nexus_crossings | Welcome Committee

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?"

((OOC: Feel free to mingle and threadjump in this thread. I'm trying to get people who have yet to meet to interact, so do not feel obligated to only reply to me!))

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And there is a cheeky archangel who is going to try and sneak Rosco's hat from off his head. Gabriel has a pocketful of sweets, and he is looking for a little mischief. Harmless mischief, but mischief all the same. And here's hoping he can get away with the sheriff's hat.

Rosco whirls around in shock, his mouth forming a comical "O."

"Hey, now!" Rosco protests. "That's my hat. What're you up to?"

Gabriel is going to place the sheriff's hat on the top of his head, and he points a finger at it. "I don't know, I think it looks a lot better on me than it does on you. But don't worry, I'm all about equal trade."

And then it dawns on him. He doesn't exactly have anything remotely equal to trade with Rosco, so he goes to dig into his pocket and he pulls out two somewhat warm candy bars. "How about two Snickers for the hat? And maybe later I'll treat you to a box of donuts."

"Two candy bars ain't a fair trade for my hat!" Rosco scolds, a bit scandalized at the thought. "Hats are expensive. And that hat is part of my uniform."

"Dude, they're Snickers! Do you know how many wars have started because someone stole a Snickers? Well I do. And every possible war on Earth has started due to some serious grand theft candy." Gabriel is just going to help himself to a seat at Rosco's table, and he doesn't seem ready to part with the hat.

"And what uniform? Oh, that thing you're wearing. Please don't tell me you sleep in it."

"Don't be silly! I'm from Earth, you know. Wars are fought for important reasons, like freedom, resources, and invasions. Uh, stopping invasions, I mean," Rosco hastily corrects himself. He hesitates a second before saying sternly, "They certainly ain't fought over candy!"

Rosco gazes down at his uniform, frowning.

"Of course not! It'd be all wrinkled, if I did that! Who are you anyways?"

"Oh, but that's what they want you to believe!" Gabriel is going to wander around with the hat still on his head, and he makes his way to the table where cookies are and he reaches out for a plate and he helps himself to handful of cookies.

And he turns his head around, and he reaches for cookie with orange and black sprinkles on it and takes a bite. "Gabriel. And I think you're trying to pull my legs. You do so wear that uniform and it is made of something other than polyester."

"They who?" Rosco demanded, impatiently. "We got a free press, where I'm from, you know. They don't gotta print silly lies, not for any reason."

Rosco frowns, looking again at his clothes.

"I don't think this polyester. The only thing cheaper than cotton is Boss."

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