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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The rather forward suggestion earns the newcomer an arched eyebrow. He's not exactly wrong, given the freely offered wine and other alcohols, but that doesn't mean Amelia's jumping up to get some for herself. She still much prefers tea to anything other drinks available.

"Mistress," she corrects without thinking. "A baron's daughter doesn't garner another title." Tyrion gets a wry smile with the small explanation. Even if she can't go home again, that part of her past will always be with her, though she wonders how she might have been mistaken for a lady in the the obviously rogue-ish outfit. There may be gold embroidery down the seams of her forest green linen shirt and pants, but the beaten up leather corset and boots certainly speak of her not being very high born. "As for the wine, I'm afraid I don't usually imbibe, and especially not with breakfast. Is that common, where you're from?"

He'll note that she's not stopping him from sitting down and enjoying his breakfast. As introverted as she can be, Amelia doesn't mind the chance to be more social with the more colorful characters the Nexus has to offer, especially ones who appear to be from worlds more like hers than others.

Tyrion is wearing red silks today and he has his brand new silver hand pin on his lapel. And perhaps it is the return of doing what he does best, or the fact he has set sail back for Westeros.

"Mistress, I stand corrected." Tyrion figures it is best to play it safe seeing people here do dress a bit strangely. His small hands hold on to the wine goblet, and his bravery shows as he takes another sip of wine. And he, ahs, this new wine seems to be agreeing with him as he goes to chug it down.

"If it is Ale, my mistress then Ale you shall have." Tyrion isn't sure what one drinks besides ale, wine, and water. Perhaps milk if one were a babe, or that weird green drink he tried during one of his visits. "But yes, I commonly drink wine at breakfast. Though I cannot exactly speak for everyone else, but it seems to help make the day go by a lot better when I do."

The pin on his lapel draws her attention, unconsciously causing her to reach for the polished dark silver pin holding up her long braids. The strands of it tinkle musically when her fingers brush them, at which point she quickly draws her hand back to her mug of tea. Perhaps that's why he thought she was a lady of higher standing? The trinket is certainly meant for a true lady, after all.

"Even ale is a little more savory with my breakfast than I think myself ready for," she says with a laugh. "I'm not sure even the nobles of my world indulge in this way, though I admit I don't rightly know their habits. I can see why people would find appeal beginning their day like that, though." Not that she would do something like that, but she knows many people like to dull their senses a little with alcohol when the occasion permits.

"You seem quite sure of how this helps you, my Lord. I take it this start to your day gives you hope for it?" There's a little teasing going on there, given the playful glint in her eyes, but she attempts to hide it as she has another sip of tea.

Mistakes like these have been the bane of Tyrion's existence as of late, and the whole not knowing things does get on his nerves. "I'd still think a daughter baron would have some other title other than mistress." Tyrion lifts a hand up to stroke his beard, and he gives his chin an itch. Oh, how the horrid thing itched, and he looks forward to the day for when he can get rid of it.

"I can assure you, that even if our worlds are different that the nobles of your world drink heavily. And it would also explain how very little gets done." Tyrion purses his lips together and he takes a sip of his wine. And he does take hint of the teasing.

His eyes dart between hers and down towards the lion's head ring on his finger. And it is dawning on him that he can very well call himself Lord of House Lannister if he so well pleases, he hasn't seen neither his brother nor his spiteful sister anywhere in this weird place. "That it does. And please, don't call me Lord. Tyrion will do. And if you're looking for the formalities of the titles of my world, Lord Tyrion of House Lannister and Hand of the Queen." Oh, how those words make him smile, and oh how does enough wine loosen one's lips and sense of judgment.

"So who might I have the honor to speaking with, my mistress?"

She shrugs as she finishes off a fresh strawberry and then dabs at her lips with a napkin. "Perhaps, but when I passed on becoming the heir to the title, I also passed on my chance to look deeper into a different title. It didn't really concern me at that point." And now that she couldn't go home, the title mattered even less. It was simply a relic of who she had been on her world, of who she had built her family to be before she had found her way to the Nexus.

"Really? And here I thought it was all the arguing." That might have been a wink Tyrion saw from across the table, but his companion isn't about to own up to it.

"That's quite the impressive title, but I'm more than happy to call you by your name, if that's your wish." She smiles softly and then inclines her head and shoulders in a slight bow. A sign of deference for the title he carries, even if it's not one she can find an equivalent to from her world's nobility. "Amelia Ronsam. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Tyrion." Unsure if they shake where he's from, she offers her hand across the table to him anyway. It's only polite, after all.

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