((Interlude))
::Schuldig is lying across a green loveseat with his long legs dangling over one side from the knees down. He's wearing blue jeans, black leather boots that go up to his knees, a "Run, Motherfucker, Run" t-shirt, the healing bracelet from killwithmymind, and the red leather kitty collar he'd meant as a gag gift foral_notfullmetal. Sometimes the bell on the collar jingles a little bit as Schuldig breathes. His eyes are closed, and his hands are crossed atop his chest.::
::He's feeling out into the Nexus, its people and its Portals, riding the shifts, floating on the tides. A black hole of nasty-tasting angst that was fogging everybody on the event horizon is gone now. Some people who left are back but not all.::
::In the end he's still not satisfied, still bored, still unsettled. What the hell is missing that's bothering him so much? Annoyed, he Portals himself and his chair back to his room in Tokyo.::
::He's feeling out into the Nexus, its people and its Portals, riding the shifts, floating on the tides. A black hole of nasty-tasting angst that was fogging everybody on the event horizon is gone now. Some people who left are back but not all.::
::In the end he's still not satisfied, still bored, still unsettled. What the hell is missing that's bothering him so much? Annoyed, he Portals himself and his chair back to his room in Tokyo.::