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He receives the summons quite soon after he leaves the Nexus, a coded message ordering him back to base. He takes his time replying, as much as he thinks he can spare -- just a few minutes, really, to neaten up and write a note for Hermes. Then he activates his PINpoint, appearing in the designated PIN area, and nods curtly to the guards waiting ( Read more... ) -
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It hadn't been real. That much, Norman knows about the island deathmatch. He might remember it, from the pain of the nanites to the cold press of the gun barrel against the back of his neck, but he remembers so many other things that haven't really happened... If it had been real he'd be dead, and Peter would have been the one to kill him. A bad ( Read more... ) -
[- an oldie but a goodie -]
What are you afraid to say, unless it's anonymous? Say it here. It could be something you're afraid to say to me, to an employer, to a friend or loved one. Perhaps it is something you're afraid to say about your world or the nexus. Perhaps it is a secret you've been keeping. Say it here ( Read more... ) -
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onlystraw: Jonathan comes to look for Norman. He's back, now, isn't he? Why is he still missing? Is he home? Please? He knocks on the door.
osborn_journals: By some peculiarity of the Nexus (and Nexus-exposed properties), there is a nearly always a portal to wherever there needs to be one. Though Norman is hidden away in his study, he is also behind the door Jon has ( Read more... ) -
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They don't know. They don't know, and that's a godsend.
Quite literally, in fact.
For you see, Norman is still missing, trapped on an island with so many others, trapped and forced to do something he can't without horrible pain... While all that is going on, Hermes has ensured that when he returns, his keepers and underlings back in 616, in ( Read more... ) -
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On the bright side, the virus has started to wear off, and people here at base are returning to their usual forms. There's still half a dozen stragglers, but no new cases, so we should be over this by Monday.
Unfortunately, they still won't give me back my alternate's genderswap bracelet. I hate this job. -
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Genderswap virus. Thunderbolts mountain.
Five so far, myself included. Also Baldwin, which I could have lived forever without seeing, thank you very much.
I hate the Nexus, sometimes. Especially when I have to explain it to my bosses.
Hermes, I'm sorry -- I'm afraid I won't be home very much, this weekend. -
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I sometimes think the best move would be to just pack up and leave the Nexus entirely. But you can never block completely, and even if it wasn't for Otto, I've still forged too many connections there. The government has...
...I don't know. Everything's slipping, I feel it like clay through my fingers when I try to tighten my grip, and I don't ( Read more... ) -
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The next goddamn person that talks to me, I am going to bury a letter opener in their small intestine, nanites or no nanites.
...excluding persons living at the temple/my home. And my secretary, I suppose.
But everyone else? Letter opener. Consider this your goddamn fair warning YOU SEE, STARK!? I'M FUCKING REFORMING AREN'T YOU HAPPY?? -
[- locked to friendslist -]
...I need to speak, privately, with someone who has access to various psychiatric medications and who (preferably) has the authority, in one universe or more, to dispense them.
Please.
[- private -]
...placebos. Oh, God.