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onewiththerevel ([personal profile] onewiththerevel) wrote in [community profile] nexus_crossings2018-05-05 10:43 am

Bringing in Spring with a worthy revel

[With the changing of seasons, many Nexus visitors are very happy to see the snow melt away and life returning to their beloved home. Spring is here!

It appears overnight: a large pantheon in the center of the Nexus forum, and once can only guess how such a great building was erected without anyone noticing. Atop the Patheon are two golden thrones, adorned with gemstones of great value. No one seems to be sitting there, but they seem to hold a great deal of importance to the cloaked humans who guard the Pantheon entrance.

The land in front of the Pantheon is paved with smooth, old stones in the shape of a large circle. Lush flowers and grass grown along the outskirts of the cropping, full of beautiful and exotic plants. Truly the host of this revel wants even nature to bend before their whim.

On the left and right sides of the sides of the circle are two long marble tables, where different food and drink await those who enter. Freshly cooked meat. Ripe fruits and unsullied wine. Whatever your heart desires, be it simple or sweet, you will be hard pressed to not find it on one of the tables. Near the tables is also a large group of tents, adorned with many plush chairs and sofas for those who like to relax while indulging.

The center of the circle has a large bonfire pit, carved of fine stone, lit with a brilliant (almost unearthly) red fire. Comforting to those seeking warmth or invigorating to the souls of the weary: it carries an important symbol for the revel: let your soul burn as hot as the flames inside. Which, to the satyr, it means that everyone present should be partying and indulging with one another. There seems to be plenty of space for dancing and socializing alike, whatever your preference may be.

The entrance into this festivity is monitored by a group of half-human, half-goat satyr. They don’t seem to be picky about who gets let in, assuming you’re not here to ruin the fun, but it would be wise to check it with them first. This is a masquerade-style party, so all of the guests need masks.

But there can’t be anything possible wrong with such a wonderful party, right? Perhaps things are not all as they seem….]

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[personal profile] themotherofthefuture 2018-05-11 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
A taller woman carrying guns on her back, wearing a blue tanktop and her hair tied into a ponytail, lifted a cigarette out of her mouth. She was uptight sure, but today was worse. She had no idea what time or place she was at.

Worse case scenario, no John Connor either. Where did her son go?

But she wasn't alone as she too, was handed a mask to look at as she eyed the crowds, searching for anyone in particular she knew.
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[personal profile] st_andswithjohnconnor 2018-05-11 01:56 am (UTC)(link)

Kyle's eyes fell on the woman. There was something about her. Maybe it was the guns or the sullen, hard-ass look in her eyes, but she felt familiar. She also looked like she wasn't sure what was going on herself.

He headed over, making himself as small as possible from years of weaving through broken buildings. His shotgun was slung on his back and he wore the Resistance jacket given to him by John Connor when he had been rescued.

"Hey, uh. Excuse me." He walked up, looking carefully at her. He didn't close the distance entirely. "Do you know where we are?"

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[personal profile] themotherofthefuture 2018-05-11 02:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Her eyes scanned the party, noting that there were in fact, no terminators to be seen but as soon as a voice that sounded familiar. "No, that can't be Kyle, could it?". Part of her felt like she was losing it again, the other part felt sort of relieved.

She looked down at the voice, who sounded like a old lover she once knew.

She smoked a bit and let off some steam.

"No, strangely. Not even the date or year."
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[personal profile] st_andswithjohnconnor 2018-05-11 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)

He looked confused, his voice stating with confidence, "It's 2018."

But then Kyle paused as if reconsidering, "...isn't it?"

Maybe it wasn't, considering everyone around looked so... different.

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[personal profile] themotherofthefuture 2018-05-11 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Must be a different 2018 than any of us are used to."

"Judgement day must of not passed here, plus I don't even see any signs of Skynet."

"This place is unlike anything I've seen before, so many different people."
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[personal profile] st_andswithjohnconnor 2018-05-12 01:38 am (UTC)(link)

"Wait." Kyle's whole body seemed to tense and his focus narrowed on the woman in front of him. "Did you say Judgment Day and Skynet?"

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[personal profile] anewhero 2018-05-12 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
Sarah firmly didn't like those two words either.

"I did. I'm saying that none of these events had happened here, so it's entirely possible we might of hit a timeline where Skynet had never come or Judgement day never happened. "

"It's all so much to think about."

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[personal profile] st_andswithjohnconnor 2018-05-13 02:10 am (UTC)(link)

Kyle brought his hand to his head, rubbing his forehead a little. "Wait, wait. I'm still really confused." He looked back at the woman. "Who are you?" Something about her seemed... familiar.

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[personal profile] themotherofthefuture 2018-05-15 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Sarah frowned but blinked "Name's Sarah."
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[personal profile] st_andswithjohnconnor 2018-05-16 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)

"I'm Kyle. Kyle Reese." He held out his hand to shake hers, because that's what you did.