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"Alright, Nexus." Greetings, Nexus, from one of your… 
18th-Jun-2009 08:37 pm
what fucking pearls
"Alright, Nexus." Greetings, Nexus, from one of your shadow-dwelling vampire friends. Today, Harvestman is not so relaxed; he stands, fidgeting in place and playing with a bandage wrapped around his left forearm. Perhaps he is here for Very Important Reasons?

He's probably just bored.

"Ever had one of those dream jobs? Like when you're a kid and you think you're gonna be an astronaut, an actor, the Next Big Thing." He waved his uninjured hand dismissively. "Or you wanted to be a scientist or slightly more reason, but you got married and had ten kids instead. So what stopped you from chasing that dream? If you had a chance now, would you try for it again?"

((Holy cow guys thanks for being awesome. I shall return after sleep!))
19th-Jun-2009 03:57 am (UTC)
A blue-haired girl has found her way into the nexus as she tends to do on occasion. She's dressed a bit oddly, in a uniform derived from Japanese schoolgirl uniforms but with a shorter skirt and knee-high boots, along with the charms at her earrings, choker necklace, and chain at her waist.

The question makes her hesitate. She watches Harvestman for a long moment while she formulates the right words for her answer.

"Duty," she says finally. "Something else that's even more important, that I can't give up."

There's a pause before she adds, "If they conflict."
19th-Jun-2009 04:02 am (UTC)
Ah, a cute one, although her odd uniformed screamed jailbait. He could say one thing for the Nexus; it sure as hell provided plenty of cute ones.

"Duty to king and country?" he replied with a pleasant smile (it was filled with teeth, overemphasized even when they weren't sharp and pointy. There was nothing he could do about it; it was instinctive now). "Or personal duties?"
19th-Jun-2009 04:19 am (UTC)
The waif considers all this carefully. "I think I 'ad a dream job when I was younger," he says. "Leastaways, I wanted to be a doctor an' I could've taken the practice if it 'adn't of gone to our Uncle with everything else in the trial. But 'cause of the trial, I'm in the 'Ouse now, an' they don't learn you much about doctoring. So I 'elp our doctor when I can an' 'ee teaches me some of what 'ee knows, but 'ee don't like to tell me but you know money to be a doctor an' we don't 'ave none."
19th-Jun-2009 04:28 am (UTC)
Well, that was quite a mouthful for the little guy. Harvestman studied him for a moment, taking in the general appearance (which seemed to be 'dirty' primarily), and nodded.

"They say you can do a lot here. You might get another chance if you keep your eyes open."
19th-Jun-2009 04:53 am (UTC)
"Well," Brody begins, "when I was a kid, I wanted to be a dinosaur, and I have achieved that goal. Underneath this fragile fleshy meatbag body lurks the heart of a velociraptor."

... He might be lying. News at eleven.
19th-Jun-2009 04:55 am (UTC)
"Hey, me too!" Score one for the dreams of a five-year-old. "I was a badass kid, though. Nothing short of a T-Rex would satisfy me. My desire to stomp on my teachers probably said a lot of disturbing things about me, though."
19th-Jun-2009 04:58 am (UTC)
And there is Kalyca, suddenly in front of the man..smiling. Even hovering a bit off the floor. It's a thing she does, don't worry about it. "Hm, no sorry. I grew up wanting to own a bakery and...I now own my own bakery." She says, now tilting her head and flashing that smile again.
19th-Jun-2009 05:06 am (UTC)
He wasn't the twitchiest of vampires, but holy shit, that hovering was freaking him out a little.

"Good going for reasonable goals, I 'ppose."
19th-Jun-2009 05:07 am (UTC) - [anonymous texty text]
Nothing. I chased it. The dream job changed a little over the years, but the all basics are there.
19th-Jun-2009 05:09 am (UTC) - [text of non-anonymous thing]
Ever catch it?
19th-Jun-2009 06:46 am (UTC)
"Jobs, no, I don't think so." See, that was easily handled.

Hello, opilione of the humanoid persuasion, have this bizarre desert-creature to brighten your day. At least today she brings nothing that is on fire. How providential! She will, however, observe this bandage, which was not there before. A change. How interesting. "Ah, the Harvestman has gotten himself injured," the inflection almost makes the statement a question. "How did that happen?"
19th-Jun-2009 06:59 am (UTC)
And at least she doesn't bring other desert disadvantages, such as sunlight and heat.

"Tried to cheat at poker." It sounds like the truth, but you never did know. "I need to stop playing with people who can turn into things with bigger teeth than mine."
19th-Jun-2009 07:31 am (UTC)
That's an interesting one. Huh. Jim's out and about today versus just surfing the Nexus internet feed, and it's safe to assume there's some other Starfleet officer hovering just out of view (unless he's fucked off on his own regulations, which is ... entirely possible, actually).

He's sitting on a barstool, heels caught on the rungs so that he can rest his elbows on his knees, expression thoughtful. "I didn't have a dream job when I was a kid," he admits. "Most of what I did was stemmed in trying to make my mom happy, or making myself feel good. I didn't give the future any significant thought. Life fast, die young, whatever."
19th-Jun-2009 07:35 am (UTC)
Hello, spaceman... Harvestman didn't know the rest of the words to that song. Was that even a song? Maybe he was thinking of Major Tom.


"Did that, died trying. It sucked." To make an unfornate pun, har har. "Seems to've worked out for you."
19th-Jun-2009 08:10 am (UTC)
A teenager with a severe scar on the left side of her face stops as she is making her way across the Nexus. She had not thought of that in years. "I did, actually," she says slowly. "But I gave it up by the time I was six." She could never bear to touch a violin again after the fall. That dream had died, and had never been replaced by another; she had forgotten how to dream, buried beneath her parents' expectations and her anger at the world.
19th-Jun-2009 08:16 am (UTC)
"Six is a young age to give up on your dreams," he replied, sounding almost sad. She seemed to carry a lot on her shoulders, if only just from that.
19th-Jun-2009 01:05 pm (UTC) - [text]
I wanted to be a scientist, but ended up a mercenary and pirate. I don't think I'll have the chance to 'go back' and try it again.
19th-Jun-2009 07:17 pm (UTC) - Re: [text]
You know, most kids would prefer the mercenary and pirate life.
19th-Jun-2009 10:21 pm (UTC)
"It's been a very long time since I had any kind of proper job at all." The Doctor looks thoughtful for just a second before flashing a bright smile. "At this point, I guess what's holding me back from getting one is simple momentum. Travel long enough and it's hard to keep still."
19th-Jun-2009 10:34 pm (UTC)
"Gotta earn your way somehow, don't you?" Harvestman studied the man with interest, unable to prevent the thought nice teeth from crossing his mind.

He could admire a guy with nice teeth. What was wrong with that?
19th-Jun-2009 10:43 pm (UTC)
"I always manage somehow." And there are those teeth again, bared in one of his trademark smiles.

Nine moves to nudge Harvestman now. "But what about you? Young-looking fellow, must have plenty of time ahead of you, how have you done with finding that dream job?"
20th-Jun-2009 03:29 am (UTC)
"I don't know about dream job. I didn't really have options as a kid, mostly I just wanted to be free. And yes, I did get it."

"I own a bookstore now, which is the best. I love books. And I do it because I want to, you know? I don't have to work."
20th-Jun-2009 04:17 am (UTC)
So there's this kid hanging over the back of a chair with his arms dangling down and pink hoodie riding up; sure, he's not who you were looking for but he's vaguely intrigued despite himself. How do you not have to work?

Which ....no, yeah! "How do you not have to work?" Sugardaddies are not a foreign concept for a city kid but that's still a form of working for it.
20th-Jun-2009 08:20 am (UTC)
I don't remember my own childhood dreams, but I'm mostly happy with my current life anyway.
21st-Jun-2009 01:22 am (UTC)
"Got no regrets?" That was a rare one.
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