nexus_crossings | Time for a big ol' Nexus Block party

Time for a big ol' Nexus Block party

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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The way she describes it sounds a lot friendlier then the green despite the sense of...belonging he now feels. Like being at a relative's house. You'll always feel at home, feel ...safe, but love goes in and out.

Some days.

Maybe.

"I do know that feeling somewhat. Supposedly when I ...finish I'll be in the green forever, able to build my own paradise out of what it provides."

Supposedly. He is some kind of unsure about that.

"You have a degree more free will then I do."

"

Jesse was SO gratified to return and see the monument still standing, one made in remembrance of so many lost, one among them his own. Jimbo's nailbat is even still there, untouched and unbothered. The cowboy certainly took a few solemn, silent minutes to stand in front of the memorial, hat doffed in respect, before pouring out a finger of the whiskey in his flask for the fallen. Swigging another for himself as well before getting back to happier affairs. The dead aren't ever forgotten but it shouldn't keep you from living either. He doesn't have to be undead to know that lesson well, but it sure helps it stick.

When Jim shows up, Jesse perks up and looks towards the familiar voice. One cheek is bulged with a mouthful of that muffin, but he's quick to swallow it and get to standing so he can greet Jim in turn. "Well, look who's still kickin'! Now, I fergit my whole life a'fore I became buzzard bait, but I ain't gonna fergit a face like this one." The willingness Jim still has to actually touch him, and not gingerly either! Is still something that makes his heart all mushy too. Jim's such a good guy. So he gets a hug in response to that arm around him.

"...I missed y'all." Okay, he's allowed to be mushy on the outside too. No one's close enough to hear it anyway except for Jim.

"Hello, Aslan. A pleasure to meet you. I apologize if I was frightened - where I'm from, lions don't talk."

Ogilvy straightened, minding his manners. He'd never had a conversation with a lion before - the Nexus was a remarkable place.

"Plenty of opportunities for a man of my talents, Suou-chan. I'm in Tokyo now, gettin' a fresh start on some new businesses," Majima says as he shovels some fresh fruit onto a plate and hands it off to some kind of bird-man.

"Mimosas? Bloody Marys? People love gettin' day drunk. Besides, how do ya even know it's morning in a place like this?"

He's dangerously quiet for a moment before he suddenly declares, "Y'know what? Gimme a sec. I'll run and get some drink fixin's."

"What kinda consulting? Like for business shit?" Majima pulls out a rumpled pack of cigarettes, politely offering it to Isidor before he takes one himself.

"Seems lame to come around an insane place like this just 'cause yer bro's doin' business. Ya make it sound like yer just goin' to the next town over."

He shrugs. "Or maybe ya been here long enough that this place is that fuckin' boring? I've only been visiting for ... I dunno. Can't be a year yet?" On reflection, it's actually a lot longer than he thought. Then again, his life has been a roller coaster of activity.

Now that he has a free hand, he extracts the croissant from his mouth, ripping off a big bite in the process. When he's chewed and swallowed enough to speak again, he says, "Oi, I saw a fuckin' giant wolf headin' this way. Had to stock up before it chowed down on all the good stuff."

Majima bids Jill to follow him with a wave of his pastry and plunks down at a handy wrought iron cafe table. "And I ain't at all opposed to sharin' the meat bounty with such a nice lady."

How ... considerate?

Jacob's got a backpack full of scrolls and his laptop, but he spies a familiar green visage in the distance, and makes his way over, digging a book out of his bag and holds it out, clearing his throat to garner his attention.

"Hey, pal. I found this while cleaning up yesterday. It's a first edition. Thought you might be interested. It's no Tom Clancy, but it's definitely a classic."

It's the The Art of Botanical Illustration by Wilfrid Blunt, slightly aged, but in otherwise excellent condition.

"Yeah, I was a surveyor for awhile, lotta outdoor work, lotta driving a truck down crappy roads, it can get brutal in the summer sometimes. Oklahoma." And that's if your equally crappy truck's AC didn't break down for the umpteenth time.

"Thanks, man," a bright grin. "It's fun, though--especially if you find something nobody's ever managed to translate before? Doesn't happen too often. I got about half of it down already. This is actually a form of Sumerian cuneiform, but reserved only for ancient magic spells. So thing is, gotta translate it, and not accidentally read it out loud and cause a minor apocalypse or something." That could either be a joke, or a thing that happens in his life. Or both.

Jacob stops dead in his tracks when he sees the wolf the size of a truck. It's not actually the first time he's seen a giant wolf, it's not the first time he's seen a literal big bad wolf (with two iterations of a similar character archetype, three plus if you count an entire football team getting turned into a proverbial wolf pack), but it's definitely enough to make him worried that the Libris Fabula might've gotten lose again. Impossible though, cause it was still in the Library.

Didn't hurt to check to make sure.

Jacob checks his pockets and his bag to make sure an axe or an owl of some kind hasn't suddenly materialized, because as cool (and terrifying) as it was being the huntsman for a little while when the Libris Fabula was active, he's not particularly looking to repeat the experience.

Maybe he was just a regular old...giant wolf that was just a species that inhabited the Nexus?

Except...

"Did you just...uh..." Jacob approaches, but keeps his distance. "Huff and puff?"

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Once the handshake is completed, Moira folds her hands behind her back and resumes her straight rod standing. When Lusamine's gaze wanders and a smirk appears, Moira follows her attention to a stranger and their pet.

"A hitherto unknown anomaly." She lets her eyes linger on the stranger before returning to Lusamine. "But the possibilities in a place like this are endless, which is why I continue to stay here."

"You mentioned your research. Are you a scientist?"

"A shame." That would have been a truly fascinating area to get into. What biological advancements might have been made with research on such a thing.

Oh well, better to settle for the next best thing. "Then I will accept anything you offer."

Moira's disapproval of intellectual focus being described as 'unfortunate' is swiftly interrupted. The other's answer could be an attempt at humour, or to panic the scientist into some kind of admission of guilt, or simply an honest answer. All of that said, Moira is a legitimate minister, not a criminal on the run. Right now her greatest enemies are ambitious peers, unless she's gotten on someone else's radar...

"I'm curious. How do you do your work in a place such as this? It doesn't allow for violence. That seems problematic for a bounty hunter."

Zandros' bloodied face is already swelling from that punch, and a few minutes from now the pain of a broken nose is really going to sink in, but right now he's got his opponent on his back and he's not going to miss his chance to get his win.

He follows after Jim and drops to his knees to get on top of him and pin him down. One more punch, one more strike to the face, that's all he really needs! One blow to assure his victory.

"Don't. You. Dare!" Zandros may go to punch, but if he does he'll find his fist bouncing back, sending veins of purple light streaking across a magical shield.

From the moment Jim put his hand on hers everything had spiralled out of control. A fistfight was the last thing she'd expected. Some heated words, or a tense stand off, but not a fistfight. So she had stumbled back, shock plastered across her face while she watched them exchange blows. That's when the cold dread and embarrassment had started to trickle down through her.

Now she storms towards them, hand outstretched to keep the shield in place, and glares at Zandros. "Get up," she snaps. "Get up right now." She tilts her head so that her sharp green eyes can better bore into his. "What do you think you're doing? This isn't a duel, it isn't respectable. This is barbaric."

The idea of Viatorus giving business advice gets another laugh, but this time she's not trying to hide her smile when she shakes her head. She holds up a hand to politely decline the offer of a cigarette before folding her arms again. "No. He's a magical consultant. Between my work and managing his, I'm kept quite busy. It's difficult to be eternally in awe at the wonder of this place when you don't have the time to be."

"I came here a few years ago." She shrugs. "There's never a dull moment here, but that's not always good."

(I got the message. I've decided to come back, if you'd still like to tag me. I'm just not very confident in my writing abilities.)

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"Japan?" Palmer's never been there himself, but he knows how far away Japan is. He's interested. He hasn't really been outside of California until he took the Outpost job, and after what went down there that was enough for him.

He scratches the underside of his chin, considering Katsuya's comment. "Hmm...expresso machines...yeah, I could fix one if you need my help. I can fix pretty much anything. I'll even do it free of charge, 'cause you've been nice to me."

He is in a good mood, and he figures helping out would be the right thing to do.

I know I haven't had a chance to tag you yet on this acct but im dropping in to say that we're a really laid back crew and aren't going to fault someone for a lack of experience.

If you ever have questions or uncertainties please DM whoever you're writing with directly and hash things out ooc so everyone's on the same page about the directiona thread is going. We want you to feel welcome :)

Palmer's scared, all right - running into an enormous wolf certainly gives him pause about visiting the buffet table himself. He's grateful for the cool air, though. He really needs to take off his coat. He isn't in Antarctica anymore.

Even besides all that, he hasn't had a great history with big dogs recently, and wolves are big dogs. "Hello," he says to the wolf, his voice a squeak. "Hope you, uh, enjoy your breakfast." Long as it ain't me.

[ Hey, it's nbd! I just slammed down in here because why not and I'm more comfortable in brackets tbh. We're all here to have fun (presumably), so just focus on that c: ]

The handshake is met heartily, but without any intent to overpower. Bordering enthusiastic, it's more in the way it hits her eyes and she smiles than the gesture itself.

"Hey, Jim." She doesn't comment on the similarity of their names, but she laughs a little. "Pretty interesting place, isn't it."

There's less of a question to how she says it, looking around somewhat. Although it's still just a shop, everything feels so... strange to her. It's a fictitious concept up until recently.

"'fraid so. Figured this would be the way to go if I'm looking to not stick out like a sore thumb. Same idea?"

Hitting that magical shield is more painful than striking the bones in Jim's face. Zandros gasps as his hand collides with the magic and immediately doubles over with his fist in his other hand, sucking air in through his teeth as he fights away the pain. And under all of it is Isidor's voice. Not just that, but her incredible judgement.

But rather than rise up he remains on his knees, hands against his chest, face twisted in a grimace. It's more than the physical pain. It's the shame of it all.

From a crack in the crowd Harrowheart appears, elbowing past people and wrapping his hands to his wrists as he shouts, "Zandros, what the fresh Hell are you doin'?"

He stomps forward to where the two men are on the ground. He hardly gets a half a second to process the bloody sight before he realizes he's looking Jim in the face for the first time in months. His angry scowl cracks, twists up into guilt and confusion... And then with a sigh he extends an arm to the captain. "Come on, man," he softly mutters, "Let's get you on up. Flat in the dirt ain't a good look for a man like you."

Zandros, meanwhile, lifts his head to Isidor. A broken nose, bruising eye, and the blood dripping from the tips of his hair don't well match the proper appearance he joined the party with today. "What am I doing?" he asks her -- and himself -- aloud.

He hangs his head, lets his hair and blood flow downward.

Zandros knows the answer to his own question. "Behaving like a beast."

Harrowheart, standing near, gives both Jim and Isidor a wide-eyed look of curiosity and incredulity. What the Hell is going on here?

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Lusamine won't say anything about the trainer, just listening intently to Moira's words, while one hand rests on her hip. "this place might be the key to helping me complete my research. I can't stay away even if I wanted to."

"More of a researcher and founder of an institute for other scientists. I have companions who easily earn the title of a scientist well before I should." She smiles, unafraid to admit that fact. "I fund the projects that best benefits their goals and mine."

Every intake of breath comes in a painful wheeze from where Jim is laying underneath Zandros. Wide blue eyes seem to flicker with the magical shield between the two men but this in fact just a trick of the light. The starship captain doesn't have a lick of magic in him, an entirely mundane man laying in the entirely mundane dirt. Damp with the spilled coffee and cut from the shattered pieces of the ceramic mug he'd fallen on.

Insofar as fights go this one is shaping up to be at least less damaging than most Jim's involved in. He has a very bad habit of getting the crap kicked out of him. It isn't until Harrowheart's voice cuts through the shocked murmurs of the crowd gathered around them that Jim sucks in a breath suddenly and has to wince in pain because of it. He can't fight his friend too right now, but there is no accusation thrown Jim's way.

Just an outstretched hand from a friend he hasn't seen in months.

The captain takes the proffered help and stumbles to his feet none too gracefully. His gaze flits between Zandros's bowed head, to Isidor, and then to Harrow. He doesn't know whether they're telling the truth or Isidor's story anymore but he really hopes it doesn't end with him getting hit again or worse.

"Thanks man."

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Seeing Zandros wince in pain after hitting her shield gives Isidor the smallest shred of satisfaction. One which quickly vanishes in the wake of a familiar voice.

The crowd parts for Harrowheart and she feels the blush on her cheeks. Here she is, standing beside a kneeling, bloody Zandros on top of a battered Jim. This is... not what she would have hoped Harrowheart would see today if they crossed paths. She ducks her head away from his gaze, thoroughly embarrassed. She knows all too well this scene is because of her. It's a heap of pettiness and childish antics. She didn't want Harrowheart to see this.

She turns back to Zandros and lowers her voice. "It..." Her teeth clench as she prepares herself for more unexpected outbursts. "It had been a small joke. Holding his arm like that. I didn't think you'd hurt him." Her eyes flit around them. "I didn't think you could here."

Slowly, bracing herself for what's to come next, Isidor turns to Jim to apologise. Stepping close and keeping her voice low she says, "I'm sorry. I didn't expect any of this to happen. The anti-violence field could have at least made an appearance..." She frowns at him. "Do you want me to get you a healer?"

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