Dear Multiverse

simply_ellie — Wed, 12 Jun 2019 01:42:19 GMT

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?"

Goodbye, where nobody at?

batzarro — Thu, 15 Jan 2015 06:11:12 GMT

Me no want am find RPers and groups.

Am there nothing left to lose?

simply_ellie — Fri, 29 Nov 2013 02:20:40 GMT

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.

the4thman — Sat, 17 Aug 2013 04:49:17 GMT

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

Let me see if I've got this straight --

victor_szasz — Thu, 03 Jan 2013 14:51:18 GMT

--- 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?

Blake

victor_szasz — Thu, 20 Dec 2012 20:57:25 GMT

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?

tinyeye.com didn't help

victor_szasz — Fri, 07 Dec 2012 18:26:15 GMT

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?

Irky is irked

victor_szasz — Tue, 06 Nov 2012 07:14:51 GMT

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

kalel_ofkrypton — Thu, 11 Oct 2012 23:36:52 GMT

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))

this has bugged me forever.

victor_szasz — Wed, 03 Oct 2012 06:16:11 GMT

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

What's a moley?

clark_luthor — Sun, 30 Sep 2012 22:19:21 GMT

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))

in_the_cracks — Wed, 01 Aug 2012 17:20:48 GMT

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?”

Boldly going where no Bamf has gone before...

bamfs — Tue, 24 Jul 2012 06:57:42 GMT

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

kalel_ofkrypton — Thu, 12 Jul 2012 22:31:38 GMT

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))

thepaleslayer — Tue, 10 Jul 2012 17:08:37 GMT

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.'

viralagent — Mon, 09 Jul 2012 01:11:15 GMT

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?"

laceandsecrets — Fri, 08 Jun 2012 06:06:22 GMT

The young blonde woman looks around in shock. This is not the ranger's station. This is not even the forest outside. She's disheveled and dirty and deprived of sleep and rather certain she's officially gone insane.

"Where the hell am I?" (Her accent definitely pegs her as a Boston native, to those who would be familiar with such.) Another look around prompts another, more urgent question. "And where the hell's my brother?" Oops. Now she's about ready to panic.

clark_luthor — Fri, 08 Jun 2012 01:21:08 GMT

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))

twinpharaohs — Fri, 25 May 2012 06:11:34 GMT

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.))

slayers_desire — Tue, 08 May 2012 00:16:28 GMT

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?"

So bring your favorite lady...

futamura_neo — Fri, 04 May 2012 15:51:07 GMT

Néo and Pippi are dressed for spring, by the standards of their world. Which is to say, they're wearing sandals and sun hats and carrying small purses, but are otherwise in their natural splendor.

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.)

once more unto the breach

victor_szasz — Tue, 01 May 2012 03:19:33 GMT

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

kalel_ofkrypton — Sat, 28 Apr 2012 16:57:24 GMT

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))

thneed_need — Tue, 17 Apr 2012 11:47:20 GMT

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.

Unburden Your Soul and Chow Down on Some Candy

tastes_of_honey — Tue, 10 Apr 2012 03:50:58 GMT

::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!