Amen, I'm alive.
Cureall has been walking about the Nexus for some time, gathering up the many new supplies avalible because of the many worlds avalible. She may be humming a familiar tune as she does this, if one listens to Nickleback.
She stops and shifts the box containing her treasures to a hip and adresses the nexus. "What are your feelings about celebrating the dead versus mourning them? Which do you think is the most appropriate way to honor the ones who have gone before?"
She pulls a bottle out of the box and examines the green liquid within it. "Does your world have something that is not avaliable anywhere else?"
She stops and shifts the box containing her treasures to a hip and adresses the nexus. "What are your feelings about celebrating the dead versus mourning them? Which do you think is the most appropriate way to honor the ones who have gone before?"
She pulls a bottle out of the box and examines the green liquid within it. "Does your world have something that is not avaliable anywhere else?"