Winter tithe

[shardofwinter]

Although the Nexus is generally well kept, this year its inhabitants are a fraction more careful about keeping the paths clear of snow. As if by pushing the mound of white powder to the side they will stop the Nexus from being buried like last year. But as with all places lacking an organised effort, the clearance is patchy. Where some people have thrown out dirt or salt to clear the paths outside of their homes or houses, an equal number haven't. Ice sits perfectly clear over stone and concrete, or hidden under the thinnest layer of snow. All of it a precarious balance of mortal awareness and a Winter spirit's work.

This is one of the few times Reynard walks freely in his human form through the streets. Occasionally someone will recognise him and hasten to take care of their home or pull gloves onto their hands. Most people don't, however. Such is the nature of the Nexus, in a place filled with so many people they don't seem to be able to point to the person encouraging their troubles, even if he has proclaimed it from the rooftops. Once he's done admiring the hard work of some and punishing the negligence of others, he ends up in the centre of the Nexus.

Leaning against a lamp post, he takes his hat from his head, inspecting it briefly before address those passing by. "What are you leaving in the past this year?"

one giant robot meanders in

[debonairsharpshooter]

One of the newest being to arrive in this reality is... well quite frankly hard to miss.  He's roughly thirty feet tall, has huge wings, and is Bright. Freaking. Magenta.

Misfire is no stranger to finding himself in weird situations.  If he had an intergalactic credit for every time he fell into a portal, flew into a mysterious wormhole, or just flat out woke up in a new dimension... well he still wouldn't be like rich or anything but he could probably pay his tab off at his favorite bar at the very least.

So this whole thing wasn't too unusual.  At least it wasn't that weird pocket dimension he and his friends were trapped in that one time.  The one that cursed them all to only speak in song.  Or the one where they were forced to face an immortal space jellyfish god in a game of Jenga for the fate of the universe. 

No this was a walk in the park compare to those.

Just, you know, most everything around here was made for folk on a much... smaller scale.  He spent a while lounging in a parking lot reading pamphlets that were just comically too small for him.  He couldn't stay in a parking lot forever though.  He wasn't a car.  He was jet! Resolved to find himself like a hanger or something he began meandering about again.

For a little while.  A hot minute at least.  Because it wasn't long before his mind drifted off and he started to daydream and contemplate the meaning of the word daydream.  What happened if you daydreamed at night? Was it a nightdream? Would that be too confusing? Weren't actual dream-dreams nightdreams-

The sound of a horrifying crunch brought him out of his reverie. He'd stepped on something.

"Ugh..." he winced.  Normally he'd just whistle and skip off and pretend like nothing happened but it looked like he had an audience this time, "You don't think that was important do you?"

((ooc: Left the object he stepped on vague in case you want to have fun and pick what he stepped on yourself!  Otherwise assume it was like a phone booth, or a hotdog stand or something. ))