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?"


((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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[lessthan_loveless]

Only half a page later, and she's distracted again. Honestly, she really should have seen this coming, but she'd hoped the book itself would act as a deterrent, sort of like headphones.

So far, it's had the opposite effect.

Glancing up only once or twice as she replies, Esther tries to nutshell the story as best she can.

"There's this serial killer called the Red Dragon who goes around murdering families, and the FBI have to work with this other killer who's already in jail called Hannibal Lecter to find him."

Amelia's smile isn't returned; right now she's still wondering why she wanted to sit with her, or why she wants to make conversation.

[rogueinladysclothing]

Sometimes conversation is only for the sake of conversation. Sometimes it's to try and engage someone who might otherwise not have been approached. Others it's to 'get into the spirit' of the sign on the table. Today it feels a little like all three.

"Working with an imprisoned criminal? Isn't that against the laws of most places on Earth?" Amelia's lips draw into a thin line as she works through that thought. And then it occurs to her that she might be thinking about this all wrong. "...or is this a fiction novel and I'm making poor assumptions?"

This is what she gets for only reading non-fiction and poetry in her free time.

[lessthan_loveless]

For Esther, that sign might as well have been in Russian. She's just here for the food and the place to sit.

When she goes to answer, she's careful to keep her expression even, and while her tone is a bit clipped, after a deep breath, she doesn't sound overly irritated at the question.

"I don't think so - I don't know, it's just a story." And, after a mouthful of coffee, "They ask for his help in exchange for extra privileges in jail..he's someone who loves culture and art and all that, so they give him more books and shit like that."

It may be something she ends up doing a lot of the time unintentionally, but being rude isn't something she enjoys. Rudeness usually means confrontation where she's from, and if there's anything Esther's terrible with, it's that.

Amelia's making an effort, she can see that. It's just talking herself into returning the favour that's the tricky bit.

[rogueinladysclothing]

The effort is obvious and appreciated, which is why Amelia doesn't push like she might do to others. She's also trying really hard to be better about this whole social thing, so she's taking it easier than she normally might.

"That's an interesting way to get someone's cooperation, appealing to their softer side. A very clever thing, actually." A wry smile pulls across her face. "I didn't know you could learn things from fiction novels, but I stand corrected. I wonder - would you have any other recommendations for books that have scenes like this in them?"

It might be a bit of a stretch, but if Esther likes to read, Amelia feels like she can't go too wrong with a question about them.