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!))

Comments

[courtofmurk]

Whaaat? The Knave cocks one eye at him. Then the other. Nothing but suspicion in his voice now. "You? You fly? You are a mage? Unlikely! You wear no robes!"

[twelve_not_fourteen]

"I'm a captain."

He says with an almost regal wave of his fork holding hand.

"Probably not like any captain you've ever known, though. My ship doesn't sail on the oceans, it soars through the sky. It's called the Millenium Falcon."

[courtofmurk]

Not like any captain the Knave knows is damn right. Not... that he even knows much about the other residents of the Oblivion planes, relatively speaking.

"Well... falcon-ship or no falcon-ship, the Court does not bow to you! But..." He lowers his head, tilting his head at Han as if trying to decide whether the human deserves this offer, "if you are so great, then you can prove it. Show us why you are worthy of being heeded!"

[twelve_not_fourteen]

"Okay, fine."

As if Han Solo would turn down a challenge from anyone - not even a fowl with delusions of grandeur.

"Give me a target, stationary or moving, within eyeshot. I'll show you what I can do, bird."

[courtofmurk]

"Well said! Well said!" Of course the Knave is satisfied. This is going the way he expects now. He hops about so he can look around the room, eyeing one guest after another in little sharp motions. As luck would have it, there's a certain rogue in the room already...

Perfect! The captain can prove himself by doing the Court a real service! The Knave lets out a caw. "Yes! I have it!"

He takes off and flaps around to Han's shoulder - he's arrogant, but not so much as to put himself in the field of fire. Besides, all the better to perch alongside the mortal's line of sight and point out the young woman with his beak. "There! The thief! The cloaked pretender!"

[twelve_not_fourteen]

[Continued here.]