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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There is, admittedly, a part of him that bristles at the notion that magic is for children - but he doesn't act on it or let it show. It's an ingrained reaction from his time in Skyrim, where the locals tend to distrust magic and mages, to denounce it as trickery and something only the weak resort to- but he knows that isn't what Rosco meant by his comment.

"Yes, I suppose it does."

"So, probably there is at least a bit of magic there," Rosco concludes. "There's certainly plenty of stories and traditions about it."

"It's entirely possible," he agrees. Though he can't help but think the concept is a bit sad - a world in which that's all that remains of magic.

"I suppose it doesn't matter," Rosco says, with a sigh. "Magic or not, things are as they are."

"I suppose you're right," he replies, taking a long, slow sip of his coffee.

"I don't suppose a place like the Nexus would work without magic."

"It's certainly difficult to imagine," he agrees. "Perhaps those from worlds with sufficiently advanced science and technology could still reach this place, even then. For the rest of us, though..."

"Well, that would leave Hazzard out. We're an old-fashioned type of place," Rosco says with a giggle.

That gets a chuckle out of him. "So is Tamriel, so I suppose we'd be left out as well."

"That would be a shame," Rosco says, nodding. "Gotta admire the high tech worlds though, I think. Lot of places seem to have blown themselves to kingdom come or something, before getting there."

The phrase 'blow themselves to kingdom come' can't help but put him in mind of the fate of the Dwemer. "The ones who manage not to do seem rather outnumbered, don't they?"

Rosco sighs.

"It's kinda depressing. It doesn't make us humans look too good."

"It doesn't make any nonhumans who attempt it look terribly good either."

And then, by way of explanation, he adds, "In my world, there were the Dwemer - a race of elves whose society was far more technologically advanced than any of their contemporaries. They vanished almost four thousand years ago, and no society since has come anywhere close to their level in all that time. The more I learn about them, the more I think perhaps their example left everyone else afraid to even try."

Rosco nods, frowning a bit.

"Elves, really?" Rosco says, a bit interested. "Well, they oughta try again anyways. I mean, if you know what went wrong, you just avoid the mistake right?"

"You'd think, wouldn't you?" He asks, with a slightly sardonic grin. "But even knowing where they went wrong doesn't help a great deal when they left so little behind concerning how their creations work. And while there are plenty of ruins... there are traps and the dwarves' own mechanical guards to contend with."

"Oh. Well, you don't really need their stuff, do you? Don't you got people who can develop new things?"

"We do, but even they still tend to want to study the Dwemer's methods - if only to learn what not to do."

Rosco nods solemnly.

"Yeah, you got a good point there. You don't wanna accidentally blow stuff up."

"Definitely not."

Especially considering that that seems to be where the Dwemer went wrong.

"I wonder if there's anything like that here? Everyone I've met so far is from some other place. No one seems to have been born here, at least, not that I've met."

"I haven't met any who were born here, either. People who've settled here permanently for whatever reason, yes, but no one who claimed to be a native..."

"Well, shoot. I'm pretty much one of them!" Rosco says.

He cocks his head, curious. "You're a resident of the Nexus now, then? Well, welcome - however belated it might be."

"It wouldn't be right to set myself up as sheriff, otherwise," Rosco scolded gently. "A part time deputy is one thing. A sheriff is something else. Thank you for the welcome though."

He can't claim to truly understand that -the closest equivalent his own world has is the Legion, and they certainly don't have to be citizens of a place to set up command there- but he nods as if taking the point. "You're welcome."

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