LOLed Mikoto Talks To Kelley Bowers

[Below is an archived version of one thread response to a LiveJournal post here, because LiveJournal became hard to impossible for me to access. Icons and threading not preserved, nor are other peoples' replies.]

[Kelley Bowers (hauntedagent@livejournal.com)]
Kelley enters the Nexus today in a green cocktail dress looking a little worse for wear. It's been torn in a few places, and is splattered with werewolf blood, most of it not from the few cuts covering her. Her hair is a mess, she's missing a shoe, and she has a handgun in one hand and an axe in the other.* She is also not happy.

"Why the hell can I never keep a dress nice enough to wear more then once?" she exclaims as she tiredly collapses onto a couch, wincing as she moves in just the right way to remind her of the chair that'd hit her side in an earlier incident. "Am I just cursed or something?"

"Also, is everyone in New York City evil, or just the people I run into?"

LOLed Mikoto Meets Telrim 4219

[Below is an archived version of one thread response to a LiveJournal post here, because LiveJournal became hard to impossible for me to access. Icons and threading not preserved, nor are other peoples' replies.]

[Telrim 4219 (in_the_cracks@livejournal.com)]
Telrim brings an expression of faint trepidation as she PINpoints into the Nexus. It disappears swiftly as she looks around and relaxes. A little. She glances at the other device in her hand, hits a key to store the data, and stuffs it and the PINpoint into a pocket. Then she edges further to the side of the question area.

“Have you ever been part of a scientific study?” she asks brightly, smiling for a moment. Stalling. It takes her a long moment to get the real question out.

“How do you… deal with the times you lose control of yourself?”

Well, most of the people here are host species: surely if anyone’s used to that kind of thing…