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nexus_sages2015-12-14 03:46 am
adadlyfellow) wrote in nexus_sages2015-12-14 03:46 am
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Who's that man with the eight strong legs?
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-!
A dad emerges.
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.
Wait. Oh, no. This isn’t the toy store!
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 now, he asks you?
[ OOC: For munly convenience, a quick rundown/place to ask questions about the octopus behind the mask. ]
A dad emerges.
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.
Wait. Oh, no. This isn’t the toy store!
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 now, he asks you?
[ OOC: For munly convenience, a quick rundown/place to ask questions about the octopus behind the mask. ]