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Text to the Nexus:

I'm looking for someone: a nymph called Ryan. I'm hoping that someone here knows him, or that this wil reach him. Thank you.

/Lucian

Lucian was a city-boy, but from time to time even a city-boy could start longing for the peace and calm of nature. Having been home from the hospital only a few days, he felt like hardly more than a shadow of himself.

He tiredly rubbed the pads of his fingers against his chest as he went to find his PINpoint. He could feel the stitches under his shirt.

A short while later, he walked through an area of the Nexus that was covered by a forest. He walked slowly, feeling stiff and weak. Soon enough he had to sit down. Thick moss made the ground soft and a tree served well to lean his back against. He sighed and closed his eyes, for once glad not to hear the sounds of the city.

The place Lucian PINpoints Ryan and himself to is to a lagoon. All blue water and sky, white sand and green palmtrees. It's pleasantly warm and a nice breeze blowing.

"Do you like it?"

Tugging lightly on his goat-tee in a thoughtful gesture, Lucian studied some papers strewn out on his desk. Expenses and profits for his club in San Antonio: Locura de Luna. It really was a nice club, that. Well established with a good reputation. But, in the world of Lucian Howards, everything was for sale. And since someone had expressed interest in buying it…

He pressed a button on the intercom. “Cin? Can you come in here for a moment?”

A night of wine, women and song, in the form of going to an industrial/gothic nightclub with Moxie. If Lucian could get the moron of a manager at one of his companies to get with the program and hang up so he could finish getting dressed, that is. He was currently standing in the middle of his spacious victorian-styled living-room with his cell-phone pressed to his ear, dressed only in a pair of leather pants and dripping water on the floor from his recent shower.
"Mike, I really don't see why you can't fix this problem yourself, instead of calling me. That's what I hired you for. Alright, I'll come down to the office tomorrow and we'll sort this through. No, I don't have time for this right now." Pausing, he gave a sigh as he listened to the man on the other end of the line. "For Christ's sake, Mike, the company is not going down the drain. It's not even that big of a problem, definitely not big enough to make me come down to the office this late. Calm down, do what you can and make sure you have all the paperwork in order when I get there tomorrow. Yeah, see you then. Bye."
He sighed again as he hung up. "Incompetent moron..." he muttered and walked into the bathroom to dry off his hair. It was almost eight o' clock, and he was running out of time before Moxie would get there.