A Change of Scenery

[Serial Martyr]

A pale, ragged looking man materializes near the Fountain, with a great iron rod stuck through his chest. At the moment of his appearance, he's standing on his feet, but he immediately slumps to the ground.
"Oh, this is exciting. I'm not usually the one that gets moved around, y'know..." the man says softly to himself.

He lays there for quite some time, watching other beings come and go, giving a soft hello to any that greet him first.
"Oh!" he says, "I've just realized that I'm not nailed down!" He looks at the broken end of the pole, sticking out in front of him. "This is my chance, I think."
He pushes himself up against the ground, grabbing the edge of the fountain to provide support. He's not accustomed to exercise, and it takes several minutes before he's fully upright. He tries to stand up straight, but immediately falls forward. The end of the rod catches on the ground and prevents him from falling the rest of the way.
"That's close enough, wouldn't you say? Closer than I've gotten before, certainly..." he says, again to himself more than anyone else.

He takes a cautious step forward, the rod scraping against the ground as he moves. Then another step, and another. The man continues to walk along, making a slow circle around the fountain. He quietly marvels at his newfound mobility, and continues to observe his surroundings, walking around and around.

[Serial Martyr]

Eventually, his attention turns away from his surroundings and he starts to think about recent events. Still trudging around in a wide circle, he begins quietly thinking out loud.
"The fellow from earlier said that I was 'interesting.' I can't imagine how... Maybe he knows something I don't? Ha, but that'd be silly, how would he know something about me that I don't? I've spent more time with me than anyone else has, I'd say I know myself through and through. I suppose it could just be that I'm more interesting than I think. Being bored is, after all, hardly the same as being boring."
He thought back to the other information he was given.
"There was also the... Omnilium, I think it was? He made it sound rather important, I suppose I should try it out."
He slowed to a stop, and started to concentrate. Nothing happened. Even after several minutes, nothing was happening. Suddenly, the Serial Martyr started to chuckle quietly to himself. "It would help, I'd think," he said between breaths, "if I knew what I was trying to make, wouldn't it? Let's start over."
He thought about what sorts of things he might desire. It was surprisingly difficult. When you've spent your entire existence nailed to a floor, you get used to it. He finally settled on something to make.
He began concentrating again, and a colorful orb appeared and expanded to surround him. A few minutes later, it faded, and revealed that many of the holes and tears in his clothing had been repaired.
"Oh, that's certainly very neat," he muttered, "I'll have to remember that."
He looked around at his surroundings again. Most of his attention before had been focused on the Fountain, and on other beings in the area, and he had failed to realize that the Nexus was as barren as his original home.
"This surely isn't all of it... if it is, that Omni fellow certainly has some strange tastes," he thought aloud. "I suppose I should go find something, then."
He turned to face away from the Fountain, and began walking.

[Serial Martyr]

After trudging through the void for quite some time, the Serial Martyr reached a landmark, a great arch, woven of still-living ivy and other plants. He began muttering to himself again. "Plants are certainly nice... I've only really gotten to see them a few times, but there's something nice about them."
He walked up to the arch, hesitated for just a moment, and then decided to go through. This was the direction he was going, and he was going to stick with it.

Reality seemed to fall out from under him.