It's been many years since she's visited this place, and by the looks of it, neither has anyone else. "Is anyone still here?"

Me no want am find RPers and groups.

Am there nothing left to lose?

It's been a very long time since she's visited the Nexus, too long really. "This is probably the most trite question that could ever be posed today, but what are you most thankful for?" Ellie has some answers of her own, ranging from serious to snarky.

Is this place as dead as it looks? *sips his coffee*

--- the United States government averted the Fiscal Cliff crisis by taking more money out of every single American's paycheck, continually from this day forward, while keeping the Bush tax cuts and excluding the rich people from paying anymore money than they ever did before.

Does that seem okay to everybody?

I saw the Disney/Pixar movie Bolt a long time ago. There's a character in it named Blake but I can't remember who he was. Looked it up online but every search just says there's a Blake in the film without saying who it is, what he does.

Who is Blake?

Backstory: Someone faked the death of a girl, who was never real, and moves his information around tumblr.

Most recent link of the "obituary":
http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltmd135jH91r2wr2lo1_500.jpg

Tried googling with no luck. Is there a resource or method I can use to find the account that image is from?

Anyone else been noticing an uptick in livejournal comment spam since this past weekend?

Clark's only half-concentrating on where he's going as he enters the Nexus today, scribbling on a small notepad in his hand as he goes. He looks up and blinks, only mildly surprised to find himself here instead of at his desk at the Daily Planet.

"Deadlines... a fun challenge, or a rush to get everything done in time?"

((Dreamwidth version here))

The DC superhero Captain Marvel swears, most often, by saying "Holy Moley".

What's a moley?

For those who were here last time, the young man in the expensive suit seems much less tense than he was before. He's tapping on a handheld touchscreen device as he enters the Nexus, then casually stows it in his pocket.

"It's my duty to plan a memorial for my late father. I do not wish to spend a great deal of money on it, but it still must look good for the inevitable media circus. I would be open to any suggestions for designs or ceremonies that might be appropriate."


((Dreamwidth thread here))

It’s been a while since Telrim’s had time for anything but business. But there must have been a lull back home, because once again there’s a Controller in the Nexus, quietly watching the people around her. As always the Yeerk is privately sizing them up – hosts, threats, interesting specimens - but her eyes follow the human-looking ones in particular.

She lifts her voice to ask clearly, “How much stock do you place in rumour?”

...pray tell, what's the best way to seduce an Orion slave girl?

Clark rarely looks as tired as he does now. Not a physical exhaustion but a mental and emotional one. And usually there's very few reasons for that.

He's quiet for a long few moments. Then he looks up, face carefully blank. "How do you honor a fallen friend?"

He hesitates, and then adds, "And how would you deal with having been the one to send him to his death?"


((dreamwidth thread here))

There's a shark in the Nexus.

Not just any shark, though. This shark is easily over a hundred feet in length, floating in midair as if in water, tail and fins moving subtly. His skin, covered in a tracery of scars, is bleached-ivory white; the eyes, though, are the same dead, flat black of any shark's; he's not an albino, just white. It is entirely possible that the passage of time has simply leeched the colour out of him, if ever he were otherwise. His jaws work faintly as he gazes around himself, impassive. If this is the Heart of the Sea wizards speak of, it is a passing strange one; certainly it does not look like any of the many descriptions he has heard over the years, from various wizards attempting to convince him of its existence.

The giant billboard in its garish colours means nothing; he is a shark, after all, no-matter how intelligent, and human writing is incomprehensible to him. But he can... hear. For the first time, he hears something else wizards have long tried to make him understand, not so much a voice in the back of his mind as a sudden understanding that might have come from the air: Ask a question.

The Master Shark has never been one to ask or care for the opinions of others, but he's already died today, a small measure further strayed from the path is hardly that great a thing, considering.

'They say...' he uses the Speech when he speaks, which any who listen will hear as their own native tongue, 'that change is... healthy.'

The shark's tone is flat, almost emotionless save for the faint flavour of irony lurking under the words. 'I have lived ten thousand lifetimes of the lesser orders and never did I see any true change, until today. And now here I am. Out of my depth.' The monotone does not waver, nor does his expression, but there is the sense, somehow, in his speech, that if he had eyebrows, one would be slightly lifted.

'What think you, O... Nexus, if that is the name of this place.'

The program standing in the Nexus looks completely unfazed by his sudden appearance here, his expression impassive behind the black sunglasses. He turns his head slowly, looking around. Gears - metaphorical of course, his functions are much more complicated than simple gears - turn in his head.

As a precaution, he takes off his earpiece before asking his question. "Tell me, Multiverse, how much does one owe one's creator? Should one choose duty over . . . " He pauses to give a smug little half smirk, " . . . self?"

The young man who appears in the Nexus today is well dressed in expensive fabrics, a classy signet ring on his finger, and a cool, calculating look on his face. He takes in his surroundings at a glance, and casually slips a PINpoint into his pocket.

"Is it cowardice to run away from an abusive home?"


((Dreamwidth thread here))

It's been a pretty long while since Yugi and Yami were last in the Nexus. Between school and... other happenings (which are the subject of Yugi's question today), they haven't been able to find the time to come in and visit. Now, however, things are in a bit of a lull, so here they are, looking a bit more... weathered than when they were last here.

Oh, Yami also has something new with him: a thin, straight-bladed sword with an Egyptian hilt design belted to his waist.

"So," Yugi says after a moment, "I had an interesting New Year's. Which brings me to my question: How would you react if you got press-ganged into saving the world with a group of complete strangers?"

((OOC: For them, it's still mid-January, which is when I should've posted this. >_> After I wrap up threads on this post they'll be accellerated to the current time of year.))

An important question has returned April to this area of the Nexus. She seems a little nervous, but generally happy. And she finds a place to sit down, before posing her question.

"This might sounds like a strange request... but I am looking for a doctor. Someone who is able to handle 'unique' patients. So does anyone here is a doctor, or knows of one?"

Néo and Pippi are dressed for spring, by the standards of their world. Which is to say, ( not 'dressed' as such.Collapse )

Néo seems to be nerving hirself to ask the requisite question, a process of several minutes' duration. Eventually, just as Pippi is opening her mouth to preempt her husband, Néo blurts it out:

"Is it outdoor sex season in your world? If so, is it public sex?"

(Crossposted from DW.)

Does "cute lizard billy" mean anything to any of you?

Clark's holding a box, though all that's visible inside is some kind of red fabric. He looks contemplative, which is nothing unusual. "How do you know if the time is right for you to do something really important?"

((crossposted to dreamwidth))

There's a six-foot-plus-some young man, seated, and knitting busily.   

"A question.  Okay, how about this---why do strangers keep telling me I'm a horrible person that should go die in a hole?"  

Yes, there is some bitterness there. 

::Schuldig is sitting on the couch of his Nexus living room, eating a Cadbury Creme Egg in a way that'd be suggestive only if you have a perverted mind. Candy dishes on nearby tables featuring Peeps, chocolate eggs, jellybeans, Cadbury Creme Eggs, and chocolate-covered marshmallow bunnies.::

I'm celebrating St. Marks Down Day, a feast day for the patron saint of marked-down holiday candy, so I'm feeling generous. And I'm on a sugar high. What's bothering you, Nexus? I'll listen and offer my opinion on how to get through it.

Also, feel free to take some candy. I went overboard as usual. Have a seat and eat!

Lichtenstein has a cigarette in hand, for a change. A very rare indulgence, but one he is enjoying thoroughly. He takes some time to enjoy it by himself before he even considers talking to people. Eventually he taps his cigarette on the ashtray, exhales slowly, gets momentarily distracted by the diffusion of smoke, and then goes to ask his question. "Do people have a compulsive need to openly pry into a person's life?"

A heartbeat passes before he adds, "And do you find it necessary to trust someone you're working with?"

"Do you bite your tongue if your thought, though rational and only a thought, is cruel?"

"...Is it ever alright to kill someone else?

"Or simply yourself...?"

Uh, hi.

Anybody remember me?

So, there's this face.

( face in questionCollapse )

I can't for the life of me remember who that is. Slightly related, this past weekend I couldn't remember who Robert De Niro was.

He's a model or some such thing like that.

Anybody recognize this guy?

When I was a kid I knew about a couple dozen of my friends' phone numbers but nowadays I can't even think of one cuz I never dial as they're all programmed into my phone.

Off the top of your head, how many of your friends' phone numbers do you know?

If Martians come from Mars, Romulans come from Romulus, Kryptonians come from Krypton: where do Humans come from?

No books or journals today. Just a cup of coffee and a seat. The occasional flick of his wrist to practice wringing moisture out of the air which, when he does manage to get a drop, he freezes. It's a slow lesson.

"How much control do you have to relinquish to lead a 'healthy' lifestyle?"

It's been a while since Clark visited the Nexus, not counting the wedding reception. Today is not quite as happy of an occasion, as indicated by his thoughtful frown.

"What's the best way to deal with an unexpected houseguest? Especially if they're family and you didn't know they existed until yesterday."

Néo arrives in a fetching ensemble of carpet slippers and hir PINpoint wristwatch, but shi immediately picks up a Convenient Nexus Blanket™ and drapes it around hirself so that all exciting body parts are covered, out of deference to the Nexus' sensibilities. Pippi is wearing slippers of her own and an apron. Both look tired but happy.

"To all other parents out there, new and otherwise: what's the one thing you're happiest to have your parents helping you out with? And what's the one thing you wish to god or goddess they'd told you sooner, or that you'd listened if they did tell you?"

Pippi adds, "And those of you trying to manage first-time parenthood without help from any of the baby's grandparents: how do you manage? We'd be run completely ragged if it weren't for Lolo-papa and Mûmû-mama."

EDIT: After a minute or two (or three, or seventeen or eighteen), Néo realizes shi forgot something. "Oh yeah, and those of you who aren't parents: are you excited by the thought of becoming parents, or scared by it, and why?"

A witch appears in the Nexus hub, looking more inconvenienced than surprised to be there. This isn't her first experience with interdimensional travel, and so far no one's shooting her; marking a noted improvement. Besides, something's been weighing on her mind for a while, and this seems like as good a place as any to get it off her chest.

"If you've been putting your trust in someone your whole life and you find out that they weren't who you thought they were..." 

"Does that mean you just dismiss everything they taught you? There has to be some grain of truth there for you to have been fooled for so long." The witch tilts her head a mite.

"How do you find that truth in all the lies?"

Faye doesn't usually ask for help, but sometimes the situation calls for it. Especially when her usual tactic of doing whatever best suits her personally won't quite cut it. This is how she finds herself in the Nexus, all swishing coattails and scowls.

"Is it wrong to wish you didn't care about the people you're responsible for, when the situation would be better aided by you not giving a damn? When you're not supposed to give a damn in the first place?"

"When do you know you are truly free?"

April and Clark are now married. After they attended a reception in Smallville, there was still another to attend. One in the Nexus. This one was set up in a dance club. With the music, drinks and food all set up for those who want some.

So many of their friends were able to show up in Smallville, but April hopes to see just as many here during the Nexus reception. At least during this one... secrets aren't necessary.

Who will be the first to congratulate the new couple?

((open to all. Socialize with others at your pleasure))

The following arrives at as a text message, in an attempt to be anonymous and not worry people at home who are more than worried enough about other things. If anyone with hacking skills gives it a try, though, it wouldn't be too hard to find the message is being sent from inside the Nexus.

Anyone here have any ideas on how to survive being at ground zero for an explosion that can take out a space station?

Or for how to survive free-falling from orbit after that?

When Morgana enters the Nexus this time around, it's with a flushed face, and a nervous look over her shoulder - as if she's afraid of being followed. She seems even more reluctant to turn back towards the Nexus afterward, looking toward the ground with an almost horrified fascination. After a long moment, she speaks.

"If... when one is upset... and angry, and.... desperate... is it... if one does something... unusual, does that..." She coughs a little. "How does one... know if they're... attracted.

To a woman?"

The Czarnian halfbreed in back in this Nexus hub, pacing back and forth. Man, she looks angry.
( Cut for Jelani's foul language.Collapse )

((My dears, thank you very much for taking part. Tagging will become a bit sporadic from now on, as I'll be going out of town for a week or so. But I assure you that I'll do my best to keep at it whenever I can find the time. Happy New Years in advance, everyone!))

Class warefare has been an ongoing popular phrase to toss around in recent times. However, it seems limited as it's largely only being used in one particular direction. The rich want their taxes cut while the not so rich they'd rather pay more taxes. The rich accuse class warfare to any who tell them this is wrong, or suggests that they need to pay more taxes as they can afford it.

What seems to be missed, the reversal, leads to my question: Isn't it also class warfare when the rich expect to be more exempt from paying taxes than those that don't have as much money as they? To have the not so rich and poor pay more than the rich, I mean.

Dwarf, again. The one with the pick.

"So...anyone want te explain why bad young'n's get coal? Or's it jus' a human thing?"

((Inspired by the utter need to reply to a D_Mun thread - http://dear-mun.livejournal.com/44952084.html#t1335019540))

Similar to the 'Kiss the Bride' tradition, is not the kissing under the mistletoe XMAS tradition appropriate as it only happens that one time, in this case once a year, despite any given relationship status?

((Ok, this is an OOC question about an LJ issue. I'm just using this login because it's convenient at the moment and I haven't recovered the password for my OOC one after the last bad computer crash I had. I haven't contacted support (yet) because I'm pretty certain it's on my end and only occurs on this computer.

LJ's captcha doesn't show for me. Not just the image of the two words, but the whole thing. As far as I can tell images and java are not disabled. When I tried disabling java I got text for typing in the two words but still no image. I'm running Ubuntu Linux (Natty Narwhal version), and Firefox. I tried disabling ad-blockers and that didn't work either. From what I've read Ubuntu does not have a default on firewall and I haven't enabled one. I've tried telling Firefox not to use a proxy. So far nothing at all has worked. What could I be missing that's causing this? It's seriously starting to drive me nuts.))

This fellow’s out of hiking gear and back in the Nexus, tweaking the settings on some kind of scanner. And occasionally tugging at the sleeves of his white lab coat, which he’s wearing over his more casual clothes but isn’t really comfortable in. He also has a question of his own this time.

“I am a neuroscientist,” he begins, “and I am curious about the possibilities of this place. Which of you would be interested in participating in a momentary scan of your nervous systems?”

Issek reflects on the peculiarities of humanoids for a moment, and then adds rather indifferently, “For science.”

For the Nexus: one dwarf female by the sign, wearing an impeccably clean pair of -pig tail fiber trousers- and an equally clean -alpaca wool shirt- and looking somewhat annoyed. "Are there any fortresses that actually employ soapmakers instead a' shoving them inta the magma plumbing?" she asks. "And does anyone have a decent barrel a' whip wine?"