TIEMPLOT!
Something has started happening in the Nexus. Time here is an awkward thing at best, flowing faster or slower than in a given dimension, being manipulated to age or youthen visitors for a brief periods (or even permanently), but by and large its passage is ignored, as it often is anywhere else.
Well, not today. Today the nexus has begun overflowing with time. It swirls around portals and couches alike, shifting the landscape at random until entire sections of it begin morphing into a Heian court, a Roman brothel, a 1920s speakeasy, a discotheque, the command deck of a 24th century space ship, and other, stranger things.
The effect might even be considered pretty, even as it starts affecting more than just the passive scenery. Trees shrink to saplings and a hapless roving Ceratosaurus shrinks into a goose and flies off in startled outrage.
Then again, this is the Nexus, so even the strangest shifts in reality can go unnoticed for quite a while. After all, any weirdness that doesn't get in one's way really isn't one's problem, right?
"τέκνα!"*
That would be the sound of an annoyed Greek god of the forge, who has shuffled awkwardly out of his cave in the side of this volcano here in the _theoi area of the map and now seems to be yelling randomly at the Nexus. ...Which seems to be even crazier today than yesterday. Huh. Well, weird time fugue or not, Hephaistos has work to do, and he built his golden assistants to help him do it!
"WHAT ARE YOU PLAYING AT DOWN THERE, NEXUS? And have you seen my automatae? Gold women, about this tall." A little on the short side, maybe five feet. C'mon, women made out of gold, even down there that's got to be at least a little unusual!
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* Trans: CHILDREN!
Well, not today. Today the nexus has begun overflowing with time. It swirls around portals and couches alike, shifting the landscape at random until entire sections of it begin morphing into a Heian court, a Roman brothel, a 1920s speakeasy, a discotheque, the command deck of a 24th century space ship, and other, stranger things.
The effect might even be considered pretty, even as it starts affecting more than just the passive scenery. Trees shrink to saplings and a hapless roving Ceratosaurus shrinks into a goose and flies off in startled outrage.
Then again, this is the Nexus, so even the strangest shifts in reality can go unnoticed for quite a while. After all, any weirdness that doesn't get in one's way really isn't one's problem, right?
"τέκνα!"*
That would be the sound of an annoyed Greek god of the forge, who has shuffled awkwardly out of his cave in the side of this volcano here in the _theoi area of the map and now seems to be yelling randomly at the Nexus. ...Which seems to be even crazier today than yesterday. Huh. Well, weird time fugue or not, Hephaistos has work to do, and he built his golden assistants to help him do it!
"WHAT ARE YOU PLAYING AT DOWN THERE, NEXUS? And have you seen my automatae? Gold women, about this tall." A little on the short side, maybe five feet. C'mon, women made out of gold, even down there that's got to be at least a little unusual!
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* Trans: CHILDREN!