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Any entries earlier than this were pre-reboot.
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From grand galas to informal gatherings, parties of one sort or another were not an unusual occurrence at the Nexus Hotel. Today was no different, a low-key affair erected in the rotunda of the Italian gardens with the aspiration that tea sandwiches and mimosas would facilitate mingling of the hotel's ever-shifting population.

What was unusual, however, was the inclusion of a wayward, bipedal lizard courtesy of a door standing open on the hotel's facade. Green, spry, perhaps five feet long and roughly as tall as a man, this new guest featured a curved, hard plate across his (or her) forehead that was perhaps indicative of the stubborn nature lurking beneath -- Perhaps because the foliage was so tasty, this little dinosaur resisted all attempts by the staff to corral it back to its home. It would run away from ropes and outstretched arms, knocking over bottles of champagne and destroying the decor before settling several feet away to chomp on some accommodating flowers.
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As he sidles up to the long, polished length of the Smoking Room's bar, Matt is distinctly aware of not being remotely good enough for this particular drinking establishment. Not good in the moral sense—Although that's certainly questionable—but in terms of wealth and entitlement. The floor is marble and the chandeliers have real crystal in them. He's a long, long way from Josie's comforting stench and pock-marked tabletops.

"Scotch and water," he orders as he settles onto a stool, white cane propped against the bar beside him. He sips, wondering how much this is going to cost him, and draws in a slow breath as he listens.

Lavish as this place may be, just like the hotel around it there is more diversity within its walls than most streets in Manhattan. Some patrons lounge with privilege, but just as many are roughly raucous or scented with cheap shampoo. A few lift their glasses with calloused fingers and drink with the deep resignation of the working class. Some, he thinks, may not even be human.

Jun. 27th, 2014 10:46 pm
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It had been an eventful few months.

Was that why Joan found herself in the Nexus, now, avoiding her life? Most definitely. Something had changed with her and Sherlock, ever since she had decided to move out. She didn't know what was going on, but she knew that, logically, she could not build her life around him. Still she wasn't feeling up to letting her life power forward and, even though she still did not entirely trust this hotel, she at least had to act as if she did, and she hoped her life didn't go racing forward while she was there in The Smoking Room, playing crossword puzzles at an empty table.

And, really, she supposed a broken heart was the least of her worries, but she had that, too.

Attempting to distance herself from her life, to gain some clarity, apparently wasn't helping her out, because she just ended up sitting around at the hotel wondering what she could do with herself. She had a bottle of beer on the table with her, barely touched. She had fancied herself to be self-medicating, but hadn't even, really, been in the mood for that. Her eyes ticked over the page. Had crosswords somehow gotten easier in the last year?

Ignoring the little voice in her head that sounded suspiciously like Sherlock and Mycroft combined, she filled out 7. getting better, eight words, with recovery. She looked at it, feeling suspicious. Typical.

Feb. 16th, 2014 08:09 pm
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MacKenzie doesn't make a habit of going through the random doors all that often. She had dragged Will to Disneyland, true, but usually she's content to go back and forth from work to home and occasionally through the rabbit hole to the hotel where she and Will can escape for a little while. MacKenzie loves it. The hotel means there's a place where they can be well and truly alone and now that there's phones, it's not much different - they still can't get proper internet or cell signals and the phones here only serve to make it easier to find one another if they go out on their own.

It is, in a word, ideal. The perfect little hideaway.

Still, MacKenzie is curious about the doors even if she hardly ever goes through and when she finds one that's, honest to god, a gorgeous slalom course with fresh powder and all the Olympic-level gear she could ever want, she has to go in. MacKenzie has always loved to ski and it's not really something she can do with Will on account of his bad knee so she spends hours running the course, hitting the gates on every pass. There's people down there timing her and she slowly figures out this is an actual Olympics practice course and she's apparently entered. This would be strange except it feels perfectly natural, as if she's been training for this for ages. Huh. MacKenzie is sure she's never seen stranger but she's seen enough strange that she's willing to go with it.

She loads herself up in Team USA gear (including a particularly ridiculous sweater) and pushes her goggles back on her head, heading back through the door to the Nexus to find Will and drag him back here. If she's going to win an Olympic medal, she's going to have Will here to watch it. He's not the only athlete around here.

There's snow melting beneath her ski boots and into the fine carpet of the hotel corridor and beyond the door she can hear bells as spectators cheer on and she's one step in and one step out.

Nov. 4th, 2013 01:40 am
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It was easy enough to get turned around in the hustle and bustle of the bullpen when you weren't really paying attention, but Don was pretty sure this went a little beyond accidentally wandering into the wrong office. It was weird - one second, he'd been headed into his office, reading a wire report as he walked (also not his best idea - he'd seen plenty of interns run headlong into the glass walls that made up eighty percent of the office), and when he'd looked up he'd found himself here instead.

And he wasn't sure where "here" was, exactly. It was nowhere he was familiar with anyway.

Taking a second to backtrack, he tried to find his way back, but quickly realized it was pointless. The Newsroom was completely gone.

"Okay," he said to himself, setting down the wire report - it didn't matter where, he didn't really need it right now. He had bigger problems. Namely that he was pretty sure he was finally suffering a psychotic break. It had only been a matter of time, really, with everything that was going on and how little sleep he was getting. He was just surprised it hadn't happened sooner.

What were you supposed to do when you had vivid hallucinations due to lack of sleep, anyway? Ignore them? Play along? What was the protocol?

With nothing else to do, playing along seemed like his best bet, so he set off down the hallway in search of something or someone familiar.
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A large, decorative sign situated prominantly in the lobby reads:

The Nexus Hotel
proudly presents its

Formal Reception
Nexus Dining Hall
6 PM - Midnight

Monster Mixer
Nexus Basement
8 PM - 2 AM

Masquerade attire recommended for all guests

Most of the chairs have been removed from the Dining Hall to allow for ballroom-style dancing to the orchestra set up on the far end of the room. A polished cherry wood open bar is aligned along one wall. The adjacent Bistro is open for the duration of the formal reception, serving gourmet hors d'oeuvres.

Downstairs, the basement's largest storeroom has been converted into a spooky nightclub, complete with DJ, dance floor and cocktails.

Oct. 14th, 2013 07:39 pm
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When he was younger, when Camden and his mother and his father (so, everyone, basically) was still alive, they'd gone to Disneyland the once. At the time, Isaac had been too young to appreciate a happy, shiny family, but he looks back on that and wonders why the hell he didn't pay attention to the fact that his father wasn't throwing glassware at the walls and his mother was happy and Camden was living and breathing. So Disneyland had lived grandly in his memory as a beacon of a shining time.

It's been pulled out from memory, though. He'd been with April at the hotel, still trying to avoid reality and the implications of what his new feelings for Allison meant for his friendship with Scott (which didn't even touch on the pack implications) and suddenly instead of wandering into his room to grab a jacket, he's staring at the entrance to Disneyland.

It's Disneyland. For some reason, he's opened a door to the happiest place on earth, which is almost a cosmic joke considering who opened that door. It hadn't taken him very long to find a brick to prop the door open before grabbing April's hand to tug her through the door. It's like a switch has gone off. Before, in the Nexus, Isaac had still been trying to shake off all the bad things that had piled up in his life, but here? Here is where Isaac is happy without consequence or reproach or the fear that sharp, glass things will be thrown at him as soon as he gets comfortable (at least, not unless the Jungle Cruise gets pretty intense).

"Where to first?" he asks April, as soon as he's shaken off the very last of his worries that this is somehow a trick. "My only veto is Haunted Mansion," he warns, not knowing how the hell the wolf is going to react to all of that.

Oct. 4th, 2013 04:21 pm
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When she was working on both of her dissertations, Sloan had been a chain smoker. One cig right after the other, the glowing cherry of the soon-to-be-forgotten first lighting the tip of the next. A sharp inhale, smoky goodness filling her lungs, and then long exhale – the better to savor it all.

The day Sloan received her second doctorate, she quit smoking. Cold turkey, even. Most people think it can’t be done, but Sloan never followed the crowd when it came to, well, everything.

It really wasn’t that difficult for her to quit. As with almost everything else in her life, once Sloan put her mind to it, she simply accomplished it. End of story.

She hadn’t thought about nicotine, cigarettes, Camels, smoking, Zippos, or anything remotely related to smoking in years…

Until today.

Today wasn’t bad as far as days went. Stuck in a luxurious hotel with people way more interesting than her, she couldn’t complain about much. (Well, there was that painted guy who leered at her every morning when she got her coffee, but Sloan was fairly confident that a swift kick in the shins followed by a fast run would do the trick if he stepped over the line from leering to actually scaring her.) The food was good, a lot of the people were nice to look at (She was dying to feel that Thor guy’s arms. They looked massive!), Will and Mackenzie were here, she could visit the spa whenever she needed a pick-me-up…

In spite of all that, though, today made her want a cigarette so damned bad that she could practically taste it.

This morning, day 34 of being a (stuck) guest at the hotel, Sloan woke up with an ache deep in her chest. She missed ACN. She missed the news. She missed her financial reports. Hell, she even missed Zane.

Sloan missed everything about her job so much that it nearly physically hurt. There wasn’t much she could do about taking that twinge away, but she could smoke a cigarette. It would keep her mind off of the fact she was stuck here, and that she can’t do what she does best.

So, Sloan hauled herself to the shop to purchase a pack of smokes and a shiny new Zippo.

Taking her new purchases up to the smoking room, Sloan found a prime seat near the stage. After sipping the bourbon she ordered in honor of Charlie, Sloan packed the box of Camels and removed one. A flick of the lighter, a deep inhalation, and suddenly Sloan was transported back to Duke as if it was yesterday and she had one day to revise a 100-page dissertation chapter for her advisor.

Sep. 30th, 2013 11:08 pm
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September 15th, 2013 | Nexus Hotel

Back home, Will realizes there's something he absolutely has to do, only MacKenzie is nowhere to be found.

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See, this is what Danny gets for not looking up. This is what happens when he's so preoccupied with not making a hundred tiny little typing errors on his incredibly tiny phone. Instead of showing up at headquarters like he's supposed to, he wanders through a door and ends up standing in a hotel lobby that looks vaguely familiar. That'd been about a week ago and now Danny's been wandering the grounds with his phone in hand.

And yeah, see, the whole 'no signal' thing makes sense given that he comes outside every day and stares at the floating rocks in space. Danny's obviously going to have to redefine his concept of 'making sense' because he's in a hotel in space and it's not the first time, but at least he hasn't been shot this time. Even though it's been a week, that doesn't stop Danny from wandering around the grounds, jabbing at the phone with his fingers as if he'll manage to get a signal and try to get Google Map directions from Chin as to which door is going to open up and bring him home instead of continuously showing him to a hotel bedroom that looks more Tarzan than it does actual hotel room.

"Hey!" he calls, when he sees someone walking through the gardens, cautious to stay away from the hedge maze (he has read Harry Potter thanks to Grace about a dozen times, he knows what goes down in those things). "Hey, you know anything about technology? Cuz me, me, I don't, I'm terrible with it, but what do you say you help a guy out, huh?" he asks, with his best smile.

Aug. 20th, 2013 10:08 pm
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August 16, 2013 | Nexus Hotel bar

Will loses someone important to him and finds a way back to the hotel. MacKenzie isn't far behind.

All Ages
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The black sign positioned in front of the Dining Hall's main entrance reads:

New Guest Reception
6 PM - 8 PM

All guests welcome

In the Dining Hall itself, the chairs have been pushed up against the walls and the long dining table turned into a buffet stocked with finger foods. At the far end of the room is a small bar serving beer, standard cocktails and non-alcoholic drinks.

Aug. 6th, 2013 09:57 am
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Nick's mind was all about the evening he had planned. Just two quick stops - one to the Compound, the next to the Hub - and then off to the hut Melanie shared with her sister. Melanie was a practical girl, not really into a lot of the romantic trappings some were, but he was willing to bet that she wouldn't mind a picnic dinner on the beach at sunset. And if she did, he thought with a smirk, she wouldn't be shy about telling him so. Might earn him an eyeroll, or maybe a scoff. Twisted as he was, he almost hoped she put up a fight about it. He'd watched the sunset from the beach more than a few times since coming here and it never failed to impress him. It'd just add to the fun to watch her grudgingly admit that the picnic had been a good idea.

Then, if they happened to take full advantage of a dark, deserted beach? He certainly wasn't going to say no.

Still laughing to himself, Nick pulled open the doors leading into the Compound and stepped through.

He stopped stock still when the door closed behind him. This wasn't the Compound. This was different.

Different wasn't all that new to him. The island had a nasty habit of shaking its residents up by radically altering their environment. Victorian London, New York City, rampaging sea creatures that didn't exist in nature. All of that was par for the course; the dues paid for being granted a blank slate. Something, maybe the shiver of fear up his spine, told him this wasn't the island craziness fucking with his head again.

He took a deep breath in, exhaled it slowly. "I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore," he muttered to himself.

Alone in the corridor, he hadn't expected an answer. He got one anyway. "Not even close, Nicky. Welcome back."

With a supreme effort, Nick forced the unwanted voice back and looked around wildly trying to figure out just what the merry fuck was going on. When the answer didn't flash in neon on the wall he tried asking out loud.

"What the merry fuck is going on here?"

Aug. 5th, 2013 06:02 pm
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August 2nd, 2013 | Nexus Hotel

Will and MacKenzie come from two separate places in Manhattan but both end up in the same doorway. Much frustration ensues.

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