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[chiron_survivor]

It is starting to dawn on Adia that this might not be the Nexus she remembers.

It is the first time in months that she has been able to leave New Caprica without risking awareness from either the Cylons or her fellow humans. She has never told anyone about the strange, wonderful place she stumbled upon, nor does she plan to. It won't be much help to the colonists, and it'd be a dangerous weapon in the hands of the Cylons.

But in the short time she has been sitting on a stone bench, reading an old paperback, she hasn't seen a single familiar face. And come to think of it, none of the landmarks look the same to her, either. True, the Nexus is always changing, but shouldn't she recognize at least some of it?

Curious, and a little nervous, she gets up and brushes off her dusty but serviceable coat, then walks over to a convenient Nexus computer terminal. That hasn't changed, at least.

How do you go about finding someone that you used to know? When is it not worth the risk to try and find them?

There is no giant blinking neon sign in her line of sight instructing her to ask a question, but she hopes someone answers anyway.

((ooc: Hey everybody, Adia is an OC from Battlestar Galactica, her timeline currently in the beginning of Season Three. I used to RP her at dear_multiverse on Livejournal, hence all the "not the same Nexus" references. She's a human with no special powers. Have fun!))

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[isolatedreason]

Isamu had accepted his fate when he was defeated by his former best friend, but at the same time he didn't. As he had sat there and told him to do as he pleased with his Reason, as he had realized there was nothing he could do anymore to create the world he had wanted, an anger and bitterness swelled inside the pit of his stomach, formed a massive ball until it dissipated into surrender...and then nothing. He hadn't been sure of what to expect after his defeat. Would be be reborn in whatever new world were to come, or be punished for his actions? Would he simply cease to exist?

When he awoke - if that was the right word to use, as he had simply just ended up standing in some unfamiliar area - he thought for sure he was reborn in another world. There were people, tables, seating...lots of seating. And people. It almost resembled how things were before the Conception.

Isamu glances about the Plaza curiously, brows furrowed in confusion and mouth slightly agape in dumbfoundedness. Was this the new world? Was this it? He simply stood there for a moment, probably quite a sight to some. An obviously lost, shirtless teenager with faces decorating his upper body, constantly twisting into various different emotions. Once his frazzled mind calms down a little he reaches out for the nearest person as if ready to grab hold of them, but he doesn't, instead stopping just short to get their attention so he could ask one simple question.

"Hey, do you...remember the Vortex world?"