[Little Sunny is in the kitchen, singing the Fibonacci sequence and mixing something in a large bowl. There's a cake pan nearby and the stove is preheating while she mixes. And as soon as she starts the electric beater...

Well, the mess was inevitable. Could anyone expect anything better from an eight year old kid? She may know how to cook but a ( Read more... )

[There's a rarely seen Big Boss hanging around the hallways today. It seemed like everyone he used to know was gone during his long streak of absence, but, in all honesty, that was alright. There were still plenty of more people around; people who he could get to know, as well. Those kinds of things happened. People always come and go. It was ( Read more... )

It was perhaps the last place Fox had expected to find himself during his exploration of the nexus. In hindsight, that was probably foolish of him. But it was strange, to find FOXHOUND's HQ-no, merely a clever replica of it-just as he had left it some two, three years ago. The same, but also unusually empty, like a husk, like the shell of some dead ( Read more... )

[For those of you keeping track, it's December 1st. For those of you not keeping track and who aren't anticipating what's coming... good luck to you ( Read more... )

[Today, dear Nexus, an odd sight ( Read more... )

You've heard of these cafes. The costumes and the themes. But you've never seen one, have you? Never had the joy of being waited upon by waiters and waitresses decked out only in the finest of faux-Victorian style. It's a real treat to see them flouncing about and looking so cute~

So come on by to the Maid Cafe!

[[OOC: I don't know if this has been ( Read more... )

Very suddenly, in the afterglow of a warm Thanksgiving dinner (for those of whom are Yankee bastards), the shopping gates of hell open in the Nexus and in spill NPCs until every nook and cranny of hallway is a bustling like a New York subway ( Read more... )

[For the past five days, the Nexus has seemed... a little quieter, somehow. The kitchens suddenly don't look like a tornado has blown through them around dinner time, and healthy young ladies and gentlemen can walk around with much less potential for harrassment ( Read more... )

[How many of you missed this Liquid dressed like a SEAL ( Read more... )

["Kissing Booth". That's what the sign said, but Raikov didn't exactly look enthused. His hands were cuffed to one of the sign's posts, and there was a small piece of paper sticky-noted to the desk that said he needed a certain number of kisses before the Nexus would so-graciously grant him his freedom again ( Read more... )