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Merle skitters into the Nexus, finds a comfortable chair to curl up in, and pounces it. Once the chair has been well and truly conquered, she spends the next few minutes fussing with her hair. Only when it's all laying just-so does she deign to speak. "How can I get people to leave Lord Van alone? Especially the crazy ones. He has enough to do without crazy people asking him to do crazy things."