"What is the most painful injury you've ever had?
"And how did you get it?"

This Controller is lounging in an armchair and keeping a sharp eye on each and every passerby. If you consider that last time eviler!Telrim came to the Nexus she wound up being giftwrapped and posted back to her own ship, it's quite understandable. Nonetheless she's relaxed, sure that there won't be a repeat of that incident.

But she's not forgetting it in a hurry.

"Would you trust yourself?" she asks thoughtfully. It seems relevant.

Her eyes narrow for a moment, staring into space. "And how would you deal with someone who's being uncharacteristically whiny?"

Hank has a question for you. He's faced a lot of resistance in his time as the Cyborg Superman, and his entire disposition has stemmed from the simple fact that (he believes) Superman wronged him so viciously. He's in his favorite chair, asking, "How long do you hold a grudge? Could you harbor ill feelings for someone forever, if they truly deserved it?"

Something like a man strides into the Nexus, amid a tumult of winds and the crack of thunder. The very air around him seems to scintillate, and his stern gaze is as much of a lash as the scepter he carries. He allows a moment for his presence to be felt before he speaks. His voice, like his face, is sharply cut from the stuff of dreams: "who has been placing doors where they have no right? Someone must answer for it."

A blindfolded J is tossing coins into a cup on a table a little way from him. More accurately, he's attempting to toss coins into a cup blindfolded, but the growing pile of coins around the cup indicates he's not being very successful. But it's not like it can hurt, and there's got to be a trick to this thing. Practice makes perfect, right?

"Why..." Another metallic noise as another coin fell on the floor. "...don't you tell me three bad things about you? And... Now tell me three good things about you. Or try anyway."

He smirks and aims another coin. "Alternatively, what's something you've always wanted to tell someone? In general, or someone specific, doesn't matter. Look, I'm even all blindfolded for it."

A slight clink when the coin lands on the table and he frowns. "Wait, did that go in the cup?"

The area around the Sign is much the same as it always is, except for a single moment when the air seems to flicker and tremble and then it's not.

And then it is again.

But judging from the man on his knees before the Sign now, it seems the Nexus has felt the need to drag a new arrival into its midst.

( Large amounts of blood and a call for any Final Fantasy-type magic. Probably a bit disturbing, hence cut. )

((Despite any impressions I might have given, he's not beyond hope. It's all fixable. It'll just take some doing. But he'll be glad for any effort at all, really...

Mun might respond slowly, just so no one thinks they're being ignored.))

( Why I'm asking )

Is there any way to track down a MySpace account with just a photo from it?

Today Sora is frantically attempting to brush what appears to be soot off a usually immaculate outfit.

"What is the strangest thing to happen to you outside the Nexus?"

Faye looks... rather content, and wearing her costume here hoping to show off and attract attention. ...It just so happens that she's dressed like a cat-girl maid of all things.

"Hey Nexus... is hedonism really all that wrong as... certain people keep saying? Life's too short (for us mere mortals, natch) to just... sit out of it."

A face that hasn't turned up in the Nexus for a while is here again. Agrias strides in with her hand resting casually on her sword, a wee little dragon twined about her shoulders and chittering at her every so often, to which she'll give it a rub behind the eyeridges and smile as it coos in delight.

Her question just so happens to be about the little dragonlet, as well. "Might there be any sort of being here who knows aught about caring for a dragon whelp? This little one seems to have become...rather attached to me--" Quite literally, from the way it's settled comfortably about her. "And I've honestly no idea what to do with it."

The dragonlet, uninterested in questioning, yaaaaawns a tiny curl of smoke and politely demands more petting.

Aion wandering around listening in on questions, but not answering anything so far. With a thoughtful look he asks of no one in particular, "How do you give advice about risky endeavors to someone who is constitutionally incapable of taking risks?"

Yes Telrim, that's to your address.

"As a possible alternate question, what do you consider to be an unacceptable risk?"


((OOC: Topical yet utterly OOC link is: here))

In one sense, Telrim doesn’t look much different than usual – her host is the same and she’s wearing a business suit as she sometimes turns up in. On the other hand, she doesn’t normally let herself look so… unhappy. Oh, she’s trying to keep a lid on it, but her expression is strained and there’s something about the way she’s pacing back and forth with her hands in her pockets that says Hello, I am conflicted today.
 
“What would you do,” she says slowly, “if you realised that something you’d been working for was wrong… that what was happening couldn’t be allowed to go on… but you didn’t want to betray the people around you either?”

Yes, of course it’s hypothetical, why do you even ask.