Mother always told me to never give away a story for free

[tieflingtarot]

"Honestly, all this bare chest and he hits home right in the fabric..."

Did the demonic looking purple stranger look at all put out by the new locale? Not really, they'd been given a pamphlet that was currently tucked into their belt to be reviewed later. Their attention more focused on the bloody hole in their rather ostentatious coat, lips quirking on a frown as they fingered the damaged fabric lightly, tail twitching behind them in a clear hint of their annoyance.

Really, they're looking rather calm for someone that bloody. When they hear someone coming near they glance up with a jingle of jewelry both in skin and decorating their curved horns, red eyes brightening as their mouth spreads to a cheerfully hopeful smile.

"Well then!" They straighten, something of a showmanship in the shift from grumpy contemplation to sunny disposition but at the same time that shift didn't seem dishonest either. "Hello there darling, please tell me there's some manner of tailor to be found here? As you can likely see I'm in dire need of one."

Clearly this was some manner of weird afterlife, but Mollymauk would be dipped in Fuck No if anyone expected them to wander around with their coat in tatters.

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[coldsong]

Newcomers in the Nexus are par for the course. Bleeding and potentially dead newcomers are also far less unusual than one might expect. Loki has seen a few come and go in the handful of years he's been here--and of course, he was one of the latter once, himself.

Bluish-skinned (purple, but close enough), red-eyed strangers are rarer, and he pauses a short distance away when they speak to him, visibly interested. He's wearing his usual Asgardian guise, but the similarity to his birth-form is notable. There's a slow blink, and he says, "Are you...no. No, you wouldn't be. Never mind. Yes, actually, there's a brilliant tailor in the Plaza but don't you think you ought to check whether you're actively bleeding first?"

[tieflingtarot]

With the amount of blood that had stained both the coat and the formerly white shirt underneath, it's doubtful that this one was anything but dead.

"As if you wouldn't be perfectly aware of where such a preeminent tailor plied his trade, what luck for me," As it was he blinked once, twice in return, before a short laugh slipped from him, amusement clear in his gaze as he nodded. "You're likely right at that though, but well my priorities being what they are..."

It was quick enough work to part fabric a bit more, showing parts of the same peacock tattoo that crawled up the side of his face and neck as he investigated the wound with dark-nailed fingers. "Not nearly as bad as it had been, I've got that going for me today."

As if the injury still didn't look nasty enough, for all the stranger didn't look overly alarmed by it.

[coldsong]

Right. Injured, probably dead, in a completely strange place and his priorities are evidently repairing his clothing and charming the locals. A slow smile creeps across Loki's face. This one, if he stays, is going to get along famously here.

The wound makes him wince slightly, though. "And you're not in pain? Not lightheaded at all?" Hopefully he's not in shock because that's not going to improve any time in the near future. "I hate to be the one to break it to you, but that might not be a good sign."

He crouches a little to get a closer look at the wound, concerned but calm. "I'm honestly shite at healing...if you're recovering on your own power I won't interfere but if you pass out all bets are off. Do you want to sit?"

[chiaro_oscuro]

Ben eyes the newcomer with a measure of sympathy. He'd arrived recently dead, though not bloody - though he considered himself lucky that the several broken ribs and wounded leg he'd died with were healed when he arrived. Others weren't so lucky. This newcomer was one of the unlucky ones.

He nods in the direction of the wound, voice soft. He's surprised the stranger's so calm about such a grievous injury. Fatal, looking at circumstances. "That's an unpleasant-looking wound. I can heal it, if you like." It's a honest suggestion - he's gained enough confidence and enough of his health back that healing a wound, even a serious one, with his powers wouldn't run the risk of killing him. "My name's Ben, by the way. Ben Solo."

[tieflingtarot]

Molly wasn't about to go showing soft underbelly distress in a strange place, without any backup. Not that all of it was caution- the injury wasn't as bad as he recalled it being, and so while it wasn't pleasant, it wasn't nearly as alarming as he'd otherwise find it.

As it was, the stranger's offer just had a brow raising slightly, as the tiefling considered him, gaze skipping over him for hints about him even as he smiled genially. "Ben Solo? Well Ben, I'm Mollymauk Tealeaf and honestly?" He reached to grasp one of Ben's hands in his, wrapping long ringed fingers around it. "That is just such a generous offer, truly a lovely introduction to both yourself and this place and I would be delighted to take you up on that."

[chiaro_oscuro]

Ben shakes Molly's hand warmly. "Good to meet you, Molly - and I'm glad I can help. I was new here, too, once, and my circumstances weren't the best either." He then sets to work with Force healing. This is only the second time he carried it out, so he's a little nervous.

"This looks like something I can fix. I'll just need a moment and some physical contact." Ben gives Molly a nod and a smile before gently pressing a hand to the wound, putting some of his own energies into the wound to close it properly. It won't fix the bloodstain, but it'll fix the open wound, which is more of a pressing issue anyway. When he lifts his hand, he's panting a little from exertion. Not dying this time, but using that particular power always takes something out of the user. "Is that better?"

[silverseamariner]

skekSa knows a blade wound when she sees one. She knows some healing herbs that can fix poisons and other smaller injuries, but this looks like something beyond her power to mend. She clucks in sympathy - both at the grievous wound and at the bloodied coat. Most skeksis understand the value of beautiful clothes, and ruining someone's clothes is simply bad form. Clearly this young man met a bad end in the world he came from.

"There's a tailor here, yes. His name is Alex Needleworthy. He made some improvements to my own clothes." She displays her own coat, a scarlet, well-worn longcoat which goes with her blue-purple plumage. "I have to say, my dear, I do love your sense of style." She tips her feathered hat to the newcomer and bows her head slightly. "But perhaps you might want to get that gash looked at first, lad...?"

[tieflingtarot]

Molly can't help the delighted noise he makes, smile broadening a bit more at the sight of this stranger.

"My word but you look positively marvelous!" He has no hat to tip so instead will dip a sweeping bow, all grace despite the injury. "If you're one to sing his praises then I can only imagine the wonders Master Needleworthy can work with my own clothing."

His smile turns wry as fingers flutter lightly over where the injury was. "I was hoping to kill two imps with one stone, to be fair. Get my beloved coat seen to while I sorted this nasty little cut out."

Little cut nothing. It looked like a goddamn mess, and if this was drawn back from however bad it had been to actually kill him? Well that sure was something.

[silverseamariner]

"It's a pleasure to meet you, lad. Thank you for the compliment on my dress. I am skekSa, the Lord Mariner, but I prefer to be called Captain skekSa." skekSa is very proud of her outfit. It isn't the standard Garthic style that was so popular at the Castle of the Crystal, as created by skekEkt the Ornamentalist.

She knows skekEkt is very proud of their work, but it all seems a bit much - and not just because the Ornamentalist believes that the best art is created through death: ideally, someone else's.

"Oh, it's a delight to be of assistance. You're clearly new here, and I am a seasoned explorer. Not every day you meet a pirate captain, hm?"

skekSa trills a little bit, enjoying the flattery. She is a skeksis, after all, and they love having their egos stroked. "That's a good idea, though I'm afraid there isn't much I can do for that coat. Alex is a miracle-worker, though, and I'm sure he'd be able to help someone like you."

[sohoangel]

Aziraphale stops short at the arrival of the horned person with purple skin approaching him for assistance. There is something demonic about them, certainly, but he's met (and befriended) enough demons by now that he's only a little bit wary. Besides, no one should have to suffer with a giant bloody hole in what otherwise looks like a well-cared-for jacket.

"Er... well, I get my tailoring done on my own world, but I've been told there are some excellent tailors and clothiers in the Shopping District. I was headed in that direction myself, I could walk you there?"

[tieflingtarot]

The man seemed nondescript. Nice, a little soft around the edges, definitely bookish in his well-tailored but comfortable looking suit and tartan bowtie. Something lurking under, like he was tougher than he might first appear. But there was definitely that faint prickle of divinity over Molly's skin as he drew near. Nothing aggressive, more like a part of him, like with Yasha, so it didn't put the tiefling off at all, his smile brightening at the offer.

"You are a gem, my friend!" He exclaimed, all good humor and cheer despite the blood. "I will absolutely take you up on your most generous offer. Does my kindly savior have a name?"

[sohoangel]

Aziraphale smiles, gaze dropping modestly. "Really, it's no trouble," he says, quickly warming up to this polite, affable being. "I'm Aziraphale, a pleasure to meet you... er, might you need some sort of assistance beyond tailoring? There's quite a bit of blood on you as well."

The horned fellow appears so lively and animated that Aziraphale had not taken into account any possible injury. Infernal creatures can take on all manner of appearance, but it would be rude not to at least ask.

[sweetcandygirl]

It only takes one other person wearing a rather ostentatious coat... to bring forth another who wears her own ostentatious fashion. Harley is wearing a coat of many ribbons today. Bright neon pink top. Matching neon green suspenders. And a sparkling pair of striped shorts.

"I have the best tailor in the Nexus." She spins. "Of course, all of this... is my spin on a few things I found. But Alex is really good at what he does."

[tieflingtarot]

"My dear, you are a vision." Molly exclaimed, smile brightening at the sight of the strange woman. Definitely his sort of person in her bright, almost shrieking colors of clothing.

"And you're my current favorite, I would be so very grateful if you'd introduce me to your Alex." Look at his coat, that hole is a crime against fashion!

[sweetcandygirl]

"Of course... of course..." Harley winks at him, with a smile. And rolls closer. He might note that she is on roller skates, with the movement.

She checks out the damage to the coat. And notes the blood. With a gentle movement, she strips the coat off his shoulders. And holds out a roll of bandages (yes she carries those around with her).

"If you hold on tight, I can roll us there in a jiffy..."

[guitar_voodoo]

Well, this bloke looked a bit irate, didn't he? His coat was ripped and he wanted to know where the nearest tailor was. Mick knew of the tailor Alex who Harley had shown his shop to. This might be the best option to help guide the----horned bloke. His appearance causing the human guitarist to stare a little before he coughed softly and began to speak.

"You might want to try a bloke called Alex. He's got a shop here in the Nexus and does alterations and stuff. He could fix your coat."

More staring because blue and horns. Staring is rude, Mick. He offered a shy smile and adjusted his guitar strap on his chest because the blond always carried his guitar around everywhere.

"As for being bare-chested? I like it. Cools you off when you're hot and people like seeing it if you've got a nice chest, like."

He was trying to be helpful at least?

[tieflingtarot]

Staring wasn't a new thing, to be fair. Even if not for the utterly ostentatious flamboyancy that Mollymauk cultivated, a tiefling was not a common sight anywhere. But then the stranger seemed to shake out of the surprise and be offering directions.

A shy smile matched with a dazzling grin from Molly as his attention turned to him as he spoke. "Alex? I'll certainly have to pay him a visit then, see what he can make of this mess I've made of myself."

The commentary about bare chests earned a laugh from him, and an enthusiastic sort of nod. "Exactly! See you friend understand how things work clearly! I've seen an unfortunate thing in some incredibly beautiful looking people where they just hide under high collars and necklines and it's a veritable crime! But then I've always noticed bards tended to be more sensible about such things."

The instrument meant bard, right? Surely so!

[guitar_voodoo]

If Mick had to count how many times he'd just stopped and stared at Nexus residents then it would surely be too many to count. The blond boy from the North of England just struck by just how alien certain people looked. Even though he was in love with and dating an alien himself, it was more of a culture shock seeing the less human looking aliens. This blue creature looked like a man but had almost what looked like goat horns. Definitely an alien.

"Yeah, he's a good bloke. Knows what he's talking about with clothes too. I'm glad you agree with me, mate. I never like going around with a done-up shirt since I find them too restrictive."

A bard? Did this guy think Mick was some sort of bard? Well, he wasn't far wrong since the blond did play a guitar amongst other instruments. Guitar was his first and foremost love though. His '68 Gibson Les Paul being his baby. His pride and joy that he took around everywhere.

"You into music? I could give you a song if you wanted?"

[hesperussword]

Despite snow and the cold of winter, Beelzebub is out in just a kilt and soft leather boots with his swords strapped up between his wings. The wings look like there's blood splattered across the white, though this is just the color pattern of the feathers.

He hardly reacts to the appearance but being called darling gets him to stop and stare with a raised brow. His solid black eyes focusing on the purple person who reminded him of several of his brothers and sisters at once.

"You should use sturdier fabric if you plan to war in it. Otherwise, it's a waste of time fixing it." What use would a new coat be if it was just going to rip easily again?

[tieflingtarot]

Molly wasn't too put off by Beezlebub himself. Some manner of aasimar, if the wings and eyes were anything to go by.

"You know I never really plan on getting in the middle of a fight. Not quite my scene, and yet..." A vague spread of hands in a 'what can you do?' sort of motion, accompanied by a wry grin. The amount of scars crisscrossing arms and neck and chest certainly hinted that he was getting into tumbles more than he might want, as did the scimitars sheathed against his back. "I see trouble and apparently am hells-bent on sticking my nose right into it for some reason. Maybe I should think about something a bit sturdier."

Even if he wasn't sure he'd like it. He was far too attached to his current showy look to truly move to something more practical. "And a waste or no but I do love this coat. Can't bear to have it be another casualty."

[hesperussword]

Beelzebub almost laughed at the idea. "Your clothes and body say otherwise."

He motioned vaguely toward the scarring and tattered portion of his coat. War isn't so put aside by words when it is so obvious someone is into scuffles or full out battles as the case may be. Gazing down at the shorter horned being his lips purse into a disappointed and put out expression.

"A skilled craftsman could replicate this in leather but most don't think it can be and don't try." He almost rolled his eyes at the concept. A master smith and leatherworker himself, he couldn't bear the notion that everything had to be fabric and leather was clunky and constricting.

"It is already a war casualty. Mending will not renew the strength in the weaving." Beelzebub might look like a giant barbarian but he had some skill and this wasn't quite outside his knowledge, especially with the brothers who chose to visit most often.

[valiska]

"A tailor?" Valiska looks up at Molly with violet eyes so wide that her normally slitted pupils are almost as round as a human's and easily twice as large. Both of her ears are pricked, one swivelled directly at Molly and the other askew.

"Seriously? I know you're distressed about your lovely coat, but you're covered in blood!" She's fumbling at the bottles attached to her belt even as she speaks, trying to figure out if his blood is iron-based or not, because that will definitely have some bearing on which of them she tries to pour down his throat once his senses return to him. It appears to be red, but it's hard to tell against his purple skin and the multicoloured fabric.

"What you really need is a hospital, but I might be able to keep you alive long enough to get you there--!"

[tieflingtarot]

"It happens more often than you'd think," Maybe not the most reassuring idea, but Molly doesn't sound too distressed over it. And if she looked the shirt under the coat was white, or had been, the red stain surely a hint towards whatever potion she was looking for. "It's hardly a mortal injury anyways, at least not now. A quick pop in to Bahamut's temple, cross a palm or two with gold and I'll be right as rain, never you worry your beautiful self."

Hope I’m not too late for this party

[itmeanstruth]

Minoru heard the question, and turned around, light on his feet as always. The cheerful smile was inviting and naturally invited one from Minoru as well.

“I’m sorry. I don’t.” He shook his head sympathetically, getting a good look at the reason why the stranger would need one. Something made that hole, and judging from the blood... “More important question, though - are you okay?!”

He was on his way to work, so he was dressed in the usual scrubs. But he had his workout bag draped over one shoulder, and in it, a change of clothes he could offer if necessary.

The party is Eternal

[tieflingtarot]

"A shame, I'll have to go wander and find one. Surely there's at least one or two hiding in a place like this," There was a lot of blood. A whole hell of a lot, and while Molly had wiped his mouth on the back of his hand there were still dried streaks near his mouth, from his nose, and a dried track down the neck from his right ear that he'd missed entirely. Clearly it hadn't been an easy time of things. "As okay as I can be post-skewering in a strange little corner of the multiverse."

Molly would appreciate the offer. He truly would but at the same time as picky as he was about his clothing, the tiefling would rather just stroll off naked if necessary. Not that it was, he still had that ridiculous tapestry in his bag. Long may he reign indeed.