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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[bratan]

"Red."

If she is going to assign him a name, Adam will do so in kind even if it isn't exactly the most exciting of names. He takes a drink of his coffee, as he eases himself into the chair. And he watches the people from his seat from above the lip of his coffee cup. And as he places it down on the table, Adam turns his head to look at her with a raised eyebrow.

"I didn't take you for someone who was much of a people person." But now that he has that bit of information, Adam might not be sitting most of these events out. And as he goes to finish up the coffee up in his mug, he turns his head to look back at Natasha.

"And who is here that I should be worried about?"

[red_room]

The nickname makes her eyes slightly less severe. You could almsot argue that she might be amused by it. Maybe. Her expression is too difficult to ascertain most of the time. She shows people what she wants to.

"Some under my protection. Some a concern." The little Steve Rogers would fall into the first. Though she's tried rather hard for him not to know about her, she keeps a very close eye on him. As for the latter category...

"Worried about directly? The officer holding this gathering has a supernatural affinity toward fire and fights demons. You've got a few supernatural hunters, several mages, and a mentally unstable kid who tortured his friends all gathered here. And that's just for starters. Take your pick, really." She sips her drink.

[bratan]

"You're not alone about having someone you're keeping safe." Adam looks over to where Vaclav is sitting. With things back home proving to be hostile to augs, Adam doesn't want to end up with his doctor dead. And there were some, um, dealings. But this umbrella has already found itself extending to others in the Nexus.

"So what we've got here is a potential for disaster, and the biggest threat in the room is a teenager. It seems like I'm off to a perfect start for the day." Adam seems less than happy about the prospect of dealing with a mentally unstable teenager. And there appears to be a few of them in the room, and now if he can just figure out whom this said teenager is.

He seems less concerned with the hunters and mages. It is always the one person people least suspect. And perhaps, Adam might make his way to meet with some of these kids.

Even when he wants to try to relax, Adam finds himself easily slipping into work mode. "I'll see if I can find and make for some small talk with him later on." He tries to real himself back into what this event is meant to be, but it isn't exactly easy.

[red_room]

"Which is why I'm here. Keeping an eye on things. Assessing threats."

Ready to escort anyone away at a moment's notice and if necessary take them to another world entirely where the anti-violence field does not apply. She's nothing if not an efficient security force.

[bratan]

"And if anything does happen, I have your back. As for assessing threats, I'm also looking to find allies as well."

As for the anti-violence field, Adam's sure he can find some way to get around it that doesn't resort into someone leaving with a busted nose or arm.

[red_room]

"You have my back? Someone's trusting."

Natasha doesn't mean for it to be as much of a challenging statement as it comes off. Or maybe she does. She doesn't know Adam yet and there's an inherent mistrust at someone wanting to get close to her even if it is just to help.

"How do you know I'm your ally?"

[bratan]

Adam knows her no more than she knows him, and in fact, he doesn't have any one he can trust here besides Vaclav. He tilts his head down and he looks at the empty mug of coffee in front of him, and he then looks back to Natasha with an unreadable look on his face. And the gold eye shields over his eyes don't help make reading him any easier.

"And how do you I'm yours?" He asks her in kind. But if something were to happen and go wrong, Adam has no qualms about jumping in to help defuse the situation. But there is still lots of truth about finding those in this world that he can trust. And without his enemy from home here, or at least as far as he knows it.

"Or anyone's for that matter. Perhaps all of this is a ruse of mine to come and take over the Nexus." His tone is coy and he seems to be playing with her. And it seems that he still doesn't carry himself in the same way as a spy does when it comes to dealing with people.

[red_room]

"I'm not the one who offered to be an ally here."

Natasha points with her glass before taking another sip out of it and getting up from where she's been seated. She's not going to leave, she just needs a refill on her bellini. The bartender bear is quite good at his job. Natasha makes sure to put a tip in the jar before she comes back.

"I doubt it. You've got to have enough sense not to try that while telling me about it."

[bratan]

He does need to find people he can trust here, and there is no denying it for Adam. But there is something of a rarely seen thin smile on Adam's face as he watches Natasha come back with her drink.

He reaches his hand to his bearded chin and he strokes it with his hand. "I've been reading the megalomaniac handbook, and rule number one is. Be sure to inform everyone of your intentions in detail in order for the hero or heroine to have enough time to defeat you."

The smile fades and he rests his hand back on the table. "But you're right, I was the one looking for an ally."

ooc: And feel free to drag Adam into the food fight. ;)