Welcome Committee

[sumarusfinest]

There's been so many fresh faces to the Nexus recently, and more than a few of them have been children. Questions about finding a way home, about trying to decide if they want to go home. People wondering what to do now...

There are a few tables set out this morning in the Plaza in front of a small cafe loaded with several caraffes of coffee, breakfast pastries from more than a few different worlds and cultures, and a large pan of eggs and sausage kept warm over a chafing dish. On either end of the table are disposable plates, cups, and cutlery as well as a few welcome pamphlets in a small container. Along the front of the tables is a hand made banner.

"Meet and Greet"

Manning the tables is Katsuya Suou, red apron on and a cup of coffee in hand. He looks far too cheerful for how early in the morning it is.

"Right then, is anyone hungry? Have any questions about the nexus?"


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[twelve_not_fourteen]

A breeze drifts through the plaza and with it, a certain traveler. He's not up early, so much as he just hasn't gone to bed yet. You can't tell he's tired by his walk. He swaggers along with his typical confidence, but his eyes betray him. There's a touch of redness in the white of them. A glassiness that usually isn't there.

It doesn't take the most alert version of Han Solo to notice that there are tables in front of the cafe that he knows Ice Bear works at. The smell of breakfast too, which, is ultimately what lures him over. His time in the Nexus has created a fondness in the spaceman for 'chicken eggs'.

Hrm.

Han cocks his head to the side and regards Katsuya for a moment. There are a couple of answers to his question that spring to mind that, to be honest, aren't all that friendly. Being up so many hours straight has made his patience a little thinner than usual, but he can see no reason that he should be overtly rude. Not when food that is apparently there for the taking is on the line.

"Yes." Han says simply, forcing a smile and offering a too friendly pat on the shoulder for someone he is literally just meeting for the first time. "And no."

Then his legs begin to move him forward, hitting the ground in a cadence that is typical for him. A plate is grabbed, eggs are portioned out upon it and Captain Solo helps himself to a place to sit. You'll find him at a table by himself, with his boots propped up on it. He's holding the plate in one hand and handling the fork with the other.

[sumarusfinest]

"I trust you are not a morning person."

Han is a familiar face around the Nexus, though not one Katsuya has had the pleasure of speaking with one on one before. He will happily set a cup of coffee down on the table next to where Han has settled himself.

If he has anything to say about the pilot's posture or lack there of, he keeps it to himself. His eye twitches just slightly though.

[twelve_not_fourteen]

Coffee is a mixed blessing at this point. Yes, it will make him more awake. On the other hand, it's also going to stave off sleep for that much longer. Still, it's warm and it smells good and ... now it's right there. He has to have a damn good reason to turn down a drink - whatever the kind - when someone hands one to him.

"I'm a whatever I need to be kind of person."

The life of a smuggler isn't one of a fixed schedule. Sometimes, he needs to be somewhere early. Othertimes, the sound of a certain alarm that his ship is making will rouse him from whatever sleep he's trying to get. He just does what he needs to do to keep his ship flying.

Also, those boots sure aren't going to go anywhere if someone doesn't say something about it. It's a comfy pose for the scoundrel.

"Thanks for the food."

[courtofmurk]

They may not be saying anything, but leaving his boots up there does seem to invite attention. There's a scuffle of black wings as a smallish crow perches on the toe of one boot. It cocks a bright black eye at him, blatantly sizing up Han - and his plate. Is he going to eat all that?

[twelve_not_fourteen]

Tha fu-ck?

It's not like a bird to be that familiar with a human in his experience - both in his galaxy and in the nexus itself. Not only is this one all up in his business, but it's taken to using him as a perch too. Ain't that something?

"Do I owe this plate of food to a friend of yours, feathers?" Han, not being from earth, knows that a chicken is (probably) some kind of fowl based on the food products it provides ... but has no idea what they look like.

[courtofmurk]

Well! The bird jerks its head back, tilts it at him with an outraged squawk.

"Insolence! Mortal impudence! No crow would stoop so low!" The bird sets to preening his ruffled feathers, declaiming loftily as he does. "Know that you address one of the Blackfeather Court, featherless, kin to the Mistress of Shadows! You would be wise to guard your tongue!"

Yes. This will definitely put the mortal in his place.

[twelve_not_fourteen]

He has to admit he's a little surprised by the fact that this crow can answer him. Han is starting to get to the point that nothing in the Nexus is gonna take him by surprise anymore, though. This places' reputation for being strange is well deserved.

"Yeah, that's all well and good, bird, but you don't know who you're addressing." He says adopting something of a sarcastic look for the creature. "I'm Captain Solo, scourge of Outer Rim Sector and ... uh. Runner of Kessel in less than twelve parsecs."

[courtofmurk]

"Less than twelve?" Knave are you going to admit you don't know what that means. "A pity you have no wings or you could have done better!" ...Knave? Okay then. "What should the kindred of Nocturnal care for your mortal names?"

And that said he's giving Han a whole new kind of eyeballing, one with more chest-puffing and rearranging his feathers to look ever-so-slightly bigger. The captain's gone from 'complete nobody' to 'possible rival'. Bluffing and throwing titles around is half the battle a totally legitimate strategy for the Court.

[twelve_not_fourteen]

"I don't happen to need wings to fly."

It's not as if he's surpised that the Knave has no idea what the Kessel Run is. It just makes it perfectly clear that the fowl will just say whatever he thinks sounds right. Not as if Han hasn't run into that type before.

I apologize for everything

[dadimrighthere]

"....Do you mind?"

Looks like the kid sitting at the table is a little miffed to have the table jostled and some jerk's feet in his face.

[twelve_not_fourteen]

"Oh, I'm sorry, are you in my way?"

No, he doesn't seem to have mixed up his words with that reply. It seems pretty clear that he said what he meant and he meant what he said. He's not met this person before, but Han's not especially impressed by a teenager acting moody and wearing all black.

[dadimrighthere]

There's something familiar in the glare the kid levels at the captain, shifting his plate to the side so Han's feet aren't directly in his face as he picks up his cup of coffee and takes a sullen draught from it.

"Nah. You're in mine though."

Grumble.

[twelve_not_fourteen]

There is something familiar about the kid. Make him wonder if he's seen him before, but probably not. He's wearing earth clothes. If he'd met him before, it would have been here and recently. And he's too young to have seen him in a bar while he was knocking back a few ...

Weird.

"I'd say sorry, but I'm not." He points a fork at him. "You should lose the all black. it makes you look like you're trying too hard."

[dadimrighthere]

"Of course you're not."

Why is Kylo even bothering with him? Well, lots of reasons, and certainly not least of which is the need to sass back to his father at every given opportunity, and this guy is definitely leaving himself open to a lot of that.

"Excuse you, you don't see me giving you fashion advice. If I wanted advice I'd take it from someone not wearing a shirt the color of piss stains and a vest."

[twelve_not_fourteen]

A Han of this age doesn't know he's going to be a father. Much less have a kid that's going to end up being like ... that. Is there still time for a vasectomy? There has to still be time for a vasectomy. He's not anybody's daddy yet.

"You know, you're right."

Han attempts to make an earnest face while he 'apologizes', but still there's a look of smugness in there all the same.

"You do need as much social camouflage as you can get. Head off to a dark room, kid. Maybe nobody will find you."

[dadimrighthere]

"I wish I could lose you."

Snort, and another long gulp of the coffee he's drinking. Black, he's not some kid anymore (though god it tastes like ass with nothing in it how does Mom do it?).

"Is this how you get your kicks? Heading somewhere you're not wanted and annoy the kryffing hell out of everyone within earshot?'

[twelve_not_fourteen]

Han takes a moment to really eye the kid. Really look at him. It's starting to bother him that he doesn't know who this young man is, although, he's getting kind of used to earthlings recognizing him because of that damn movie ... still. This doesn't feel like that.

It's more like that feeling when you're looking at a person you should know, but are drawing a blank anyway.

Han takes his boots off the table and finishes chewing the eggs that he's working on. He even sets the plate aside.

"Okay, what is it? You've seen the ... movie? You might think you know me, but you don't. I'm not that guy."

Ask and ye shall receive...

[romeoinabox]

"Taking advantage of the hospitality while you can?"

Red likes to think he and Han are close enough now that he can get away with something like that, but he'll find out soon enough. Without asking, he takes a seat at the table the captain's at, sipping at his mimosa. He may or may not be smirking around his glass, but it certainly isn't there when he lowers it to speak.

"I notice you managed to sit down without a proper drink, though. How ever did you manage that?" This time the smirk is obvious.

Middle aged sassy men with questionable morals unite!

[twelve_not_fourteen]

"Someone like me?" Han switches the grasp of the fork in his hand simply so he can point a thumb at his chest for emphasis. "I'm looking to take every advantage I can get."

What he says anyway. It's a bit of an exaggeration because there are some things even Han Solo can't abide by, but since people don't need to know what those are, he isn't going to bother to tell.

"I headed straight for the eggs and didn't think twice. I've been libated for many of the hours leading up till now." And as an afterthought he adds, "besides, I can't tell what most of those drinks are."

\o/

[romeoinabox]

Red can't help but chuckle at the retort. He knew that, of course, but that's never going to stop the older gentleman from seeing if he can fluster someone who wears their heart on their sleeve like Han does.

"The eggs are good, I take it? I haven't had a chance myself yet." A stretch, but he did get distracted when he noticed his friend sitting with his feet up on the table. "As for the drinks... If you're curious, I can teach you the wonders that are drinks usually only served with breakfast. This, for example," he pauses for a moment to raise the drink in his hand, " is a mimosa. It's traditionally a blend of orange juice and a sparkling wine and a relatively healthy, if still alcoholic, start to one's day."

[twelve_not_fourteen]

"I like them better up or easy, but yeah. These chicken eggs are good." Han says. He's even mostly finished chewing his food when he responds, too. Because he's classy like that. "Even scrambled."

Han takes in Red's description of the drink and it frankly sounds a little bit fancier than most of stuff he would ever consider having, but. Something about the fact the message is being delivered from Red makes it seem like he should try it.

As if it getting a recommendation from his scoundrel friend somehow made the idea of it more 'drinkable'.

"Well, if you say they're alright ..."

[romeoinabox]

"A good source of protein that's easy to find and tastes delicious. A good choice for breakfast, if I do say so myself." Of course he doesn't always have the luxury of choosing his breakfast, but eggs are always something Red enjoys when he has a chance. He'll have to look into the ones on offer a little later.

A slow grin pulls across Red's face at Han's comment. That's all the permission the older gentleman needs to find his friend a drink. "Wait just one moment, my friend." He quickly rises from his seat and moves over to the minibar, collecting a mimosa and a Bellini while he's at it. Both are set on the table with care, with the mimosa being set directly in front of Han.

"Give it a try. Tell me what you think."

[twelve_not_fourteen]

It's not like Han to turn down a drink in most cases. There has to be a good reason for him too. Such as it being severely toxic to humans instead of just mildly so. Or that it's been drugged. Other than that, he'll probably drink it.

He starts with the bellini; beginning with a slow, shallow sip. Just enough to get a sense of what he's getting into and to wash away the taste of eggs and coffee.

"Wow, that's sweeter than I expected." Suprised blink even accompanies the words. It doesn't really stop him from going in for a bigger taste. Yep. Definitely sweet. Bubbly too. He's drinking it quickly enough to make it seem like he's enjoying it, but there's a bit of a perplexed look on his face.

"Does it come like this normally or is something mixed to get one of these?"

[romeoinabox]

Red is enjoying the strange faces that Han is making. It's been a while since he's introduced someone to cocktails like this, and most people simply like them or don't. This confused acceptance is rather enjoyable to watch.

"It's traditionally a mixture of peach puree and sparkling wine. If it's a little on the tart side, they'll add sugar. Knowing the bear who made it, I assume he added a little sugar." A beat as he takes a sip from his mimosa. "Is it too much? Or is it simply not your style?" Both seem plausible.

[twelve_not_fourteen]

It's just that sweet and bubbly isn't something he gets exposed to very often. He's very much a salt of the earth type. Well, as much as a pirate from outer space can be a salt of the earth kind of man. The point is, he tends to stick to what he knows. Broadening his horizons is admittedly something he should do more often.

"Oh, Ice Bear has been mixing these?"

That makes it seem all the more like he should be having these, then. If they get the stamp of approval from two of his most favored acquaintances ... well they must be good. Or important to be seen drinking. Sometimes the later is an consideration as well.

"I guess I can see why people have them at breakfast. It's kinda light and ... not what I'm used to."