nexus_crossings | New interesting place to explore

New interesting place to explore

Waylon has decided to take his Tardis and go exploring during a rare time of vacationing from his music career on Earth. He didn't feel like going to a world either he has been too or have been too with his two perma-companions Hank Jr and Willie Nelson. Really they are more like his boyfriends, but he calls them that interchangeably because its pretty much true. Hell Waylon had taken them to his home planet of Gallifrey to get the Council to grant both of them a regeneration cycle.

So he set up his Tardis to just take him to a completely new world. One where he hasn't been to before. He always love exploring new places and as always open to the idea of either moving to a new place for him and his boyfriends sometime in the future or getting one as a vacation home if he deemed it safe enough for them.

He felt the Tardis land and walked around, looking around for signs of any immediate cause for concern. Thankfully he found none and set out to walk into the city, noting that it was very nice looking right off the bat and it was such a nice day too.

"What exactly is this place?" Waylon asked in a wondering sort of tone.

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"Interdimensional nexus point," answers the robot soldier on patrol nearby. Despite the futuristic plate armor she wears and the pair of guns clipped at her back, her voice is friendly enough. She nods to the new arrival. "A meeting point for different universes, depending on how you prefer to call it. Good news is, if you can keep your eyes open and you don't mind things getting kinda strange, it's relatively safe for humans."

A meeting place for different universe, huh? That was a definite reason to keep exploring. This place was sounding more interesting already and he hasn't even been here that long. He smiles friendly and nods, "Thank you ma'am. That is good news, I have a couple of close friends I would like to bring with me next time. And I don't mind strange at all, I'm a Time Lord I'm used to strange," Waylon laughs lightly, "My name is The Balladeer, but you can call me Waylon, what's your name ma'am?"

"Guardian Blaze-37, of the Last City on Earth. Most people here just call me Blaze." She nods to him. "Good to meet you. I keep an eye out for any serious threats around here, so if you spot any, heh, shady business, you can let me know."

She looks him over thoughtfully. "So, what is a 'Time Lord'?"

"Nice to meet too ma'am," Waylon nods back, "Will do. A Time Lord is basically the ruling class of the planet where I come from, Gallifrey. Some of us are considered renegades like me, my ex-wife Jessi and another Time Lord called the Doctor. We also have time machines called a Tardis, it allows us to travel through time and space," Waylon explains before he offered with a smile, "If you would like to see it I'll be happy to show you."

"...Well that's a hell of an offer." Her optics flicker as she takes all that in, considering him with a frown. "Wouldn't mind taking a look at a machine like that, I've got to admit. Just, uh- why exactly are you called a 'renegade'?"

Waylon starts to lead the way to his Tardis as he heard her question and though of his reply for a few seconds before answering, "A couple of reasons, Gallifreyans make art and music via computers completely. No guitar, no drums and I wanted to explore music that wasn't done solely mostly on the computer at least. I wanted to play an instrument and sing, the musicians on Earth do that so I decided to stay and make my career singing down there. The other reason is I don't like how corrupted the Gallifreyan government is."

He finished explaining just as he made it to the semi truck disguised Tardis and opens the door, showing the inside which definitely didn't look like how one would expect the the inside of a truck to look like, "Here she is, Amanda. That's the name I've given my ship here." He clarified, pausing to let her on first before following in after.

"Well, I'm with you on the music." She keeps pace with him easily, scanning the street ahead for any sign of the strange and powerful vessel they're going to see. "Nothing quite like the old crafts. Seems kind of harsh to label you a renegade for some honest dissent."

Different worlds, different expectations, she supposes. Just how different is something she's about to learn. She hangs back a pace as he stops at an old-fashioned-looking truck, tilting her head a bit in confusion.

"That, uh. That's a truck." But she'll come over and peer inside anyway, to be obliging. Then promptly jerk in surprise before she climbs in. "What- how far back does this go?"

"Yeah, the other Time Lords on Gallifrey are set in there ways," Waylon says going up to the console and leaning on it a bit, watching her take a look around.

"As far as you want it to go ma'am, its endless. Time Lord tech. You can get lost for a while if you ain't careful navigating though which is why I tell anyone I bring on here to not go to far off down the corridors."

She's looking over the controls curiously, tilting her antennaed head back to take in at the internal architecture, strolling around the control room so she can peer down one of those corridors. Right now the armored soldier looks a more like an excited kid. Even her Ghost can't resist coming out to see: the tiny, silver pointed robot materializes next to her and darts over to peek at the control console. It gives Waylon a shy sort of look.

Blaze keeps doing the talking. "Endless? You mean it's a whole self-contained universe in here?"

"Well I wouldn't say an entire universe but it's big enough to hold an entire city yeah and for a human to get lost in forever, but I tell anyone regardless of species to be careful anyways." Waylon explains in a matter of fact but friendly manner, "I don't really know the limits myselfs, all I got is one main corridor with the rooms I need with a couple of short hallways on the life and right that I use for storage mainly."

"At the risk of being obtuse, what isn't this place?"

A well dressed Asian man has a key dangling from his keyring heading toward the busier parts of the Nexus when the new arrival speaks up. He stops in his tracks and turns to face the newcomer instead. The bakery would wait a moment.

"It's a meeting point between worlds and times."

Waylon had to refrain a bit from rolling his eyes a bit, so he doesn't know? Does a person have to immediately know what place they are at exactly upon their first visit to said place? At least he prefaced it with what it said as opposed to just outright saying it.

"That sounds mighty interesting," Waylon said with a friendly smile, he had always loved exploring new places. If anything cinched the fact that he was going to explore more of this place, it was what how the other man described this place, "My name is the Balladeer but you can use Waylon if you want."

"Suou Katsuya. Most here call me Katsuya."

He bobs his head, a shallow bow in way of greeting before bending over to pick up a fallen welcome pamphlet that litters the Nexus plaza like paper snow and offering it out for Waylon to look over.

"It's a pleasure, Mister Weilan." Excuse his accent, his English is impeccable but he still carries a hint of a Tokyo dialect. He's glad to be able to address the man as Waylon. 'L's and 'R's tend to sound a bit similar when he tries to say them.

Waylon took the pamphlet and took a glance at it, he should give a look so he can get more of an idea about this very interesting place. He definitely wants to know more about it.

"Nice to meet you Katsuya," He nods politely with a friendly smile. "I have a good feeling my friends will like this place too. I heard its pretty much safe here for humans so that's good. I'm looking to get a vacation place around here, visited some other planets but they weren't safe enough."

He finished before he realizes how that may come of as confusing. He was talking like Katsuya already knew he was an alien.

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"For the most part, yes, though there are plenty of non humans who call this place home as well. It is safe for them as well."

The police officer folds his arms and appears thoughtful as Weilan speaks. He's found it's best not to assume much of anything based on appearances here in the Nexus, and it's a place he's been frequenting for quite some time.

"There are the occasional accidents or pranks. De-aging spells, body swaps. All temporary mind. There's a field in place to stop most attempts at physical violence anywhere within the Nexus."

"Oh well that's good, I'm definitely getting a good feeling this will be the perfect place for a vacation home." Waylon said after hearing the last part. Still though he wonders if there were any place in the Nexus that he should avoid. Sure the field thing means he won't have to worry about him or his two perma companions really getting seriously hurt, but he doesn't want them to get hurt in any other way. Or him for that matter, "Is there any place I should avoid?

His gaze hardens and he nods at the last question. He's glad someone is taking the threats of the Nexus seriously, because while it is a safe place in general, the safety is not universal.

"The Industrial district and the Wilds seem to have the least coverage and plenty of activity most worlds would consider criminal therein. If you're looking for safety, best to steer clear of both districts."

Dean has been staring at this guy for a bit, and he looks like someone who might be on one of the covers of Bobby's old 8-tracks. And he is just hanging out, leaning back against his 67' Impala with a cold Pisswasser in his hand and he is just enjoying some George Thorogood that is blaring through the speakers.

"It's whatever you make of it, bro. For me it is a chance to get drunk in places I've never heard of before." Or he is dead. Such is the life of a Winchester. "And to go places no man ought not to go."

He finishes off the bottle of beer, and he puts it down in the cooler that rests at his feet. And he is fresh out, and he sent Sam to head back to Sandy Shores to get another case of beer.

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Waylon noticed the other man was looking at him like he might've seen somewhere before. He is a pretty well known singer so it wouldn't be too surprising of the man or someone he knows was a fan. He chuckles a bit at hearing the drunk part, he can see Willie and Hank Jr wanting to try out any kind of places that would sell alcohol like a bar or a honky tonk. Waylon put on a friendly smile before he quips a bit.

"I don't normally get drunk, but I have two real good friends who would happily get drunk." He laughs lightly before he continues, "So far I've been told lots of different universes meet up here and that's one the main reasons I'm liking this place already. That and its basically safe so I reckon I might end up buying a place for me and my companions. My name is the Balladeer, but you can call me Waylon." He said in a friendly tone of voice as he faces the other man.

Dean still gives the Balladeer a critical look, as he is still trying to place everything together. Nah. He has been drinking way too much, and he has seen too much for him to think about it. And he can't help but to laugh a little bit about hearing about two friends who'd love to get drunk.

"I've been saying for years that I ought to stop, and that my liver would appreciate a break. But for the amount of times that I've cheated death, nah, a few beers won't kill me." Dean turns around to take in the street, and to him things seem to be the same other than some of the pedestrians. He turns back around, and he then offers a hand out to Waylon. "Nice meeting you, Waylon. People just call me Dean."

"You're planning on staying here? I dunno about that, I'm not exactly the stay in one place dude." He slams his hand on the hood of his car, and snorts. "The road is my home, and I do like to eat so finding work is always important."

Waylon nods politely and shakes Dean's hand, "Nice to meet you too Dean. No, more like a vacation place to get away from things once in a while for now. Maybe years into the distance future it'll turn into a place to stay here. I like being on the road myself being a singer and all, but I also like time to spend one relaxing or out exploring time and space with my companion or my perms-companions rather." Waylom says with a pause before asking further,

"What kind of work do you do?"

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"Yeah, figured that much." And Dean seems to be taking the whole thing in stride, and it hasn't been the first time he has found himself in another universe. And despite the conversation, being a bit weird about this guy being a singer, and traveling time and space doesn't seem all out of place.

But when it comes to what kind of work Dean does, he holds back a little. And he looks over his shoulder at the corrugated metal garage door that will send him back to where he came from. "What are you? You said you travel time and space. Are you some kind of celestial being? Or well as we like to call traveling musicians back where I come from, an angel or some other supernatural being."

Aliens? Nah. That shit just ain't real!

Waylon could get a bit of a feeling that maybe he didn't want to exactly answer his question cause he seemed to hesitate there a bit before avoiding it all together with another question. All of it was completely find to him and he can respect that of course. He isn't gonna be a hypocritical ass about it as there was a time after all where he wouldn't readily tell people that he was a time traveling alien due to how the other may react.

He couldn't help but chuckle casually as Dean guessing he was either an angel or some kinda supernatural being, "No I ain't either of those, I'm actually what you might call an alien, a Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey and I came here with my Tardis. That's what we use to travel through space and time," Waylon explains as he points to what looked like a semi truck nearby, "It's disguised to blend in but that's my Tardis."

Dean looks at the semi truck and he raises an eyebrow. "Bullshit." This place is something unique that much he knows. But he still has a hard time accepting that there are little green men from space, whom might be driving semi-trucks.

Looking back to Waylon, Dean just looks unsure about the whole thing. And perhaps this dude is telling the whole truth, and he's just being a total douche bag about. He shuffles about on his feet. "Because we all know there's things like portals to other universes, but aliens are as real as Santa Claus." He scrunches his face. "Oh right, he's real too."

"And so is the toothfairy." He grumbles under his breath, and he does not want Sam to come strolling back from where he came just yet.

"It ain't bullshit, you gotta open your mind more Dean, there's more than what you might've been taught in school about space and the universe. Lots of variety of races out there, humans ain't the only one living on a planet." Waylon says in a casual, explanatory tone. He smiles friendly and shrugs in response to Dean's other reply, "I'll give you the Santa Claus part though, I don't know if he's real or not, never met him in person." Waylon chuckles at the last part of the sentence before turning to lead the way to his ship.

"Why don't I show you my Tardis, follow me" He says and when he makes it to the door of the semi truck, he opens it to reveal the main console room which is of course bigger on the inside.

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"Hey, hey, hey, this mind is as open as any book. And I know first hand that angels, fairies, werewolves, vampires, ghosts, and all of that other shit are real. But you have to be shitting me when it comes to those little green men. 'Sides, it would take one seriously advanced race to travel all of those light-years." Dean has to do something while he travels, and he likes to prove to Sam that he can watch more than just shitty porn on the internet. And the things one runs into while trying to learn about a wendigo that devoured his neighbor for a midnight snack.

But despite his protests, Dean goes to follow Waylon to the trailer. "Just a warning, I'm more than happy to gank you if you try anything funny."

Waylon listens and while most of the things Dean listed also exists in his universe, he feels genuinely surprise that aliens didn't seem to exist in his world. How could vampires, werewolves and fairies exist but aliens don't? He also realizes that he hasn't been to a world where aliens didn't exist, it would be very interesting to see he notes to himself.

Waylon honestly laughs and gives a friendly smile at the little green men part, no use in getting offended over alien stereotypes when the planet they come from don't even know aliens esist such as Earth at the time when he had first landed. How can they know what aliens look like or if there is more than one kind before humans had any contact with them. He had a feeling that was the case, though he couldn't help but make a light smartass comment while he opens the door, "Oh you mean the Verdeians exists in your world too? That's good at least, I was just wondering if y'all was truly the only civilization in your universe." Waylon laughs as he opens the door. He steps inside the Tardis and turns back around to face Dean.

"Duly noted Dean, but as you can see I'm a honest man." Waylon smiles while he stood at the end of the walkway to the door with the main console behind him.

((OOC: I just made up a name for the little green man race lol, I don't know if you watch Doctor Who or not and I don't want to confuse you))

Edited 2016-09-05 05:15 (UTC)

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