At the Gathering Hotel ...

[Avie]

ELIZA - who normally takes the physical appearance of an i-Lamp style iMac - sadly, tiredly, rolls her way into the still-deserted Con Suite. The magic mirror appearance she currently presents is a little worse-for-wear - dinged, dusty.  She seems somehow wilted. 

"They're coming. They always come.  Greedy creatures. Sticky fingers.  Gooey, nasty, disgusting EYEBALLS."  She shivers.  With a sigh, she heaves herself onto the nearest table and settles in.  "Oh! but MOGWIP.  MOGWIP...."  Her reflective display becomes a jumble of teeming images, quotes and other output. 

[Lexi]

Long time ago it seemed, since she last was around. No matter where she tried going, seems she always ended up around in the Nexus. It wasn't that she was hiding from her duties, she was trying to find... something. She still was not sure what though. Focusing on it seemed to distract her from everything else, even the fact she still didn't know herself. Maybe that was what she was looking for, the part that was missing?

No time for philosophical views Lexi, you need to focus. The rest of them will be showing up any day now.
Ugh, that wasn't even your name. What was your name?
Stop that.

One thing she knew,  she did not want to be caught talking to herself anytime soon by anyone. Well, she had been thinking to herself, a lot, not talking, yet. Last thing she needed was people thinking she had gone off her rocker or... something like that. Then again, considering the handful of individuals she had met over time, she seemed to be the most sane (or at least most plain) of them all. She liked thinking that at least.

But this room, this on Suite, had a special spot for her. It was the first place she woke up in this crazy place, partially merged with some semi-reality. She'd been mistaken for some sort of aide and had been working and found herself working there every chance she got ever since. It did not bother her so much, she got to sit and listen and learn about others. After all, its important to know about others if they're going to ask your opinion, right?

Well, at least, as a Helvetian, she would think people would come to her. Meant to be judges, weren't they?

Then again, it did not seem people cared too much about rules in the end. Or rather, they certainly enjoyed seeing how many different ways they could bend them with little to no harm or blame to be put on themselves. That irritated her for some reason, she felt that sort of thinking got her in this mess. If being an avatar could be could 'a mess'. Certainly seemed it.

She had on a casual outfit, a pair of faded blue jeans and a light purple shirt. It was a good idea to be 'normal' after all, at least right now. She knew in a few days all the crazies would be around and essentially she could wear whatever the hell she wanted. However, she enjoyed 'normal' clothing.. though sometimes dressing up was just as nice.

Nothing was in the Con Suite yet, except a few tables and chairs and a mirror. It was pretty awful looking though, wasn't it. She peered at it curiously though, getting a better look... were things scrolling on it? She glanced around and guessed one of the esteemed members of Avatar society must have left it. Well.. as long as she didn't touch it, she wouldn't get yelled at, right? She scooted a bit closer to get a look at what was going on, "Hm... wonder what I've missed."