Of Pies and Promises.

[delphicbooksandbaubles]

 Right then might as well give it a shot. She thought as she scans the area of the spots near the couches that's not in the way of any shop etc front and begins to set up the folding table and put a nice fall design cloth table cloth over it before adding the sample trays and pies from the box Dor was carrying with a grateful smile. "Thank ya Darling." She murmurs lovingly. "My pleasure, milove." the tall blonde replies lowly a playful glint in his sea blue eyes. Before they continue setting up the pies, goodie baskets some set aside under the table hoping certain persons might be in the Nexus some time and a clipboard  with divided up sheets. 

Dor sets up a pair of folding chairs and pulls one out for her. She smiles and gently pecks his check as she sits down and then ponders for a moment before asking. As she folds her hands on top the table. As Dor leans back in his a bit his hat tilted up a bit and a friendly smile on his face. She lets out a fortifying breath, and asks, "Does any one have any favorite treats or holiday time crafts or even a recipe etc. They'd like to share?" She asks warmly and hopeful. Before adjusting the plates holding an array of fruit pies like apple and pumpkin to lemon and chocolate. 

+1 you asked for this

[sharpeinolds]

"Question."

Right to it! When did this man get here? Where did he come from? You wouldn't think someone that heavily laden with pouches and obvious ammo and weaponry and two stupid swords on his back could move so quietly but... well here we are. Just sort of there, and with a pamphlet in one hand, and a PINpoint in the other. No doubt standing just barely outside of the realm of 'too close for comfort' to his new conversation partner.

"Well actually, multiple questions."

Multiple questions that were going to be happening without taking off the mask either, way to engender feelings of reassurance and trust in perfect strangers, Wade.

"One, can I sync this up with my phone? I like... just got the new iPhone, just got it, I have to justify buying it over the Galaxy phone, so please tell me I can sync them.

Two, how strict are they about this no violence rule? Look, I'm absolutely not going to run around punching people in the head, that's rude and inconsiderate and also I'm an X-Man now and X-People don't do that. So I'm told. Usually.

I mean it kind of depends on where you are at the time.

There was that one time.

Multiple times.

Look, in this iteration, we don't randomly start fights for no good reason. I just need to know that if in the case that some heads might need to get punched, how likely is it that I'll get into a lot of trouble?"

+1 nightmare

[commentatertots]

[This sucked.

Like it hardcore blew a big wet one. There he was, riding high with a super great host, defeated Riot's stupid sucky plan, and now he was here, where he had to move himself around like a plebe.

He wasn't dying at least. That was a good thing. But still. He liked his Eddie. His stupid nervous twitchy Eddie.

Where was he? There was no way he'd leave Venom to his own devices, which just had the blobby symbiote quivering slightly on the table he'd dragged himself on top of to get a better look at the place.]

Eddie? Eddie! Eeeeeeeeddie!

[What was calling out? Sure wasn't the black sticky mass was it? Except if anyone got close enough, it would be rearing itself up and OH HELLO HERE IS A FACE. ISN'T THAT NICE. Venom tilted it's 'head', arranging it's wide fanged mouth in the closest he could get to a smile that really wasn't helpful for making him seem at all comforting to be near.]

Where are the bad guys?

[He was hungry! And if he only ate the bad guys even while he was on his own maybe it'd help Eddie feel less nervous about him being out to play.]

Or fuzzy things.

[Okay he wasn't a saint.]

Leather and fine wine

[shardofwinter]

The days are getting darker, the air has started to bite. Naturally this means that a certain Winter spirit is starting to brighten. With Hazel's beautiful influence all around him, he's been spurred on to keep busy and ready himself to do an equally (if not better) job. While people may have seen him marching around the Nexus, often with full arms, today he's taking the time to stay in the Nexus to do a little work. Back on his world the weather took a turn into torrential rain. Here, however, it's dry. Cold, blustery, but dry.

Reynard has his trademark leather coat spread out on one of the tables in the Plaza. Two pairs of boots are waiting on the ground, one pair noticeably newer and smaller than the other. His feathered hat rests on one of the chairs, carefully weighted down with a brush. Perhaps it's no surprise then that Reynard is dressed rather lightly then, with his coat all laid out. It's around this table that Reynard moves, brushing and wiping and occasionally taking a sip from a cup. Those who approach will be met with the rich scent of mulled wine and the more cloying smell of whatever he's using to treat the leather.

Finally he pauses for a moment, thinking over his cup before asking, "What is your least desirable quality? What could you stand to improve about yourself?"