What would you do if you met an alternate of yourself?

Would you even care?

Wufei could have found the Nexus sooner - nearly so soon as he'd been goaded into it, even - but his need to be productive caused his curiosity and annoyance to take a back seat to work. Even now he almost doesn't bother yet, but he doesn't have anything pressing and can't make anything pressing, so ( Read more... )

Today, Stigmata's bar is graced with soft piano playing; the piano hasn't been moved into the bar, remaining in an adjoining room, as the player doesn't see the point of that. (There is a jukebox for anyone that would prefer different music; the player wouldn't want to assume what others prefer to hear.) The music is classical to anyone that can ( Read more... )

Holy shit, it's a goddamn bar ( Read more... )

Be afraid, Xanadu: the witch has a motorcycle.

Okay, in fairness, it's borrowed (much to Josephine's intense sadness, she's got to spend her money on other things, like her apartment and piano music and art supplies and the horses and magic supplies and...also, scarily high heels), but for the time being, she gets to play with it. Presently she's ( Read more... )

If multiversal hubs would like to evolve, that's fine - it seems charmingly adolescent, to go from sprawling madness to a proper (if still sprawling and quite mad) city. 'Look at how grown up I am, I have street signs!' Yes, charming, teenagerlike, growing pleasantly and not setting anyone's house on fire or engaging in twisted political subterfuge ( Read more... )

The question-and-answer aspect of the nexus has always entertained Martel - mostly because he's a sick bastard who enjoys other people making idiots of themselves now and then - but it's been a very rare occasion that he'd indulge himself, and rarer still that he'd indulge it stone cold sober.

He'd like very much not to be stone cold sober, ( Read more... )