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Snowstorms and matchmaking: An early Valentine's post
Winter in the Nexus has been especially present this year. The weather has presented plenty of hardships for the past few months, something which numerous people have bemoaned. It doesn't look set to change, either. If anything, Winter seems to be going stronger than ever. There are no signs of it winding down at all.
Everything seems normal at first, the usual hustle and bustle has the Nexus thrumming now that people have adapted to the cold conditions. Then, rather suddenly, everything kicks into gear. The wind starts to howl, battering people to and fro. Not long after that, the sky becomes thick with snow, making it nearly impossible to see, the biting cold driving people back inside. It soon becomes completely inhospitable to all wandering around outside.
In the hurry to get out of the storm, people end up scurrying to the nearest available shelter. Apartment lobbies, houses, cafés, shops, restaurants, the library... Anywhere and everywhere that offers some shelter. Peculiarly, people seem to end up in pairs as they hide away from the cold. Looks like everyone is going to have to huddle close together. For... warmth... We'll say it's for warmth.
((This is entirely an excuse to shove characters together and force them to spend time with each other. Feel free to have as many threads as you like, trying as many combinations as you like, where ever you like. Brave souls can try and berate Reynard if they really want to.))
Everything seems normal at first, the usual hustle and bustle has the Nexus thrumming now that people have adapted to the cold conditions. Then, rather suddenly, everything kicks into gear. The wind starts to howl, battering people to and fro. Not long after that, the sky becomes thick with snow, making it nearly impossible to see, the biting cold driving people back inside. It soon becomes completely inhospitable to all wandering around outside.
In the hurry to get out of the storm, people end up scurrying to the nearest available shelter. Apartment lobbies, houses, cafés, shops, restaurants, the library... Anywhere and everywhere that offers some shelter. Peculiarly, people seem to end up in pairs as they hide away from the cold. Looks like everyone is going to have to huddle close together. For... warmth... We'll say it's for warmth.
((This is entirely an excuse to shove characters together and force them to spend time with each other. Feel free to have as many threads as you like, trying as many combinations as you like, where ever you like. Brave souls can try and berate Reynard if they really want to.))
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He still tries not to shiver so much when he sits down.
"Not much to tell, to be honest? I'm from New York. December, 1941." Pearl harbor just happened, the US was deploying all over Europe and the Pacific. "Been here since the summer, actually."
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"So were you helping out with the war effort, then?" He notably avoids outright asking about the draft, given the other man's stature.
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He's even going to try that whiskey.
"My best friend made it into the army the night I ended up in the Nexus."
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He looks pleased when Steve takes the offered alcohol. That'll put hair on his chest. "Hope your friend's putting up a good fight out there. You know which theater he was deployed to?"
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"He'll do good out there." He believes in his childhood friend. Has to. Steve doesn't want to think about the alternative. "What about you?"
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Miller is momentarily distracted by the dancer's performance of a particularly lewd maneuver. He raises his eyebrows, then turns back to Steve. "I work for a private military out of Central America -- mostly handling the business side of things."
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Vietnam though. That's a new one. Steve adds it to his list.
"Private military? So, not country affiliated. You're....mercenaries?"