Out of Character:
Semi-open. If anyone wants training in dialogue. Initially open to just Kryos.
Solid white.
That is all Logan could see when he opened his eyes, though to be fair that was all part of the process. Anytime he entered the Nexus he always had to endure the annoying sensation of having jumped out of his own body. Many likened it to dying when the essence of a person ascended or descended, but unfortunately for Mr. McCloud death seemed only ever just temporary. Taking a deep breath, he gasped heavily. The sensation of breathing without taking in air was a tad on the jarring side, and it got him every time.
He shook his head slowly, loosing the cobwebs and then looked down at himself.
NO BOOBS!
He smirked. Last time he "jumped" into the Nexus, he ended up with a pair of breasts, and a few other unexpected assets of the female persuasion. It seemed the particular jackass who manned the controls enjoyed toying with the psion. At least, the last one did until he ended up dead, and somehow the Company never figured out how it happened. Lots of blood, but none linking back to the killer. Logan smirked a second time, and then glanced about the area.
Hey hey! They got the whole 'nothing but a white void' thing spot-on. Color me shocked and surprised! Mental note: Give Jack a cookie.
All that remained then was the arrival of his 'student'.