Enter, stage left
Brad Crawford--a Brad Crawford, anyway, if such a distinction is meaningful for someone like him in a place like this--steps into the Nexus, and stops. A curious look passes across his face, slowly fading into a distant, calculating semblance of a smile, and after a moment he walks very deliberately and for no obvious reason 15 paces to one side before turning to address the Nexus. A careful observer might note that he never once so much as glances at the helpful welcome sign, but what that may signify is left to the imagination.
Hello, there; interesting place you've got here. But let's get down to business, shall we? ::with a slightly malicious turn to his smile:: My question: do you believe you have any control over the course of your life?
Hello, there; interesting place you've got here. But let's get down to business, shall we? ::with a slightly malicious turn to his smile:: My question: do you believe you have any control over the course of your life?