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Rayan looks like she's miserable today

"Okay who royally ticked off weather deities on the East Coast? Because Gotham night should be nice and cool then, it gets followed by today I actually need a sweater to go outside because it dropped 22 degrees."

Yes the female Robin is just griping because holy heck! Though she might be better if she actually sipped the coffee she's holding like it's a lifeline.

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fractaveritas

[Well good evening Nexus! It's been a while since this particular buddy's been around, and they're definitely looking different than the last time they were here!

They've traded one of their pairs of arms for some feet for one, and there's a distinct lack of wings. Just peering around, blank mask taking in their surroundings as they consider, and then pipe up with what's surely to be a cute, weird little inquiry from an adorable little magic construct-]

...So how do you tell if someone has a soul?

[...Heiiu. You ah. You good there, friend?]

netrunnerzero

There's a man sitting in bench in the nexus with medium length length sliver hair and hard eyes of a blue-gray hue. He leans forward in the seat with his hands clasped together in front of him. He looks as though he's trying to crack his knuckles, but they won't crack. His fingers are the right shape. Joints in all in the right place, at a glance, but the hands are entirely formed of stain resistant metal.

Zero looks as if he's not looking at his surroundings, but through them and through you too, if you're approaching him. He feels a question like an inch in the back of his mind and it's apparently one that he can't help, but to scratch.

"What's keeping you awake at night?"

okamimommi

There is a Wolf in the Nexus.

There have been bigger wolves, most certainly at some point, but still she is most certainly large, standing tall enough to gut check most adult men with a headbutt. Those that can even spot her particular species know she's especially large for a Japanese wolf. This would be a sign to even the most mundane of people that she is different.

Those with magic or strong spirituality, or divine beings will see even more. Red patterns swirling over her fur like flames, and on her back a burning disk that looks like bronze that has patinaed with age. As she moves to sit and rest, wispy flowers bloom and fade.

Either way, her expression remains neutral, as if she unaware of the impression she gives off. Or uncaring.

She's more interested in others passing by her, and happily wagging her tail in greeting when they make eye contact.

Don't you want to pet her?

wizardprodigy

One of the Nexus' many features is, surprising no one, a portal. It's a portal with a black center and for the longest time, it's pulsated with swirling fingers of white light. It's fairly nondescript as portals go, and while the air around it tingles, any attempts to go through the portal simply lead… well, to the back side of the portal.

Today, it hums.

Today a wave of not-quite purple washes through the swirling arms, and the hole opens up to a library.

A library with a tiefling inside it, who pokes his head through, looks around for a moment, then withdraws.

A few minutes, then an hour passes as the portal goes dormant once more, no sign of the tiefling or his library visible through the center. Time ticks by, minutes and hours passing by before finally, the portal sparks once more.

This time, when it opens, the center of the portal is reinforced by a golden metal frame, and the tiefling comes through with a satchel laden with books and scrolls, dragging a table full of mechanical and alchemical contractions behind him. There's a giddiness to his movement and he grunts and curses the table where he wants it, even when he has to frantically rescue some of the instruments from falling. Then, once everything is settled exactly how he likes it, the real fun begins.

At least for the tiefling.

He spends a few moments recording readings from the array of instruments and meters, muttering excitedly to himself before plopping on the ground and digging through his satchel. Amidst the scrolls and books, he finds one of the many pamphlets explaining the Nexus and its rules. Regarding it with narrowed eyes, he pulls out an hourglass and sets it aside, returning his focus to his research.

The hourglass is flipped three times before the tiefling looks up from his work, tail swishing on the ground behind him, and he poses his questions.

"Has anyone here determined what happens if you don't ask a question? How long can you go without asking a question before something happens? Why is a question required? How poignant must the question be to be considered acceptable? Is a simple "How are you?" enough, or must it be philosophically intriguing?"

There's a pause in the tiefling's barrage as he scrunches his nose, scowling deeply at nothing. Then he sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose, and relaxes, adding on his final question. "I suppose I might as well ask if anyone has seen a man named Lorroakan, by any chance? Human, red hair, thinks very highly of himself, and has a temper that Devil's would envy."

((Hello, I am new. I know it's been quiet but nothing ventured, nothing gained, right? So here I am. Venturing.))

Current Mood: curious

futamura_neo

"How long can you lose touch with someone or something--a friend who moved, a place you were too busy to go--and still be able to pick up anything near where you left off?"

( Hello, old friends. It's been a while. )

[Remember these two and their sprog from previous Nexi? For good or ill, they're back.]

Current Mood: nostalgic

fredtheman

Hiss!

[The wondering noise was coming from a skeleton standing near the Plaza fountain, eyes sparkling with something like excitement. Or well, the gems set as some sort of lenses were sparkling with reflected light as they were looking this way and that, gloved hands held in front of them as they stepped one way then the next like he was uncertain which way to dart first.

They'd carefully collected the pamphlets explaining the place and read them, all of which were now sticking out of a side-pocket in the brown bag set under his rib cage, but there was so much to look at! So much new!

It was... a little overwhelming to be honest. He wished Emmrich or one of the professor's new friends was there to help make sense of everything.

But he could do this! He would be brave and learn new things and Emmrich would be so pleased with his initiative! So, drawing himself up with a click of his jaw, and squaring his skinny shoulders, he skuttled through the crowd until something caught his gaze that he just had to know more about.

Minding your own business nearby? You'll just be getting a gentle tug to a sleeve or a light tap to a shoulder by the curious skeleton who, once he's sure attention is his way, points at what he was wondering about with an inquiring hiss.

Was it a diner? A robot? A cool dinosaur? Someone with wings? A person on roller skates? Was it something you were carrying? What's that?]

((ooc: It is a Kiwi with a darling skeleton son Manfred! He's from early in Veilguard so shouldn't spoil anything- if you want to tag but don't want spoilers let me know, I'll mark threads where spoilers are gona show up.))

tielle_mortevus

Tielle can be seen cheerily humming to herself, lounging on one of the benches in the town square, her black parasol propped up to give her a bit of shade as per usual. It's almost eerie to see her quite this happy, compared to her usual dry sarcastic demeanor. She doesn't have her usual cunning smirk or witty grin, but a full on unabashed, beaming smile. Her eyes meet with the first passerby she spots, addressing them with an uncharacteristically giddy energy.

"I just got the most wonderful news. This... joy... it feels so surreal... have you ever felt so elated that it almost didn't feel... real, that you could just as easily be dreaming and are almost afraid reality will come back and rip that happiness away from you when you wake up?"

She lets out a somewhat boisterous laugh, finding it difficult to contain herself, though it's clear she's trying to maintain that usual slightly distant demeanor, though it's not working very well.

[OOC: Just passed my Physical Therapy boards, and that positive energy is pretty damn infectious. Tielle certainly has her own IC reasons for being over the moon right now but might as well put these emotions to good use!]

hellrider

The new visitor to the Nexus has spent a while lingering at the sign, watching the video featuring Captain America for longer than most, letting it loop two or three times with an air of bemusement. It's a novelty in itself; moving pictures are not common in his world, but there's something in his gaze that suggests wry recognition. Takes a paladin to know a paladin, perhaps.

Of course, Zevlor is no longer a paladin.

If you've seen a tiefling before, the stranger's species ought to be easy enough to identify. His skin is a warm ruddy color that does not appear on a human, and there are odd ridges along each cheekbone. His eyes are yellow, luminous. In low light there appears to be an actual flicker of flames behind them. The twin horns on his head are spiky, quite long and backswept. It's easy to imagine him literally clashing heads with others like him, battling like rams.

Between all that, and the long spade-tipped tail, he cuts a distinctive figure. He won't thank you for mistaking him for a demon, but he won't be able to blame you, either.

"When I was a child, I was taught that when I failed at something, I was to get right back up and try again. It's good advice when you're a child, and your failures are low-stakes. But now I'm an old man, and a single mistake can cause...unfathomable loss." His voice, which was steady and calm at first, thins to a fine-honed edge at those last two words. Whatever's going on in his head, he's underselling it.

"And yet the state of my world is such that no one can sit on the sidelines now. Doing nothing would be worse than trying and failing again. I know that. So how do I force myself to get back up?"

((Loki-mun here! Spoiler warning: I am taking Zevlor from between Act 2 and Act 3 of Baldur's Gate 3 here, and also taking a lot of backstory from the Descent into Avernus book.))

thefearfulreflec_ection

It is now nighttime within the Nexus. Many of its residents had gone indoors to get some sleep, although there are those who are still awake. Whether it is because they intend to stay up late at their homes or because their workplaces requires them to remain awake and active at this point in time. But regardless of they’re asleep or awake, something unusual happens at midnight. As soon as the clock hits 12:00 am, a strange, yet calming music starts playing within the background of the Nexus's plaza.

For those who tries to find the source of the music, they may get greeted by the sight of the new arrival himself. The newcomer was a tall humanoid entity who closely resembles a marionette but with a skeletal body and fingers that are more akin to tentacles. The nightmare animatronic walks down the streets as he heads towards the center of the plaza itself. In his left hand was the pamphlet that explains everything he needs to know about this strange dimension that he ended up in.

Nightmarionne had mixed feelings about his current predicament. On one hand, the antiviolence field is actively preventing him from getting too close to any of the locals, given his malicious nature. On the other hand, seeing them flee from the very sight of his appearance was more than enough to entertain him.

Right now, he may be seen in parts of the plaza that has the most people around. With notable examples being shopping malls, restaurants, movie theatres etc.

For those who mustered enough courage to approach him, they may get a question posed to them by Nightmarionne himself.

"Wh-What is it that you-u-u f-fear the most about the Ne-Nexu-us?"

[OOC:

bigpoofymammoth's player here with another muse for FNAF's 10th anniversary. Stay on guard when dealing with him.]

hungercity_hellhound

Damien hadn't been to the Nexus in quite a long time. Between a job in one universe, and everything in his own, there was no time. There wasn't much time for anything. This place was quiet and he got a coffee and started to walk the plaza to clear his mind. He'd lost track of time quickly and where he was walking though he could still hear the plaza very clearly.

The noise of people was drowned out by a pitiful sound of squeaking, or growling, maybe it was both. The Dogs had cared for the animals in all the abandoned zoos of Hunger City long ago. To this day they all kept animals, many were the descendants of those first animals. Damien knew a lot of animal sounds but this was not familiar but more importantly the sounds reminded him of pain.

He followed the sound to a mottled bird? It looked sort of like a bird but with teeth and the size of a medium dog. He could see it was hurt and squatted down to check on it. The snapping didn't anger him at all.

"Shhh.. little one." Damien whispered and gently pressed the head away while looking over the injury. It looked bad on the downy feathers but underneath looked superficial. Watching the the teeth he dug out a cream he carried that numbed pain and disinfected wounds. The bird was watching now, sniffing at the cream on his hand before he gently dabbed it on the cuts down the side and thigh. It twitched away and Damien frowned because he didn't like seeing pain despite what his jobs had always been.

"There." Damien stepped away while wiping off his hand. He froze when he heard a snorting little sound and looked back to see the bird hobbling up on its feet toward him. Damien watched it limp over and sit heavily against his calf.

"Alright." He sighed at it like a child begging to be carried. This time there was no biting as he picked it up and cradled it in his arms. The bird was surprisingly light and felt skinny under the fluffy downy feathers. Well, he had another foundling. It wouldn't be his first human or animal in the past few years. After a few minutes he was back in the plaza and worried about just how skinny the animal in his arms felt.

The first person he could approach was going to get the question at the forefront of his mind. "Do you know what bird this is?"

Current Mood: Motherly
Current Music: The Jurassic Park Theme

impossumble

It's post-dusk in the Nexus, but it's not a particularly foreboding night. It's one of those too-humid summer nights where the sky looks deep blue and the lamplight looks orange, and you can't hear yourself think for the sounds of crickets and cicadas, and you think you might just go to bed early, but then you realize it doesn't get dark until nine in the evening so you're already up late.

Two dark figures with pale, shimmery hair are wandering down the main thoroughfare. One, shorter (much shorter) and curvier, is chattering alongside the song of bugs and nightingales:

"...and that's a really good reason not to become a mindflayer if you ask me. Especially for you. You'd never be happy just eating one thing."

The larger of the pair is just following indulgently for the moment, but there's a definite hint they're both prowling. Or maybe they just always look like they're prowling, because drow.

"So I think anywhere that has lights on and will take our gold is probably worth trying, anyway. Hells, anything but more wine. I'm never gonna touch rosymorn red again. It's always going to smell like fried kobold to me. What do you want to--hey!"

That 'hey' may be slightly intimidating, despite the little she-drow's size. It's a very enthusiastic greeting directed at whoever is approaching. "Hey! Where's the best place to eat here? My brother's gonna starve if I don't get him something sugary, stat."

Neither of them is going to starve, but her puppy eyes are moderately convincing at least?

((B and Kiwi here with our Baldur's Gate 3 chaos twin Tavs. Replies may come from this account or from

trashpandastic, feel free to PM with questions!))

kingofdinaurians

King Dynal wasn’t sure what to think when he found himself in this strange new dimension. Upon arrival, he had taken his time to read all the pamphlets that gave out a brief summary of his current situation. Don't get him wrong, he's still quite shocked when he suddenly ended up in another dimension altogether. But at least he's adapting to this predicament much faster than most would've expected.

He took some time to wander a bit around the central Plaza. From there, he met quite a large range of people originating from various different times and places. Most of them seem to be human in appearance, but there are also those who are visually distinct from them. He wondered how they've adapted to their arrival in a place completely unfamiliar to them.

At one point, he can be seen observing one of the statues within the Plaza. If anyone happens to be passing by, he might pose a question to them.

"What was it like to find yourself a new home in another place?"

[

bigpoofymammoth's player here, bringing in another muse to the Nexus. Thought that today’s a good time to do so since it’s the anniversary of Fossil Fighter's release in Japan.]

comehomewithme

She's gone.

That was what Orpheus thought, no, what he knew to be true. He had lost Eurydice, again, and it was all his fault -- again. He looked down at the ground, then fell upon it, weeping.

The world was so cruel, he thought. He knew so little of it, but he knew that much to be true. He would never see his love again. He sobbed and sobbed, tears streaking down his face.

"Why...?! Why?!" he cried out, his voice echoing and then getting swallowed by the howling wind.

He pounded the cold ground, as if that action could somehow bring her back. He had finished his song, but now she was gone, and Orpheus felt lost forever.

Eventually, his sobbing subsided, and he slowly rose to his feet. When he blinked back the last of his tears, he was struck by how...different the world looked. In fact, it looked so different that he wasn't sure where exactly he was. He picked up a small pamphlet on a nearby bench and flipped through it. A meeting-place of worlds...unusual. Was this Hermes' doing, somehow?

Orpheus began walking, his lyre strapped to his back. He looked around at various strange-looking people and creatures, all of whom seemed non-threatening, but still very, very odd.

Well, he thought, if you can't beat them, might as well join them.

"Does...does anyone want to hear a song? I've been working on one."

deniabilities

It's been quite a while since Janet Ford has found herself in the Nexus. That's what getting caught up in reality can do to you: busy with a handful of high-profile cases, coping with the aftereffects of said cases and her own desire to save everyone, plus working toward her boss's inevitable retirement. Surprisingly. it's the last one that bothers her the most. Janet is used to dangerous situations and she's been through her fair share of emotional stress. But a workplace without the man who handpicked her and stewarded her career, that feels like being on a tightrope without a net.

That means she doesn't complain or seem too confused when her door appears and deposits her in the Nexus plaza one more time. At least it's after she's gotten home from work so she's changed into jeans and a Washington Nationals T-shirt (it is baseball season after all!). She takes her time to walk around this time, taking the place in to see what's changed. Wondering how many of her old acquaintances are still here from her last appearance or if she might make some new friends. Janet has never been a frequent visitor to the Nexus, but she still cares about the people she meets here. And truthfully, she can always use new friends, because she tends to feel alone more than she likes to admit.

But that's the kind of existential thinking she pushes out of her head as she glances about, tucking her hair back behind her ear. She takes in the scenery until she's walked far enough to get out of people's way but not too far away from the action; the interaction is her favorite part of being here, after all. She finds a bench that has an excellent sight line back to the plaza and decides to stretch out her legs and relax while coming up with the inevitable question. This time, it's one she's sure everybody is going to have different answers to: "When did you start feeling grown up?"

Current Mood: happy

death_calling

The Nexus is not a new location to Olivia, as she has occasionally found herself visiting for limited periods many moons ago. Today is the longest of those sessions, settling into the outside seating of a bustling cafe.

None of the chaos behind her warrants any sort of attention, rather, she's completely blocked out the sounds of rattling dishes and scrambling workers. Diverted between a cup of tea and a stacks of books on different scientific topics, she's submerged herself in the task of gathering information. However, the snacks the cafe offers do help to alleviate any frustrations she might be hiding.

Furrowing her brows at a particular chapter in her book, she closes it and takes a moment to reflect.

"I don't understand the mystery of this place. Not a single book details the creation of the "Nexus" or how it came to be. So how does it draw people into it? Why do people come here?" The question was intended to be directed inward, but ever her thoughts tend to slip out audibly at times. Perhaps a bit of conversation will quell her curious mind for the next few hours.

jarheadclan

It's difficult to say where Jake has set up camp - the last time he was here, this was a park, but he doesn't remember some of the hills and the meandering, mostly-iced-over stream that cuts through the middle. The Nexus does that sometimes, rearranging terrain and buildings when you're not looking. Twisted trees sprout here and there, and he's found enough deadwood to stoke a roaring bonfire bright enough to be seen from miles away, the white snow reflecting the blaze into a million glittering sparks. The smell of cooking meat wafts nearly as far, mingled with woodsmoke.

Despite the warmth of the fire, Jake has not shed many of his layers, bundled up in custom-made winter gear made to fit his nine-foot frame. Only his face and tail are bared by design, his gloves temporarily removed to tend to the skewers of meat being roasted by the flame. His bow and arrows sit to one side, far enough away to not risk catching fire, bloody arrowheads boasting of a successful hunt.

Should anyone come by his fire, Jake smiles, baring sharp teeth. "You the explorer type, or would you rather stay home? You ever itch to see what else is out there?"

hale_and_whole

The newcomer stuck out like a sore thumb as he turned away from one of the many terminals around the plaza with a few pamphlets in hand. Large moon-like eyes scanned the odd space, eyeing the myriad types of couches and places to sit. He wore hooded white paneled robes, trimmed in silver and red; layered and suitable for traveling, complete with worn leather boots and warm trousers. The head of a wooden staff poked up above his shoulder, appearing like a natural branch curling around a gently glowing green crystal. Beaded charms hung from it and tinkled softly with movement.

The figure had feline features, from the distinct facial markings and pointed tufted ears poking up from the barely held back mane of snow white hair to the long twitching tail of the same color. Shivering slightly in the chill air, the White Mage headed across the plaza to search for a warmer place to sit and regroup. Boots crunching in the thin layer of snow, he paused only long enough at a nearby cart to get a large hot drink. A mocha, it was called. The pamphlets proved true and the seller took their offered gil with no comment.

Sipping the bittersweet concoction, Kohja'ra continued on, eyes falling onto a sign that proclaimed 'Keldran Gardens'. Intrigued, the miqo'te entered the doors that swished open smartly at his approach.

It was like entering into another world. So much so, Kohja'ra wondered if he was still in this 'Nexus Crossings' place or if he was somewhere else entirely. The buildings architecture was completely alien to him. Stepping through the entranceway and into the large cavernous space, all he could do was stare in complete awe. Was this place run by Magitech? It didn't seem like it was Garlean or Allagan in nature. The building was larger than it appeared from the outside, stretching into the distance and filled to the brim with plants of every description and an abundance of life.

Inhaling deeply of the heady scents of untold varieties of growth, the White Mage half stumbled over to a nearby bench; almost not watching where he was going due to how engrossed in the colorful surroundings he was. It was here that he sat for a long while in contemplative silence. He was aware of other garden visitors but was too deep in his thoughts and surroundings to pay any attention. Finally, he raised the now lukewarm mocha to his lips to sip as if remembering he still held it.

"How do you keep going?" He found himself asking. He felt a little odd, but followed the advice of the pamphlets nonetheless. "What drives you to pick yourself up and keep going. Keep fighting, when all seems lost?"

armbiter

There is a predator in your plaza, Nexus. Granted, that's hardly unusual. There are predatory entities of all kinds here, and by and large they've learned to play nice, but this one is very New, and there is something about him that looks exceptionally dangerous.

A massive wolf, he is easily the size of a Midgardian three-bedroom house. His fur is oily black, with highlights of blood and frost that seem to be a part of him. He smells of ashes and death, and the green of his eyes is far too bright, feverish. It's not just that he looks like a dangerous animal, though. His body language, for anyone that knows canines, is tense, fearful, like a cornered stray ready to snap.

Look, he's had a rough day.

The antiviolence field is working overtime on this one, because not only is it protecting the people around him from a sudden lunge, it's keeping anyone from bumping into him accidentally, as if in recognition of his hair-trigger mental state. Even leaves blowing towards him swerve away as if pushed aside.

You know, 'dog' spelled backwards is 'god'.

"What do you do with a broken chain?" Is his question. Yes, he speaks, and his voice rumbles, almost making the ground shiver beneath his paws. "Can you eat it?"

((ooc: Just

coldsong's player here messing around with an MCU iteration of Fenrir, don't ask me where I'm going with this, I'm just going. Please do not pet the doggo, he bites.))

timeywimey_spacestuff

"Well now, this is different, isn't it? Nice place."

The Doctor now walking through the Plaza, hands jammed inside the pockets of his pinstriped brown trousers with matching suit. He just wanted to get a feel of the new world he'd stepped into---or another dimension, since he'd been wanting to meet up with Rose and Mickey back at their flat. But, he'd ran into some trouble with the dimensional stabiliser and--BAM! He'd ended up here inside the Nexus. Was there a reason for this? Perhaps.

He sat at one of the benches and looked up at the sky, noticing a few cloud formations. At least he hadn't ended up on a barren, desolate planet or inside a black hole. That could have been bad. Very bad. This Nexus seemed like a nice place---almost like Earth in a way. Now, to meet the inhabitants. That was the big thing for the Doctor, who was a social butterfly when the need took him. The temptation to visit the many shops, taverns and other such places were tugging at the Doctor, as he directed his question to one and all.

"What's a Timelord to do in a place like this?"

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