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Aisaak ([personal profile] ablacksun) wrote in [community profile] nexus_crossings2021-05-26 10:59 pm

The Post-Apocalyptic Doughnut Thief

Nothing in Antillioch is clean. Or tidy. Or not covered in a thick layer of desert. Which is why the appearance of a pristine white door that may well lead to some spiffed-up futuristic hospital ward is something of a shock to Zack. There follows a brief consultation with his brother, who doesn't seem to want anything to do with it, as it's so ..spotless, and white, and... ewww. For the two hellgods it's completely out of place and worse. They're so attuned to their hell dimension that anything this hygienic sits in the craw like a stuck fishbone.

Abe, casually examining his fingernails, suggests Zack tries the handle, just, you know, to see if it's locked. We don't want anything pleasant coming in. Stupidly, Zack's curiosity wins over and he does actually open the door a crack... Abe swiftly shoves him straight though it, and the Apocalyptic prince is sent sprawling. He literally faceplants into this new, uncomfortably pure environment.

He's ended up on the main plaza, and lifts his head, not liking anything he sees. But that's Zack all over. He doesn't like anything much. He even snarls at the few unfortunate people closest to him.

Nothing about the Nexus feels comfortable to Zack. Not until he smells something drifting across the plaza. He follows the scent until he comes to a doughnut stand.

Zack is the embodiment of the post-apocalyptic hellscape. He's on nodding terms with all four horsemen, and his own essence combines War, Famine, Pestilence and Death.. or more accurately the after-effects of such things. Away from his own dimension, he feels the hunger of famine, and Zack hasn't actually ingested anything for centuries.

Now he's in the realm of the living, these soft little dough things smell amazing.

He grabs one and tears into it, ignoring the stallholders protests about something like paying, or money, or something. When the stallholder tries to physically take his arm, Zack pulls away, swipes another of the sweet dough shapes, and wrenches himself away from the stand. Zack moves through the crowds away from the still-shouting stalholder, almost bumping into everyone - he's not used to crowds.

And he doesn't understand the concept of theft.

He almost sends some poor person tumbling as he tries to make his exit. But he can't find the infernal door and that stupid sweet-dough-thing person is still on his tail. Zack grabs the nearest passerby by the lapel, demanding... “What's his fucking problem? What the fuck's money? What does that even mean?”


[ooc: Cue argument between your muse, Zack, and the doughnut seller. Mun apologises for his language and behaviour. He's not housebroken yet...]
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[personal profile] the_rebel_son 2021-05-26 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Lucifer has a thing for sweets, or rather his partner does and he is on his way to the newest donut stall. That is when it happens, someone runs headlong into him with a screaming man on his tail.

On instinct all four of Lucifer's wings open to kept his balance, fire briefly rippling across them from his annoyance. His eyes drop to the grip on the lapels of his slim fit black suit. Eyes flickering up to the angry person, the food and then the question; Lucifer gets the idea that this person comes from a culture without money. Humanity has had many of them through the centuries.

"Money is an object of agreed worth that is traded for goods or services to compensate the person doing the work." It was a simplistic but clear definition of money in the angel's estimation. His eyes come down to the hands on him, then the man who is a half foot shorter than him. "Remove your hands."

The voice holds authority as he closes his wings. There's no reason to grab him while asking a question.
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[personal profile] the_rebel_son 2021-05-27 10:30 am (UTC)(link)
The fire leaves a lingering sulfur smell though Lucifer naturally smells of rain, flowers, apple and church incense. However, he is mostly aloof to the situation.

"I would prefer not to be touched by strangers." Lucifer has mellowed some in the Nexus and is very aware of the anti-violence field. All of his motions controlled when his eyes look past them to the stall owner.

"I suggest you pay for what you have taken." Lucifer pauses to glance at Zack. "Bartering is usually as acceptable as money here."

He is not going to stop a thief from being roughed up but he is willing to smooth things over. Now that he has paused he can sense the aura around these people. It's enough to raise his brow curiously. As the embodiment of sin and virtue his awareness is locked on the person before him though he isn't going to read him because Lucifer values individually.

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[personal profile] chiaro_oscuro 2021-05-26 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Ben knows that there are people poor and desperate enough that the concept of paying for things is a luxury. He's startled when the man grips his collar, but he keeps his cool.

"Money's...how do I explain this..." He wrenches himself free, dusting himself off. "It's something we decided had value collectively. Money's given in exchange for goods and services, a trade for their time and work. In most cultures stealing is not socially acceptable."

"If you want, I can pay for some food." Ben had a good day and he's not hungry, and he can guess that this person needs it more than him. "And what you took, so there's no trouble between you and the storekeeper."
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[personal profile] chiaro_oscuro 2021-05-26 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Ben has a good friend who grew up in poverty and scavenged for a living, so he can understand where the stranger's coming from. And habits like that are hard to break. It looks like the man who runs the shop isn't too impressed, though, and they're close to a fight breaking out.

It looks like it's up to him. The newcomer's angry and the shopkeeper's angry, and clearly the two won't come to an agreement. It's ironic that the former Kylo Ren is the one here who is keeping his relative cool.

Ben is not used to being the one to defuse situations, quite the opposite actually - but it looks like he's caught between the newcomer and the storekeeper. And a brawl breaking out in the Plaza isn't good for anybody. He stands up, clearing his throat to draw their attention to him.

"I don't know exactly what's going on, but I'll pay for the ones he took, and for extra besides."

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[personal profile] has_a_phd_in_teddybear 2021-05-27 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
Dean had been making his way to doughy-goodness when he'd seen the guy just grab one and run. An eyeroll to himself later, and he was weaving his way through the crowd, managing to edge ahead of the stall holder and as he caught up to the guy- he grabs his jacket. Okay, first off? rude. He raises his hands non-threateningly, using his eyes to gauge the guy and try to get a read on him, ready to attempt to break the hold if he needed to. His pulse quickens at the thought of a possible fight, but he mentally stamps on it. "Woah, hey. If you're gonna get handsy the least you could do is buy me a drink first."

Dean very deliberately turns his head towards the guy headed their way, an unimpressed look on his face. "Money's what's gonna get that ass off your tail. And when you let me go?" Note the when, not if. "I can pay up for you and maybe explain some things. Well, best as I know 'em."
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[personal profile] has_a_phd_in_teddybear 2021-05-27 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Excuse you?" But he backs up a couple of steps, still ready to hit fight mode if necessary. "I mean, I don't owe you shit, but that's fine. I can always leave you to the guy." He takes another step back to make his point, but with enough weight on the balls of his feet that he'd be able to manoeuvre himself quickly. He continues "see how well you eat and how long you last on scraps if you don't pay the guy. Place like this? Word spreads fast. Some manners might be a good idea."

He's like 90% sure this guy ain't playing with a full deck.

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[personal profile] sonof_mogh 2021-05-27 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
Worf had heard the commotion coming from where the donut seller was and immediately intervened since this was his years of being head of security coming into play now. Frowning deeply, the Klingon noticed the donut seller's plight and saw how angry he was. Then, the new stranger was pulling on the end of his Klingon tunic, demanding and shouting. Worf wrenched his clothes free and grabbed onto the man's arm, almost growling. He hated it when people touched him, especially demanding strangers who happened to be a thief.

"You stole? Then, you are a theif! Unhand me or I will cut your hand off myself."

The Klingon growled and then withdrew one of hie Mek'leth blades from inside the back of his tunic. This man was not from here but that did not mean he had the right to steal. Worf hated thieves since that was the most dishonourable thing anyone could be. A coward.

"Give back the food you stole. Here in the Nexus, you use your PINpoint to pay for items. You should have one. Do this now."

Worf's tone was stern and his deep voice powerful. Not to mention the guy was over 6'4" and made of muscle. He was in no mood for dealing with thieves, not today.
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Oh, it's there. Worf is just giving you a warning, pal.

[personal profile] sonof_mogh 2021-06-06 07:40 am (UTC)(link)
This one is strong and is easily provoked. Right now he's eyeing you up, Zack, wondering if you are a little thief.

"Are you a fool? It is the device you are given once you enter into this place. Did you not read the pamphlet or were you so intent on stealing your mind drifted from it?"

The Klingon's blades were still drawn but by his side as a warning. If this guy tried to run or grab anything else then Worf would leap into action. He had spent a good deal of his life chasing after criminals and bringing them to justice aboard his starship. This was no different. He nodded to the stall holder and was glad the thief had been apprehended.

"Do not do something you will regret. You filthy, P'taq. What would make me happy is for you to abide to the rules here. No thieving. You insulted this vendor and stole his produce. For that I would cut off your hands and then gut you. You may thank this world for their weakness---the anti-violence field. I do not condone it but then I do not make the rules here."

Worf hated the anti-violence field.

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The woman he's grabbed is on the tall side and dressed like she could potentially have stepped through his own gateway. Which she hasn't, but the Wasteland she comes from is pretty rough. As such, she doesn't flinch at the grip, but the way she goes very still and gives him a steely look speaks worlds of displeasure. He has his hands on the buckled strap that holds on the shoulderpad of her left arm prosthesis. This is Not On.

She raises said left arm, clicking the metal claws together twice, quietly, and raises an eyebrow at the doughnut vendor. "Money is a losing battle most of the people here are still fighting," she says.

And then, to the vendor: "You seem to have more balls than sense. You're going to leave your whole stall to chase down one thief? If he has a partner they could already have taken everything valuable you have."

She's not above paying for two doughnuts for the sake of peace and quiet, but she's not ready to offer that yet, either. In the meantime, though, and more importantly:

"You want to get your hands off me before I decide to enforce my personal space bubble."
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[personal profile] eumenis 2021-05-28 12:20 pm (UTC)(link)
After years of visiting the Nexus, Furiosa is well-versed in the way other, softer worlds work. They have their laws and their systems and their thousands of intricate unspoken rules that are so ingrained most people don't even realize they exist. Very few of them apply to her Wasteland and none apply to the Fury Road, because there are no rules on the Road but survive. Often, she's been taken aback by the behavior of these people, who may have come from terrible hardship themselves, but undeniably come from privileged worlds. You have water to drink, to bathe in!

So she gets it, his anger and confusion and ferocity. But it won't do him any good here, him or anyone else. Maybe she can keep him from finding that out the hard way.

She shakes her head at the vendor. He has a point; people expect fairness and civil behavior here but it's only really enforced through public pressure and the antiviolence field. If he didn't stick up for himself, he certainly could get taken advantage of on the regular. It's just that the idea of leaving a kid behind to protect valuables is a little insane. The kid is the valuable. "I think you need a better preventative system," she says dryly. "Chasing people down on foot isn't going to get you much other than blisters."

She's about to add something when the feral (because that's how she already thinks of Zack, though by her standards is only part-feral because he can talk) lunges and makes his odd threat. She blinks at him, then at the flurry of ladybugs, and when she looks at the latter something in her expression softens. They're not edible, but they're kind of sweet. She wonders if they're pollinators.

"...see," she says, "that could have ended badly in another world." But she reaches into a pocket and pulls out a handful of coins of varying universes and values. She picks out a few of the ones she knows are stable and of moderate value and pushes them at the vendor. He'd have to get them exchanged, but it's more than fair compensation. "Here. Go back to your kid. This isn't one of mine, but I'll make sure he's covered, this once."

To the feral, she adds, "No point attacking people unless they hit you first. There's a kind of magic here that prevents you from hurting them."

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He grabs an impossibly frail woman, wrinkling her perfectly tailored pink jacket.

“Money is a currency.” She smiles, after a brief moment of surprise “You are supposed to exchange that for goods and services, such as what you’re eating”

Her words are gentle and kind and calm as she tries to free her lapel. Her words and demeanor, however, don’t seem to fit the darkness surrounding her, it doesn’t hide the death and destruction she tends to leave in her footsteps.

“What currency are you used to dealing in?”
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[personal profile] higginbottom 2021-05-27 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Esther lets out a small shriek as she's grabbed, her eyes wide with fright.

"Oh my God, why are you being so vulgar?" she asks, in a not-entirely-polite way. The tall blonde is more than a bit miffed at being accosted in such a way, and as she frees herself from his grip, she pouts moodily.

"Money is something used to buy goods and services. How did you get so far in life without knowing that?"

She turns towards the doughnut seller's stand, pointing in that direction.

"You need to go and apologize to them," Esther insists.

(ooc: I'm...I'm so sorry for her attitude. XD)

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For someone from a post-apocalyptic hellscape, Molly is a veritable kaleidoscope of color, even ignoring the fact of his obnoxiously decorated coat, from the tattoos, to the decorations he wore on his horns, to the red of his eyes, to the purple skin. He was, at the moment minding his own business, when a stranger, scruffy and grubby grabs him by the front of his jacket.

Molly glances between the stranger, with the pastry crumbs on his hands, and the seller running this way, shouting his protests.

He should likely just smooth things over. Pass the vendor a silver or two, it was the decent thing to do-

But the tiefling was also more than a little bit high right then, and so instead his gaze lit in a way that anyone who knew him would know meant he'd seized on a truly stupid idea, face splitting to a bright, fangy grin as he grabbed Zack by one of his hands, entirely unconcerned by the sticky mess on it as he spun on a heel with a swing of his coat and tail, off like a shot away, with a wild cackle. "Come on, keep up!"

He'd likely come drop some coin off for the poor doughnut seller later once he was a bit more sober, but for now he just wanted to run and this seemed like a great way to do it.
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[personal profile] itmeanstruth 2021-05-28 12:09 pm (UTC)(link)
And here, Minoru thought his shift last night at the hospital had been crazy. All he’d planned on doing was picking up donuts on the way home to surprise Isamu, but instead, he’d walked into something even crazier. Like a starving man stuffing his face with a donut and multiple people screaming about money...

“Easy... easy there.” Minoru’s hands went up after being grabbed. He wasn’t afraid of the stranger, but his heart certainly went out to him. “It’s okay. I got this.”

He shouted over to the vendor, “Can I get a mixed dozen? Whatever’s fresh this morning! And ring me up for whatever he had too!”

Having been a resident (and earning a steady paycheck) here for the better part of the last year, Minoru even had Nexus-specific currency now.

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Soundwave almost doesn't notice that someone's trying to grab him, because he isn't mass-displaced at all right now. He supposes he's a decent choice to hide behind, given that he's much larger than either the person who's grabbing his leg or the person who's running after them.

It doesn't take him long to assess the situation, though.

"Stop," he tells the merchant. "Query: do you wish to lose the value of two pastries, or do you wish to lose whatever else people might choose to take from your open stall, plus the respect of those who value life more than profit? This person is a refugee, and starving."

He looks down at the thief. "Where did you come from, and who are you running from?"

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