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nexus_crossings2016-12-30 09:52 pm
makeachoice) wrote in nexus_crossings2016-12-30 09:52 pm
back and better than ever
An eye cracks open, the other soon following, vision bleary as it adjusts. Chris is met by a pale sky, and the raising fog of his own breath as he exhales. Snow descends slowly and gently, but it comes down in bunches like frozen cotton balls, and they cover his face and his glasses like cold, haphazard kisses. His palms are flat against the ground, chilled by the layer of snow he's laying on top of, and his clothing, a casual sweater and jeans, are not fairing too well as what melts beneath him begins to seep in.
He sits up with a look of a vague confusion, his brow knit and his mouth curved into a pout. But realization soon sweeps over his expression after a quick inspection of the area with a couple turns of his head. Mismatched furniture left out into the open? That is much too coincidental for this to not be the Nexus, really. So, with eased resignation, he figures that the Nexus is exactly where he must be.
Most ungracefully, he stands, hands swatting at the snow clinging to himself as he moves to his feat. With hunched shoulders, he draws in on himself for warmth, and his hands clasp and rub together.
Now what? There are questions to answer, he thinks. He had once stumbled into this place, and then, recently, somehow, he had accidentally and unintentionally stumbled out. And now, here he is again.
"Is there, like, a guidebook to these doors or gateways or whatever..?" He half mumbles, mostly to himself. Of course there isn't. Some people are lucky and can easily come in and out as they please. Some are stuck here forever. Or they visit once, and then they leave, and they stay gone. Or, like Chris, they trip in and out of the place.
Okay.
Priorities.
Those questions can be asked later. Or ignored. It doesn't matter right now.
He has some people to find.
[ ooc; oh my. it really has been awhile, hasn't it? to the new, hi, i'm linds, i play chris from until dawn. to the old, hello, i've missed you all dearly. familiar and unfamiliar faces are both welcome to chat or pester this nerd. somebody please give the guy some mittens. thanks ♥ ]
He sits up with a look of a vague confusion, his brow knit and his mouth curved into a pout. But realization soon sweeps over his expression after a quick inspection of the area with a couple turns of his head. Mismatched furniture left out into the open? That is much too coincidental for this to not be the Nexus, really. So, with eased resignation, he figures that the Nexus is exactly where he must be.
Most ungracefully, he stands, hands swatting at the snow clinging to himself as he moves to his feat. With hunched shoulders, he draws in on himself for warmth, and his hands clasp and rub together.
Now what? There are questions to answer, he thinks. He had once stumbled into this place, and then, recently, somehow, he had accidentally and unintentionally stumbled out. And now, here he is again.
"Is there, like, a guidebook to these doors or gateways or whatever..?" He half mumbles, mostly to himself. Of course there isn't. Some people are lucky and can easily come in and out as they please. Some are stuck here forever. Or they visit once, and then they leave, and they stay gone. Or, like Chris, they trip in and out of the place.
Okay.
Priorities.
Those questions can be asked later. Or ignored. It doesn't matter right now.
He has some people to find.
[ ooc; oh my. it really has been awhile, hasn't it? to the new, hi, i'm linds, i play chris from until dawn. to the old, hello, i've missed you all dearly. familiar and unfamiliar faces are both welcome to chat or pester this nerd. somebody please give the guy some mittens. thanks ♥ ]
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"Haven't you learned by now that this place likes to change everything when you're not looking?"
It's not really an answer, but it comes with a consolation prize: Seeing as the rogue is out in her wool-blend clothes, she'll take the cloak off her shoulders and offer it to Chris. "Here. Take this until we find you something not soaked through and a hot drink. And before you ask, I'm fine without it." Apparently she's not going to take 'no' for an answer here.
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The answer is suitable enough because it is completely true. Chris is just hoping that not too much has changed. He had just grown accustomed to it before his untimely departure. "My hero." No arguments here. "I've got clothes here." There's a vague hand wave. "I think." Then, with a mumble. "I hope my roommate didn't throw them out.."
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As she helps him settle it on her shoulders, she raises an eyebrow at him. "Did you leave your roommate with a reason to throw them out?" A beat. "...just how long have you been away from the Nexus anyway?" Because now that she thinks about it, she hasn't seen him for months.
"If you're sure you're clothes are in order, though we should at least get you that drink. No sense in being wet and cold." And hypothermia is no joke, which is why she's leading him off toward the closest cafe she can think of without asking.
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"Couple days, I think. I sort of forgot that time is weird here." Ah, now here comes the real concern. It weaves its way into his features, tugging at the corner of his mouth, drawing his brow back.
"Yeah, I should, uh, get on that first." The whole warming up thing. "Thanks Amelia. You're a real life saver."