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[anoldtrickster]

Someone's propped up a few crude wooden signs throughout the Hub - broad arrows on them, all pointing down a single hallway, and in smaller writing under the arrows 'CENSUS PLEASE'. And there - well, it's not quite an office, but Wednesday's set up a primitive desk and chair of the same make as the signs, with a pile of empty data-slates.

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[novawatcher]

Unable to quite suppress her curiosity, Lacaille had followed the signs as soon as she found the first one, and soon came upon the census setup. With Haro bounding behind her, she peered at the data slates, then at the man who'd presumably set it all up.

"Oh, this is a great idea," she remarked with a broad smile. "Have you got any responses so far?"

[anoldtrickster]

Wednesday peers at the robot-thing curiously, stretching a bit - he was leaned back in his chair in a way that suggests he'd have had a hat tilted over his eyes if he even had one. "You're the first, my dear," he says with a spry smile, and for just a moment the old man seems as if he could so much younger than he is. "Might I have your name?" he says, sliding one of the slates smoothly between his fingers like some esoteric magic trick, producing a matching stylus from nowhere with his other hand.

[novawatcher]

"Andromeda Lacaille Adair. I usually go by Lacaille, though."

"Haro!" Haro interjected at the peak of a bounce, at which point Lacaille grabbed it with an indulgent smile and tucked it under her arm. "Quiet mode, Haro," she said, tapping it, and the flickering of its eyes slowed to a steady blink.

With that settled, she turned back to the census-taker. "What information are you collecting? I've been trying to keep track of everyone and their worlds, but it's a little difficult without a proper database..."

[anoldtrickster]

Wednesday notes this on the slate, looking from it back up to Lacaille. "As much as I can, actually, within reasonable bounds. Gender, place and date of birth, current age and last residence, species and-or ethnicity, religious affiliation, marital status, level of education, profession... and anything else people are willing to share." He takes in a breath after rattling that all off. "If you're willing, it should only take a minute or three."

[waylostandfound]

Nathan stopped in, and eyed the one eyed elderly gentlemen behind the desk.

"We got a census bureau now?"

[anoldtrickster]

"Indeed we do," Wednesday says with a friendly smile. "Might I have your name, if you'd be willing to volunteer your information?"

[waylostandfound]

He stepped further in, striding in.

"Yeah, I'm Nathan Petrelli, and who are you?"

[anoldtrickster]

The man notes that down. "Wednesday," he says pleasantly, as if the name isn't strange at all. "Your current age and date of birth?"

[flunkingspanish]

"So that's what happened to all the furniture," Paco said, jerking his head at the arrows and signs posted on the wall. He picked up one of the data-slates and scanned the first couple questions. "How's your temple-undecorating project going?"

[anoldtrickster]

"Oh, fairly well, but I thought I'd get a bit of a side project going, too," Wednesday says, gesturing vaguely. "If there's anything connecting all of us, I'd like to find it. It might give a better idea of why we've been stuck here."

[flunkingspanish]

"Natural awesome?" Paco suggested with a grin. What, it could be true. "I can probably answer any questions about Jaime; we've known each other since we were kids. What do you want to know?"

[anoldtrickster]

Wednesday offers another of the data-slates, his big, solid eyebrows going up. "Well, if you wouldn't mind filling out the same information for him?" he says. "It is something of an interesting line of thought. Narrative structures can be very powerful."

[cursed_chimera]

"What's all this, then?" Alright, so Zel was at the point where he would mutter to himself. It wasn't as if he had much else to really do.

The signs had caught his attention, and finally curiosity had gotten the best of him. How many people were in on this, really?

[anoldtrickster]

"Hello again," Wednesday says with a smile, offering Zelgadis one of the slates, complete with information form ready to be filled out. "I'd like to see if I can find some common element between all of us here."

[cursed_chimera]

A common element? Between all of them? It seemed far-fetched, when you started factoring things in like alternate worlds and universe. Zel took the odd, alien notepad and absently turned it over in his fingers, studying it without really seeing it. It bothered him to know that it worked, but not how it worked.

"I'd guess that everyone here has seen strife in their lives at one point or another, but then again, who hasn't?"

Some of these things.. he wasn't sure how to answer, or even why. It wasn't like any of these people knew the country where he was born, or would have even heard of their religion, for that matter!

Though the answers he did put down would probably surprise anyone; he was young, barely twenty years old. Not to mention the single word 'human' was stubbornly placed under the species column.