WHY CANT I LEAVE!!!!

[The Rogue]

Connor jerks upright form a laying position.
“I hate this place…”, he grumbles.

He draws his legs in, so he can sit comfortably. He listens to the slight gurgle of water and looks behind him, he sees a 4 foot cube shaped slab of brownish pink granite, with a 4 foot sphere of the same material. The sphere rotates along a diagonal axis, the surfaces is smooth and gives a sheen from its water powered rotation. The patch of granite looks mightily out of place here in the white expanse of the Nexus. He sits calmly in front of the feature.

“Well, since I am here…” He touches his thumb and forefinger together…..he waits a few seconds and nothing happens….

“W-what?”, he questions. Then he moves his hand and can't feel the wires and holo generators he usually does.

“Hell no, I am not going to summon the HandPad into my skin, that's gonna hurt!”, Connor thinks for a minute and then starts gets and idea.

’Hmmm how about a keyboard on the back of a glove, and said glove generates a holoscreen?’

He lays down and focuses on his left arm.

“Okay, here goes nothing”, he closes his eyes and starts to mentally picture the glove.

[The Rogue]

Connor feels his energy envelop his left arm. He takes deeps breaths, trying to focus. The gray but iridescent Omnimilum seems to come out of his pores. His body twitches as the adaptable element trickles across his body in its fluid state. The multicolored glow of the element brightens as it incases his arm. A small smile plays on his lips as he feels the Omnilium shrink and contract. The muscles in his arm twitch as the material transforms into cloth. He feels the glove grow heavy as its electronic components are formed.

Connor's eyes snap open and he blinks, “Well that took about a good three to five minutes”, he says to himself. He sits up and powers on his Computer Gauntlet(™), the holoscreen pops up and the date catches his eyes.

“WHAT THE HELL? IT SAYS THAT THREE DAYS HAVE PASSED? HOW LONG WAS I DREAMING? THAT WAS ONLY A DAY???”, he yells.

“Oh hell no”, he mutters, “Man I wish I was back in Tyros….”, he complains to nobody in particular.

He searches for a messaging application he saw on his first day in the Omniverse. “Now what was it called? PesterChum? No...wait PesterOmni! Ah! There it is!”

He opens the application and starts typing.