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[auseuil]

Honestly, he arrived as if he'd been here before. Indeed, if one wasn't already familiar with the faces in Nexus, the 'young man's' casual demeanor as he just strolled through an open door into the plaza would make it seem as if he'd spent every damn day in here. The attitude of a local or at the very least a frequent visitor, calm and mildly curious as he inspected a vending machine, milled about a screen near the plaza, lightly kicked a few benches, before eventually just draping himself all over one like a gangly teenaged octopus. A soggy bookbag, once slung over his arm, hit the pavement with a wet SPLAP as he seated himself, seaweed wound around the straps and zippers slapping the ground along with it.

The scent of the sea absolutely clung to him, the youth's overall appearance edging somewhere near 'damp'. As if he'd just crawled out of some lagoon, hair a bit too black, skin a bit too smooth. Those eyes just a little too dark. The teeth a touch too sharp. And for a while, he said nothing, apparently content to just take up the entire bench and people watch. A few minutes passed, before finally, at last, the man would speak up, his voice oddly, vaguely melodic and low.

"What's the weirdest thing you ever saw?"

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[wherewere_thespiders]

Well, this creature---person's?--appearance caused the bassist to go wide-eyed a little as he was sat close by on another bench with his bass guitar strapped across his chest. He had been practicing since it was a nice day ready for the next tour date Ziggy and the Spiders had with the other bands. The smell of the sea invaded Weird's nostrils as he wondered if this creature was some sort of sea monster. A mer-man? No, more akin to a fish of some sort.

"I was going to say you but that would be rude. My name is Weird so I can't really say anything."

Ironic but totally true.

[auseuil]

"Nah." Dismissive, lazy, but plenty good natured. The pale young man on the bench flashes a grin. "S'not that rude, I mean it's true, right? Am I the weirdest thing you ever saw?" There was a hint of a challenge in that, an excited, eager little dare. Go on, tell him he was the weirdest thing, if anything he looked almost flattered to think it.

"Your name? Like your name name? Or is it like, a nickname? What's your name name?"

[wherewere_thespiders]

"Weird is my name. I don't have any other name give to me."

It was his stage name but he never admitted his real name to anyone and had no reason to. He liked the name Weird and it kept everyone guessing as to what his actual birth name could be. More fun that way. As for the fish looking guy? Well, he really was a different kettle of fish. Bad pun intended.

"Do you have a name? As for you being the weirdest thing I ever saw? Perhaps. Not that I haven't seen stranger things."

Weird just offered the fish man a stare but did not smile. The bassist was often surly to most unless he knew them well. It was just his way.

[auseuil]

In direct contrast, the Siren couldn't have looked more tickled, the surly look he got only appearing to further entertain him. Even the answer he got didn't seem to dampen the faerie's mood, in fact earning an outright giggle from him.

"That's fair man, that's fair. Y'don't gotta tell me, I wouldn't if I were you either." And yet in spite of that, at the question of his own name, the Siren beamed, flashing a head full of teeth far too sharp for a human mouth.

"Yeah sure man, it's-" What came next was most certainly not what would pass for a 'name', at least as far as human ears went. It was certainly a sound, that was for sure, but an intelligible name with syllables and letters? No, it started with what sounded like the rolling, distant call of some impossibly massive creature, keening, mournful and echoing. Rattling quickly after it in rapid succession was a series of sharp pings, akin to the noise of a glacier melting in fathomlessly deep salt water.

He looked happy with himself as he finished 'saying' his name, pausing for a second before continuing: "But the last guy called me Eddy."

[wherewere_thespiders]

"I am telling you, that's the point. Weird is my real name. I don't have any other name that people call me."

Was the bassist being mysterious? Perhaps. But he was also being very truthful because stage names were real names too. Ziggy had always called Weird, well---Weird, so it fitted? As for this guy? He was odd but not unpleasant.

"Eddy? Well, nice to meet you. I'm bassist for the Spiders of Mars, Ziggy's band. I'm not sure if you've heard of us here or not. We're pretty famous back home on our Earth."

It still felt odd saying Earth as if this was totally normal. Was Eddy an alien? He could be.