Time for a big ol' Nexus Block party

[sumarusfinest]

On a sleepy summer morning a wonderful smell begins to waft throughout the Nexus. For those familiar with this place there can only be one explanation but for those new faces to the nexus this may be a strange thing: seeing so many people flocking toward the sweet and savory scents perfuming the Nexus.

There are a few tables set out this morning in the Plaza in front of a small cafe loaded with several carafes of coffee, a myriad of 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. It's always satisfying to put one of these on and see the throngs of different people stuck in line together to get their food and find a place to sit among the tables and couches nearby.

"Right then, is anyone hungry? I've got more than enough here for everyone so please mingle among yourselves or feel free to ask me anything you'd like."


((OOC: This thread is ALL ABOUT threadjacking and hopping. I encourage folks to tag on each other's comments and mingle rather than to reply only to me. This is a huge opportunity to have your characters interact with people they wouldn't have talked to before. Branch out! Meet new people! Scheme new schemes! Steal the last chocolate croissant!))

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Johan Liebert

[fictionings]

Johan is sitting at a table with a cup of tea, a plate of pastries, and a stack of books. For the time being, he’s set aside reading in order to have a look around. All the chatter has suddenly brought his non-existence into acute perspective. This, combined with the warm, bright summer weather, has left him feeling particularly hollow.

There are so many wretched individuals here: monsters, the recent dead, murderers… a general detritus of the unwanted and those with nothing left to return to. He’s also aware of the so-called ‘heroes’ — people he regards as fictional as himself. And then there are the immortals, as well as the scholars from other realms. If so inclined, he could find someone interesting to talk to. Maybe later. For now, he’s enjoying being alone. He continues staring with blank, heavy-lidded eyes. In short, this.

[conjuredskies]

Felix has kept an eye on this new arrival for a few minutes now, in between chatting with acquaintances old and new. The man is hardly the only unfamiliar face here, but his manner of dress is mildly unusual and he seems the sort who could use a more gregarious chap to help him find his feet. Consequently when Ogilvy does speak up, there's a young man in a rather medieval-looking blue tunic and linen pants ready to give him a friendly smile.

"Well, I'm glad that you do. As is our host, I don't doubt. This place can be quite overwhelming." One hand is occupied with his own teacup; he bows slightly and extends the other, a compromise between Earth customs and his own. "I don't believe I've had the pleasure, sir. I am Felix Caelus."

[brother_alone]

"I rrreally shouldn't."

Not after everything he's done. How complicit he is in lord only knows how many murders. The number of people he's unintentionally psychologically tortured before they met their untimely demises. The voices that usually haunt the edges of his psyche are oppressively silent now. No one is here for Josh to lean on in facing down the people who care about him.

"I hurt...a..a lot of people."

[brother_alone]

"It doesn't matter if I knew or not!"

Joshua's sudden outburst isn't likely to scare Harley off. She's seen worse, and frankly, what could this malnourished guy do to hurt anyone right now? A few people turn their heads at Josh's shouting and it only takes a few stares before he calms down and pulls his hood as far over his face as he can get it to go.

"I-I still did it. I hurt morrrre people. Thought I was doing good."

[brother_alone]

The firm grip on his arm and gesture on how to properly breathe has Joshua falling quiet and watching her face carefully with wide green eyes. He nods, little disjointed jerks of his head as he takes a deep breath along with Isidor. Another. Slowly exhales while he's lead somewhere to sit down.

"Not a stalker. The sssstalker. The one I was trying to keep an eye out for when Caspar finally t-told me about him." He's still shaking even sitting down, but having to be sill is keeping him from clawing at his own skin while he walks. He's trying to take deep breaths.

Everything feels fragmented and inflamed. Too ginger to touch too hard.

"H-he was right in front of me th'whole time and I...I built him props and sets to torture folks thinking it w-was just some dumb reality tv thing. They all died. They didn't knowwwww it wasn't real."

[primelogic]

"Studying politics then? That is...a difficult area to learn. The minutia of swaying hearts in line with your own is not one of my talents."

It was always something best left handled by Jim, in Spock's expertise. His own skills lied elsewhere. Public relations of any kind was never one of them.

"I'm afraid the only advice I can impart is that some things cannot be learned. Charisma is not a studied skill, or I would have endeavored to excel in it as with other learned areas of study."

[chocolatechipbadass]

"Aww, Shawty. Y'don't hafta do that. Sides, I don't got a sewing machine or the like. I'm more a practical hand sorta girl if you get what I'm saying I think you do maybe probably DOESN'T MATTER can I move yet huh, huh can I?"

Holy run on sentences, Batman. This little girl can't have been still for more than a few minutes and she sounds like she's gonna vibrate right out of her skull already.

[ottershawastronomer]

Ogilvy's grateful for the warm welcome. He figures he cuts a strange sight at the Nexus, but Felix's words and mannerisms are kind. The astronomer smiles in response, giving a small nod of thanks before accepting the offered hand. That's a custom he's well familiar with himself. Being surrounded by people from so many different times and places is certainly exciting. He can learn a lot here.

"I am Gavin Ogilvy. Pleased to meet you, Felix." Ogilvy takes a sip of tea, appreciating the taste. "This certainly is an interesting place. I'm from a small town, and I don't go out very much, so I imagine getting out of my observatory would be good for me. Thank you for the welcome."

[chocolatechipbadass]

"HEY!" Tina's screech cuts through the conversation as she pokes Rhys hard in the side. "Save some for Mister Bear! He is an esteemed and distinguished guest from a faraway land."

As if Rhys isn't? Or well, maybe it's best he doesn't register to Tina as one. She might not leave him alone if that were the case. She won't try to snatch his food away from him though. While a selfish kid, Tina isn't heartless. Snobby guys with Jerk Hair gotta eat too she supposes. But a chocolate frosted pastry is soon being offered out to the bear with both hands.

"Here ya go eat up get big an' strong so you can kick fools in da butt-butt."

[websnextdoor]

"Y-yeah I mean that's why I'm taking it?? Aunt May says it'll be a good notch to have on my belt which is a weird thing to say because that usually means you're like too skinny to wear pants properly or the like which is kinda true in my case but--"

Wow, ramble much Petey? He busies himself with stuffing the rest of his burrito into his mouth before he can shove his own foot further into it. After a moment of chewing and swallowing he polishes off his drink before setting both empty vessels aside on a nearby table.

"There's a lot of those too. Computer languages I mean."

[sweetcandygirl]

What? She knows people who would do what she described.

"Yah. He is a good guy."

[boldygoing]

"That's what I said." Thank you, Steve! For noticing the gigantic gaping flaw in the Prime Directive being as stupidly rigid as it is. Jim's had a good, long think about his last misadventure with that particular regulation, and he's more convinced than ever that though he made some shitty, disastrous mistakes in the process, choosing to stop the volcano was not one of them. "It's a good idea, but there's gotta be some flex to it. I mean yeah, it's important not to fuck up their culture if they aren't ready to know about aliens, but what's the point if they get wiped out by something we could stop without them knowing?"

Jim shakes his head. "I can see us not sticking our noses into local politics, but volcanoes or meteors or whatever, there's shit we can do without showing off."

[sweetcandygirl]

"Sure it does. When you hurt people and know that you are hurting them, it is different than hurting people without knowing that you hurt them. The big difference is intent." Harley frowns at him. She is not scared off.

"You did not intend to hurt those people."

[rumormonger_nya]

"My world's nyot really in any one stable place. It's sorta like here where it touches lots of worlds. Lots of Earths, mostly. Where humans live."

Looking over him, he seems to be a bit similar to some of the folks she spends her time around more often than not now. This fine gentleman may not be of Tamriel, but he has a very similar antiquity to him.

"It was very kill or be killed there, nya. No place to run a business. It's much better here. For as irritating as humans cyan be they at least appreciate the value of knowledge by and large."

[westfallcorndog]

The stranger Jill greets, a tall, blonde man with a festively pink tropical shirt, has his back turned to her (and a sheathed broadsword strapped on that back.) He turns when he hears he's being addressed, hurrying to swallow down a mouthful of sausage in the process.

Now, it would probably be cool and chill for Jill to start a day without zombies, but 'cool and chill' and 'summer' don't especially go hand in hand. The man who turns around is undoubtedly undead, pale-skinned and blue-eyed. And speaking of hands, his appear to be severed at the wounded wrists and floating, casually holding a fork and a generous plate of eggs and sausage.

"Howffy!" he says, then covers his mouth with his fork hand and frantically tries to swallow. He clears his throat soon after and, mildly guilty, more clearly greets her, "Howdy."

[losthunter]

"Yes. Go ahead and move. The detail work doesn't need stillness." He grins.

[boldygoing]

"Sure, why not?" It sounds interesting enough to entertain him for an evening, as long as he can get his schedule to match up. "I'll watch anything once."

[magnetite_plz]

The light of familiarity in his eyes has her standing a bit taller. Eager to show Sir Jesse just how strong she's become in her quest to be useful to himself and to Blaze. Though her time has been mostly spent with the Guardian, she has not forgotten the other half of her contract.

"One and the same. I even have a name, now. Blaze was gracious enough to provide me with an identity as well as a place on her firing squad." She leans forward and grasps his hand in both of hers. Even through the cloth gloves her hands are warm to the touch. "My name is Nike. I will always come when you or Blaze calls upon me."

[thewiselion]

"I am not familiar with clothing-related metaphors." Aslan chuckled.

And now that delicious smelling food item is gone. What was it? He never got his answer.

"Is it difficult to speak to a computer?

[westfallcorndog]

"Jesseeeeeee!"

Harrowheart, tall and conspicuous bastard that he is, is bobbing and weaving through the crowd from a few dozen yards off, already hootin' and hollerin'. He's got some kind of bigass broadsword strapped to his back -- that's new, right? -- and a characteristic pink, floral shirt on. And, of course, a smile for his friend.

"Yo, Jesse!" he shouts from a few feet off. When he's in floating hand's range he holds a palm out for a low five while the rest of him catches up. "My man! I ain't seen you in a month of Sundays! Where you been?!"

[icebearforpresident]

"I..uh...don't really have a dedicated full time job. I sometimes try to draw caricatures of people for some money, but Grizz and little bro are the major breadwinners." Panda nervously rubs the back of his neck, trying to look cool in front of Caspar. "S-sure! Once I figure out the Nexus, I'd like to do that sometime."

Hearing Princess oink gives Panda some form of confidence. He needs it, after all.

~*~

"Ice Bear gets it. A little bit. So Ice Bear is just watching to make sure Jeff does nothing bad and also doesn't bother Adia and Caspar. Got it." Seems simple enough, so the bear gives her a confident thumbs up. If that's all Adia needs him to do, he can do it. "Should Ice Bear be filling anyone else in on the details?"

[sumarusfinest]

"I am also from an Earth, roughly in the year 2003. Though I come from Japan rather than America."

A job in Antarctica? That certainly grabs the officer's attention. It sounds like a fascinating (and freezing) place. He wasn't aware people could just go there. It's not really done on his world so far as he knows.

"Katsuya Suou. I run the cafe here. I don't suppose espresso machines fall within your purview to fix though." There's a hint of a teasing smile on his face then. "It's good to meet you. Do you prefer Palmer or James?"

[icebearforpresident]

"Ice Bear has hurt a lot of people. Ice Bear forgives Josh for anything that's happened. Bear family is always family."

The polar bear doesn't make any sudden gestures, feeling a sense of dread coming from Josh. He's had brief encounters with the mood swings, but nothing to this extreme. Jack Frost has probably seen more than he has, but the cheeky polar demon isn't here right now.

"Nexus family has also been worried about Josh. Everyone cares..."

[thissideonly]

...Tatsuya could only dream of being some sort of fae creature that can live a legacy. He’s having a taste of the experience right now.

At the very least, he’s more relaxed than his older brother, especially the one back home. But he doesn’t really mind bad jokes, personally.

“Nah, no worries. I’m from Sumaru, Japan.”

[westfallcorndog]

Hey, if this kid's going to sit on the back of the couch like this is some kind of Circle de Soleil, Harrow's going to go ahead and flop his ass down on all that Free Real Estate.

Harrow holds his plate full of eggs and sausage in his teeth while his floating hands lift his big-ass broadsword from his shoulders. He sets the sheathed weapon down and it stands on its end.

His hands take up his plate once more, he sizes up the couch from a few feet off, and then he leaps onto the couch back-first. He bounces on the cushions, gets comfortable lying flat, then places his plate on his stomach and resumes eating. It's only after he takes his first bite that he realizes... Hey! The kid's still up there!

He barks a loud laugh and shouts, "Damn, kid! You got some balance!"