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Any entries earlier than this were pre-reboot.
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Outside of the Nexus Hotel, waiters and hotel staff had begun to set up the umbrellas and the tables in the middle of the day. Soon, it became clear that something was happening in the shadow of the Nexus. White tablecloths were draped on the tables and drinks and food were brought out with the help of several waiters and servers, staffing tables with hot and cold foods beside bartending stations. Summery drinks in bright, neon colors are laid out one by one and soon, the afternoon light casts a radiant look on the scene.

Music plays faintly in the background and a note at the front desk invites all the Nexus guests to head outside and join in on the summer party, which promises to continue going as long as there are people to stay and continue keeping the warm atmosphere rolling.

On the lawn, social games had been set out -- lawn bowling, croquet, and tables were set up with chairs for anyone who didn't quite have the will or the spirit to get into such games. Soon, a small number of people had begun to mill around, but as with all parties, there's always room for more.
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Chiana walked through the gardens, black eyes wide as she took in the strange array of alien flora. She had never seen flowers of such colour as this one, or one that smelled as sickly sweet as that one, and what of these strange vines? Inside the hotel, she felt on edge, surrounded by too many people, most of them those humans that looked exactly like Sebaceans. Peacekeepers everywhere, how could she not be on edge.

But out here, it turned out, she could relax. There was nobody that might harm her, and nobody she might need to take advantage of. Just plants, and her. She followed a strange yellow and black striped flying bug as it flitted from one flower to the next, her lips stretched in a smile full of wonder. If only Nerri were here to see this with her…

She stopped where she was when she caught sight of a field, and in it... What kind of animals were these? There were a few of them, four-legged and big, even taller than her when they raised their heads, grazing in that pasture. They came in different colours as well and, before she'd really decided to, her feet had taken her to the edge of the pasture. They seemed so peaceful, but she didn't dare vault over the barrier, wary of creatures she did not know. Some would turn on you in an instant.

She shifted her balance when one of the animals headed her way; she was ready to flee. A curious tilt of her head, but the animal just stopped in front of her, on the other side of the barrier, and watched her placidly. She shifted her balance again and leaned closer, extending a gloved hand to pat its brown coat. The animal sighed out through its nostrils, but let her. She smiled again and stepped closer, laughing her shrill little laugh when the animal nudged his nose at her hand. "You're a bossy one, what do you want," she asked it, delighted, and resumed petting it. "Shame the microbes don't work on your language, huh?"
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The bizarre-looking figure moved through the hallway, uncertain of where he now was. He resembles a centaur of myth, but is decidedly different at the same time. He stands on four hooved feet, the deer-like lower body rising upward in the front to a humanoid torso and head. His face has no mouth, and along with the two eyes on his face, there are two more on stalks atop his head. They swivel and turn, taking in nearly everything around him at once. His muscular tail is held high, the sharp, scythe-like blade ready to defend him should it be necessary. Blue fur covers most of his form, with patches of tan on his chest, hands and face.

Ax recognizes this as the inside of a human-made building, like a hotel, the temporary housing humans sleep in while traveling. What he cannot determine is how he got here while leaving Cassie's barn. He suspects it's the Ellimist, or perhaps Crayak; either way, he does not like it.

< Prince Jake? Cassie? Rachel? Tobias? Marco? > The thought-speech is private, as it's safer. But there is no answer. < I do not know who has caused this, but I do not like it. I demand to know what has happened! > He calls, angry. Still, no one answers him.

He continues to look and step carefully, unsure of what he is experiencing now.


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