Why look, there's a lanky man in his mid-twenties who's wandered into the Nexus. He's tall, dark and seems a bit in need of a shave, and once he gets a good look at where he's ended up he looks terribly confused. This is definitely not his closet. Nothing close. So what the hell is this--oh look, a sign. Those are always quite helpful--not.
"Why do people obey that thing?" he asks, after a little time spent observing people who seem to do as the sign tells them.
"...and is there ever an appropriate time for cannibalism?" Hey, when in Rome...
(( Cross-posted to
sages_of_chaos and
dear_multiverse ))