on the ponytail, it must be Alisaie, and the soft, feminine tone of voice when she speaks proves it.<br /><br />"...What are you supposed to do when someone you look up to...someone you <i>trust</i> seems to be betraying you, and everything you've stood for?"<br /><br />Heavy question, yes. She thinks a moment, tries to find a lighter one for those not so doom and gloom-y inclined.<br /><br />"What is freedom, to you?"<br /><br />Okay, so it's not much better, but she <i>tried</i>.<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=nexus_sages&ditemid=52090" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2015-05-22:2409950:51520Verity WillisTotally random thoughts, really.2016-03-06T02:50:38Z2016-03-19T23:10:13ZFirst Aid Kit "My Silver Lining"thoughtfulpublic136Posted by: <span lj:user='brave_heart_verity' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://brave-heart-verity.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://brave-heart-verity.dreamwidth.org/'><b>brave_heart_verity</b></a></span><br /><br />Guess who can't stop won't stop hanging out in the Forum? If you guessed 'Verity', or perhaps 'that weird chick with the pink hair', you'd be right. Enjoy your No-Prize! Today she's sitting on a bench she's cleared of the snow that never seems to stop falling, elbows on her knees and hands wrapped around an <i>akhaccino</i>. She's all bundled up, but some of that tell-tale hair is peeking out from under her hat.<br /><br />"Is it worth knowing the future?" <a href="http://i1148.photobucket.com/albums/o570/varnishedtruths/Nexus/egg%20hunt%202016/egg-12_zps5r6w5ohx.png">She</a> never comes with less-than-heavy questions, does she? "If you <i>could</i> know for certain where your path was headed, would you <i>want</i> to know? Would you warn yourself of the crises ahead if you could send a message to your past self?"<br /><br />There's a distinct moue to her expression if anyone can get close enough to see past the scarf and fur collar. It looks habitual at this point but gives way to something closer to a smirk. "Or if that's too heavy, let's talk about hats. Fancy ones, with silk flowers and things. Should they make a comeback?"<br /><br /><small>((Ver's got a truth-sensing curse stuck in her that she can't turn off. She knows when people are lying and she can see through illusions; she doesn't know what the truth is or have psychic powers. More details <a href="http://brave-heart-verity.dreamwidth.org/309.html">here</a>.))</small><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=nexus_sages&ditemid=51520" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2015-05-22:2409950:48306Spookynexus_sages @ 2016-01-26T17:33:002016-01-26T23:59:04Z2016-01-26T23:59:04Zapatheticpublic26Posted by: <span lj:user='spoop4life' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://spoop4life.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://spoop4life.dreamwidth.org/'><b>spoop4life</b></a></span><br /><br /> A strange large and somewhat cartoonish door opens up in the Nexus.<br /><br />"Huh, well... I forgot about this door."<br /><br />A young transparent girl floats through and looks around with large black eyes.<br /><br />"This place doesn't look all that... <em>spooky</em>. I'll have to fix that."<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=nexus_sages&ditemid=48306" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2015-05-22:2409950:46705Raymond "Red" ReddingtonIntroducing the Concierge of Crime2016-01-16T20:05:03Z2016-01-16T20:17:22Zcuriouspublic129Posted by: <span lj:user='romeoinabox' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://romeoinabox.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://romeoinabox.dreamwidth.org/'><b>romeoinabox</b></a></span><br /><br />It's not unusual to see people enter the Nexus through strange doors and today is no exception. Out of one of the many doors of one of the many buildings along the main street in the Forum steps a man in a tailored three piece suit and a matching fedora. He seems confused by the sight that greets him on the other side of the door at first, but it fades quickly to indifference.<br /><br />"Denbe, I don't think this was the right door."<br /><br />He turns and is this time surprised at the sight inside the building he came from. That is most certainly <i>not</i> where he came from and his ever faithful companion is no longer right behind him.<br /><br />"Well now, this is new."<br /><br />The man wastes no time in fully taking in his surroundings. The Sign (<i>"What a garish thing, really."</i>) is easily spotted and the accompanying brochure read thoroughly. Once that's done, he glances back at the door through which he came. It doesn't <i>appear</i> to be going anywhere, so he might as well take the time to ask a question. He can try to get back later, when the door feels more cooperative.<br /><br />The Forum at large is greeted with a broad smile. "When life gives you metaphorical lemons, what approach do you take? Do you take in stride and make metaphorical lemonade? Or do you ascribe to the path of throwing the lemons back from whence they came?"<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=nexus_sages&ditemid=46705" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2015-05-22:2409950:45709shoulda_toinedHere We Go Again2016-01-08T15:19:20Z2016-01-08T15:19:20Ztiredpublic54Posted by: <span lj:user='shoulda_toined' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://shoulda-toined.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://shoulda-toined.dreamwidth.org/'><b>shoulda_toined</b></a></span><br /><br /><p>(In the middle of your--yes, your--daily routine, you'll find a burrowing creature moving around the ground in your path, even places that don't logically seem to have dig-able ground.</p><br /><br /><p>Then, a gray human-sized rabbit...hare...thing--those of you familiar with Looney Tunes will recognize the creature as Bugs Bunny--pops out somewhere in front of you, takes a look around, and lets out a long-suffering sigh.)</p><br /><br /><p>(Sounding more bored than anything else:) Hey, wait a minute, dis ain't insert where I was supposed ta be headed here. I knew I shoulda toined left at Alba-koi-key. Aside glance.</p><br /><br /><p>(And then he looks in a different direction than before.)</p><br /><br /><p>(As if speaking to an unseen audience:) Gimme a break, there's only so many times a comedian can do a joke before even dey get sick 'a it, and I'm not feelin' da punchline taday. I got places ta be, and dis ain't one-a dem.</p><br /><br /><p>((OOC: Bugs has no fourth wall--and therefore has mod permission to know that he's in a Journal-Based Spooky Jamjar--and is fairly well versed with popular culture to boot. He won't give anyone existential angst or drop spoilers without player permission--it's not polite to do that, after all--but please let me know how comfortable you are with Bugs messing around with your character's perception of reality because other wise Bugs will start getting meta on you.))</p><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=nexus_sages&ditemid=45709" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2015-05-22:2409950:45427SamaelNew In Town2016-01-07T00:30:36Z2016-01-07T00:30:36Zsleepypublic110Posted by: <span lj:user='reedyserpents' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://reedyserpents.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://reedyserpents.dreamwidth.org/'><b>reedyserpents</b></a></span><br /><br />A pale woman lies on a pile of ornate cushions somewhere in the forum. Her chest moved slowly with each breath as she slumbered, and she clutched a brochure that someone left laying beside her. She wore a long, silky, dress that matched the color of her coppery red hair. The dress was a little too long though. People who passed seemed to be tripping on it quite a bit. Not that it seemed to stir her from her deep sleep.<br /><br />Perhaps someone should wake the girl and ask her to move? Or at least change?<br /><br /><span style="font-size: smaller;">((OOC: New here, with an odd muse. Taking a crack at a humanized sun goddess from silent hill Info link in her bio. So sort of an oc?))</span><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=nexus_sages&ditemid=45427" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2015-05-22:2409950:44580Natasha RomanoffNew Years Conundrums2015-12-31T05:00:09Z2015-12-31T05:00:09Zcuriouspublic64Posted by: <span lj:user='red_room' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://red-room.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://red-room.dreamwidth.org/'><b>red_room</b></a></span><br /><br />Nat's in a more prominent spot in the Nexus today, with what looks to be a whiteboard stand set up next to her chair in the Forum. She's idly tossing dry erase markers while she observes the people coming and going.<br /><br />"They say the new year is a time for change, and yet every year people aim so pitifully low. If you could change one thing next year....<b>any</b> one thing, what would it be?" <br /><br />Inquiring minds want to know! Or, you know, one bored red head with too much time on her hands.<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=nexus_sages&ditemid=44580" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2015-05-22:2409950:44094Kazuhira Millernexus_sages @ 2015-12-27T14:31:002015-12-27T23:22:33Z2015-12-27T23:22:33Zpublic160Posted by: <span lj:user='hellburger' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://hellburger.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://hellburger.dreamwidth.org/'><b>hellburger</b></a></span><br /><br />Kazuhira Miller has made himself at home at a cozy Nexus seating group. He pores over a spread of newspapers and magazines covering a plethora of universes and alternate Earth timelines. To one side, a text book on theoretical physics is opened to a chapter on string theory and a cup of black coffee has formed a puckered ring over Donald Trump's leering face on an issue of <i>Time Magazine</i>.<br /><br />He lays his current paper flat on the adjacent coffee table, leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees, and loosely clasp his palms. "What's the strangest news you've ever heard? Or, if you'd rather: what world event would you say has affected you the most?"<br /><br />Miller's head turns and points to a four-inch stack of glossy flyers. He sighs. "And ... while we're at it, when did newspapers become seventy-percent ads?"<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=nexus_sages&ditemid=44094" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2015-05-22:2409950:43737Jim KirkBah, humbug2015-12-23T00:44:05Z2015-12-24T00:12:43Zdepressedpublic161Posted by: <span lj:user='smartass_captain' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://smartass-captain.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://smartass-captain.dreamwidth.org/'><b>smartass_captain</b></a></span><br /><br />Jim's been spending a lot of time in the forum lately. You'd almost think he was avoiding his world or something. You know, because he is.<br /><br />"Crew's asked to hold a Christmas party on th'ship. Went and got them the supplies they'd need, let them handle the planning of it. now they want me to make some damn speech."<br /><br />Jim sighs and kicks a bit of snow into the air.<br /><br />"Is it fucking awful that I just want to pretend this shitty holiday isn't happening? I'm going to fake enjoying myself for the crew's sake, and get the hell out of there."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><small>((Thanks to a certain Winter Spirit's meddling, Jim's day is going to get an awful lot worse. There be angst approaching, you be warned arrrrrr!)) <br /><br />UPDATE: If anyone ever wanted to know what Jim Kirk's family was like, you're free to go on and poke Winona Kirk downthread and say hi. She probably doesn't bite.</small><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=nexus_sages&ditemid=43737" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2015-05-22:2409950:42112Suou KatsuyaOn Traditions2015-12-19T23:14:14Z2015-12-19T23:14:41Zoptimisticpublic62Posted by: <span lj:user='sumarusfinest' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://sumarusfinest.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://sumarusfinest.dreamwidth.org/'><b>sumarusfinest</b></a></span><br /><br />There's something new in the forum of the Nexus. A few small bamboo--about average person in height-- have been placed in a corner of the forum in large pots. Sitting between the two plants is a small wooden box with several little tied and rolled papers tucked neatly into the little cubbies.<br /><br />The Nexus' resident police officer is adjusting the display, intent on making it look just right. When he's got everything set up, he gives a satisfied nod.<br /><br />"With the winter solstice, Christmas, and the New Year approaching, I thought it would be the best time to bring a bit of my home's celebrations here. You may hang wishes for the new year on the bamboo, or draw fortunes from the area here. What awaits you for the new year?"<br /><br /><small>((OOC: Nothing from Sumaru is what it seems. If your character believes in superstition and magic, they may find that their fortunes will have a real impact on their luck! Feel free to choose what luck your character gets, or to let me roll a random number to draw one for them. If your character doesn't believe in that sort of thing, they're still free to hang their resolutions on the bamboo. Happy Holidays folks!))</small><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=nexus_sages&ditemid=42112" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2015-05-22:2409950:41919Matthew Murdock, Attorney at Law+1 Matty Murdock2015-12-19T17:45:59Z2015-12-19T17:45:59Zpublic226Posted by: <span lj:user='fightlikehell' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://fightlikehell.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://fightlikehell.dreamwidth.org/'><b>fightlikehell</b></a></span><br /><br />He has been this way before in passing, enough times around to get an idea of the layout. And there's so much more the senses can tell than just tapping the surface with a cane. It's just Matt Murdock, suited but casual. He still likes to dress snappy. It helps him to behave, a tradition that goes back to Saint Agnes. <br /><br />"I know this place is for questions. I've taken my sweet time. Sometimes you know you want to ask but you don't know what or how." And then some. Matt has a lopsided smile for himself. "If you know you're best when you're occupied, what do you do when you need a break?"<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=nexus_sages&ditemid=41919" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2015-05-22:2409950:41011OctodadWho's that man with the eight strong legs?2015-12-14T03:50:04Z2015-12-14T03:50:04Zpublic37Posted by: <span lj:user='adadlyfellow' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://adadlyfellow.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://adadlyfellow.dreamwidth.org/'><b>adadlyfellow</b></a></span><br /><br />One of the newer Nexus doors carries an ‘Employees Only’ sign, and right now it’s rattling in its frame. From behind comes the erratic crashing of toppling furniture. After a minute or two of this racket, the door bursts open dramatically and-!<br /><br />A dad emerges. <br /><br />He kicks plushie robots and soccer balls out of his path as he flounders through, flinging the door shut behind him. But that’s not enough! In a wild flailing and windmilling of his long limbs, he grabs nearby tables, chairs and a vending machine to stack up in front of it. At last he drags a large sofa in front of the hasty barricade and flops back against it, burbling gently in relief. He wipes his brow with a limp orange… hand, and then it sinks in.<br /><br />Wait. Oh, no. This isn’t the toy store!<br /><br />Swaying to his feet, he whips a couple of brightly decorated letters from inside his jacket. He waves them at the Nexus, burbling anxiously (yet oddly intelligibly). How will he find his kids the perfect Christmas presents <i>now, </i>he asks you?<br /><br /><br /><small>[ OOC: For munly convenience, <a href="http://adadlyfellow.dreamwidth.org/311.html">a quick rundown/place to ask questions</a> about the octopus behind the mask. ]</small><br /><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=nexus_sages&ditemid=41011" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2015-05-22:2409950:39835Kevin Thompson ᴬ.ᴷ.ᴬ. Kilgravethis place needs some mind-control ~2015-12-03T02:41:49Z2015-12-03T02:57:40Zgroggypublic36Posted by: <span lj:user='inthesinbin' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://inthesinbin.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://inthesinbin.dreamwidth.org/'><b>inthesinbin</b></a></span><br /><br /><i>He'd been drugged.</i> <br /><br />That was Kilgrave's last coherent thought. <br /><br />He'd also been choking on something dense and cloying in his mouth, gagging as it was pressed down his throat with sure, quick fingers. He'd tried to yell, to say something but then a syringe was in his neck and the plunger was depressed and he'd lost all the strength in his arms to fight back. It must have been a dangerously high dose, almost on the verge of lethal, because he'd lost consciousness barely a few seconds later, when all of his writhing and screaming had eventually tapered to a stop.<br /><br />He has no sense of time or distance after that. <br /><br />Despite the less than ideal circumstances of his departure, Kilgrave wakes up in the Forums slowly, methodically, waiting for the very last of the drug in his system to melt away. He's in no hurry – if they'd wanted him dead he has no doubt that he would be – and he needs his ability to be in full working order before he starts addressing anything else. Regain control. That's the order of the day. <br /><br />After a few minutes of groggily staring at the sky, not quite able to move, he flops onto his side, his suit jacket bunched uncomfortably underneath him, the tips of his fingers and toes still slightly numb, his extremities in general difficult to manoeuvre and too far away. He digs his hands into the grass for purchase, gritting his teeth as he draws his legs up, trying to get his feet back under him. Some stumbling, the world tilting on its axis for a moment as he squints his eyes against its lurching, and, finally, he's up, wobbling where he stands, bruised and dishevelled. <br /><br /><i>Jesus</i>, his head hurts. <br /><br />Will be for days, he imagines, as he presses the heel of his hand against his temple, rubbing in quick, sharp circles. <br /><br />“This is getting old already,” he mutters, scowling as he orients himself. He turns on the spot, searching for a landmark, anything remotely familiar to clue him in on precisely where he is. There's nothing. He doesn't recognise any of it, even the air here feels different, and all he has to welcome him is the loudest sign he's ever seen in his life. If he could tell it to shut up, he would. <br /><br />“Oh, good. Nice. Just leave me in the middle of nowhere. Why not? Is this your idea of stopping me, Jessica?” <br /><br />His snarl melts into a more general concern – if there aren't any people here, he's more or less helpless – and he lets his hands drop limply to his sides, breathing a heavy sigh. “Bollocks.”<br /><br /><br /><br /><small>[ooc: <a href="https://inthesinbin.dreamwidth.org/455.html">the deal with kilgrave and what he can do.</a>]<br type="_moz" /></small><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=nexus_sages&ditemid=39835" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2015-05-22:2409950:39517Steven RogersHomeless no More!2015-11-29T18:03:26Z2015-11-29T18:03:26Zproductivepublic60Posted by: <span lj:user='juststeverogers' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://juststeverogers.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://juststeverogers.dreamwidth.org/'><b>juststeverogers</b></a></span><br /><br />Steve's back in the Nexus forum today, and while he's a usual face among the crowd there---sketching or people watching and the like--today he looks to be in particularly high spirits. He's got a pad of lined paper in one hand and pencil in the other. <br /><br /> He's making one of his Lists. These are very important, don't you know.<br /><br /> It takes a while for him to stop wandering in circles talking to himself before Steve seems to realize why he'd come to the center of the forum in the first place. He taps the tip of his pencil against the pad several times before he pipes up.<br /><br /> "Does anyone have any advice for moving to a sixth floor walk up? Or moving in general?"<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=nexus_sages&ditemid=39517" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2015-05-22:2409950:38864Verity WillisHey kids, it's Verity!2015-11-21T20:03:38Z2015-11-21T20:08:21ZKeaton Henson "Petrichor"thoughtfulpublic224Posted by: <span lj:user='brave_heart_verity' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://brave-heart-verity.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://brave-heart-verity.dreamwidth.org/'><b>brave_heart_verity</b></a></span><br /><br />Everyone's favorite <s>red</s> <s>pink</s> purple-haired sass mouth is back. Not that she ever really left, but this time, she's the one with the question. Her wardrobe hasn't deviated much from what it's been the last few months: long sleeved black tee with white stripes, black pants, black pumps, jade disk necklace, epic Viking braids. (She's got a <i>look</i>, okay? And not just that one with the eyebrows.)<br /><br />It should also surprise exactly nobody that she's got a cup of coffee. The surprise might be that she's looking less weighed-down by the world, or maybe that the black circles under her eyes are fading. She looks almost calm, tucked into one corner of her favorite comfy couch. "How do you know when something's right? A situation, or a relationship? I think I've finally found a good place in my life, but I want to be sure I'm not just settling again."<br /><br /><small>((If you don't know about Verity's <a href="http://brave-heart-verity.dreamwidth.org/309.html">powers</a>, please read up before jumping in.))</small><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=nexus_sages&ditemid=38864" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2015-05-22:2409950:37508Loki, God of Storiestook a wrong turn at albuquerque2015-11-15T21:20:10Z2015-11-15T21:20:10Zpublic132Posted by: <span lj:user='ofstories' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://ofstories.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://ofstories.dreamwidth.org/'><b>ofstories</b></a></span><br /><br />Loki can always appreciate the little nooks and crannies of existence, the in-between appealing to certain facets of his nature. How he found himself there wasn't so important as what he did there, and now he's sprawled in a comfortable lounge chair in the Forum. The shabby, shoeless god doesn't take long before he decides to put his own contribution out there.<br /><br />"Let's set the stage, shall we?" he calls just before he leaps abruptly to his feet on the chair.<br /><br />"Congratulations, you've won! You return from a great quest with the glory and the girl or boy or whatever you sought as yours. Hear the cheers of the crowd. Yay, you!" People near him might even hear that hypothetical jubilation briefly, an echoing illusion that fades as he waves it away. "Or maybe none of that, and you came out of it with a bit of personal satisfaction and a friend." (If one misplaced momentarily. Problematic, that.) "Things were going so well, and yet, right now, <i>right now</i>, you're waiting around for what comes after."<br /><br />"You're as free as a bird, so..." He's made a switch to a more conversational tone as he drops back down into his seat. "What d'you reckon you'd do next? What story would <i>you</i> spin?"<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=nexus_sages&ditemid=37508" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2015-05-22:2409950:36175Natasha RomanoffHiding in Plain Sight2015-11-10T04:03:33Z2015-11-10T04:03:33Zcuriouspublic130Posted by: <span lj:user='red_room' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://red-room.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://red-room.dreamwidth.org/'><b>red_room</b></a></span><br /><br />Hello Nexus, there is a new face in your forum today. <br /><br />Not confused about where she is--she knows exactly where she is or at least looks like she does. A confident redhead leaning against one of the many welcome signs, chewing a piece of gum and people watching. Not looking for anyone or anything in particular.<br /><br />Once enough people have taken notice of her she'll come forward though, arms still folded across her chest.<br /><br />"Do you like what you do for a living? Is it your dream job?" A question at random, or a question with purpose. This stranger doesn't seem too keen on explaining herself.<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=nexus_sages&ditemid=36175" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2015-05-22:2409950:34474Steven RogersMan With a Plan....Sort of2015-10-21T16:20:37Z2015-10-21T16:20:37Zpublic170Posted by: <span lj:user='juststeverogers' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://juststeverogers.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://juststeverogers.dreamwidth.org/'><b>juststeverogers</b></a></span><br /><br />Steve Rogers is back in the forum proper today, looking much less panicked than he did upon his arrival. Being stuck in the Nexus hasn't dissuaded him from wandering around where he'd come in now and again, hoping a door would have come back. <br /><br /> Since it hasn't, today Steve has commandeered one of the many forum tables. He's got a comfy chair set up across from the table (moving it there took a lot of work you guys) and an empty coffee can set up on the corner. He sits down at the table and pulls out a worn sketchbook, nearly full of empty pages, and a few pencils. <br /><br />Okay. All set.<br /><br />"Would anyone like a drawing?"<br /><br />If he's going to survive he's going to have to work somehow, might as well start with what he's good at!<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=nexus_sages&ditemid=34474" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2015-05-22:2409950:26576Totally Officer Steve Austin. Definitely. Yep.been around the world and I can't find my baby2015-09-18T12:09:11Z2015-09-18T12:10:06Zpublic83Posted by: <span lj:user='prototype_infiltraitor' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://prototype-infiltraitor.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://prototype-infiltraitor.dreamwidth.org/'><b>prototype_infiltraitor</b></a></span><br /><br />An old school police cruiser rolls into the Nexus, screeching to a halt, almost crashing into the Sign. The officer at the wheel calmly gets out, head swiveling, looking around on his way to the gaudy billboard. The man seems chipper; youthful. He grabs a brochure. Seemingly unconcerned with the running car (door still ajar), he glances at the brochure for a moment before once again looking around the Nexus. If he is astonished, he is handling it very coolly.<br /><br />One question in particular occurs to him. He produces a Polaroid photograph of a young teenage boy, showing it freely to whomever will look. As with many police officers, his symmetrical appearance and amicable demeanor probably inspire trust in the average person.<br /><br />"Have you seen this boy?"<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=nexus_sages&ditemid=26576" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2015-05-22:2409950:25319Suou KatsuyaA memorial of sorts2015-09-16T21:00:30Z2015-09-16T21:00:30Zgloomypublic107Posted by: <span lj:user='sumarusfinest' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://sumarusfinest.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://sumarusfinest.dreamwidth.org/'><b>sumarusfinest</b></a></span><br /><br />The resident Nexus police officer looks a lot less formal than he usually is. He's missing the usual suit and tie, dressed in all black--button up and slacks. <br /><br />He sets a vase of lilies down on a table gently. <br /><br />"Has anyone been able to determine the full extent of the damage and...casualties here in the Nexus?" <br /><br />He's been cleaning up in Sumaru since the attack, and feels bad he's only now checking in.<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=nexus_sages&ditemid=25319" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments