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[nobody_youknow]

A boy in his late teens, easily overlooked, wanders down a gangplank and looks around. His large eyes are gray, as are his clothes, and his haircut seems self-administered. Looking around the Nexus--the people more numerous and varied than his home town, the sky even stranger than that over Guhlheim, if less hostile--he reaches the only conclusion

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[vicioussweetie]

His question gets a giggle out of the redhead seated nearby.

"This isn't America, darling, which I suspect is part of why they never warned you about it."

[nobody_youknow]

He gives her a curious look. "It isn't?" His tone seems to ask, "but, where else could it be?"

"Oh."

[vicioussweetie]

"Sorry. Even America isn't this crazy. This is the Nexus."

[nobody_youknow]

He considers that for a few moments, sucking on his teeth as he does. "That's not in the lists," he finally concludes, almost cautiously. "What is it?"

[random_xtras]

"T'ain't America, b'y," says a sixteen foot tall robot in the voice of a girl of sixteen. "Yer in t' Nexus."

[nobody_youknow]

He looks up, and up. "You're not in the lists--who are you?"

[random_xtras]

"T'name's Hormah." She hunkers down to look at him more closely, disclosing the fact that there's a smaller femme of around five to six foot sitting on her shoulder. "'N t'is's after bein' me sister Pink."

Pink is pink. She has big blue eyes and beeps excitedly as she waves to the boy.

Hormah tilts her head and studies him herself, deedling to herself thoughtfully. "So who're ye? 'N what?"

[nobody_youknow]

"Bod," he answers, and "I'm a boy." Pink receives a "hello" afterward.

[tastes_of_honey]

Because it isn't America. You're in the wrong place. "They" probably don't know this place exists.

[nobody_youknow]

"Maybe not," the boy replies thoughtfully. "I don't think it's in the lists."

[tastes_of_honey]

Probably not. The place surprised the hell out of me when I first arrived. It has its compensations though.

[nobody_youknow]

"Oh? What does it have?" Ah, the eternal wonder of youth.

[hungry_noteyes]

"Since When Was This America?"

(OOC: Because Ali-mun suggested it.)

[nobody_youknow]

"I'm told it's--" Bod gets a look at who's speaking, and swallows. He grew up with the dead, but a face like that is all kinds of disturbing. "...not. What are you?"

[hungry_noteyes]

"Nightmare."

[nobody_youknow]

"Ah." Bod swallows. That's--actually, hang on, he's pretty certain that is on the list. Miss Lupescu, he decides, hadn't done that bit justice.