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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[heirtothedragonsfire]

"Spider-Man?" Isidor does notice herself wrinkling up her nose. "That sounds a little… strange. Did he have eight legs?"

Oh now that gets her to smile wider. A businessman. There are all kinds of people in the Nexus, but interacting with businessmen in the Nexus is still a bit of a novelty for her.

"That's a bold claim…" She eyes him, expression turning sly. "How much of an exaggeration is it?"

[losthunter]

"We have faced bigger challenges during the first year." Hunter shrugs. He isn't worried. He knows his relationship with Jim can handle a five-year distance.

"Thanks."

[rekindledtitan]

"I'm afraid the, um, explosion flung us into separate nightmares," Ghost says quietly. Even now, thinking about it makes him drift down, closer to the bigger bot. "It looked like an abandoned spaceship, and there was a... creature in the vent system. Our friend Adia was there, but... not having my Guardian there was the hardest part."

"I was worried about you too." Blaze reaches up to touch him, just for a second before she looks back at Jesse. She's lousy at bluffing, so rather than even a fake sort of cheer in her voice, it comes out gruffly determined. "Everyone made it, though. Think a couple of people came out with injuries. Not us, though."

She gives his hand on her arm a pat, as gently as she can. Does her best to lighten her tone for Jesse. The things Blaze won't share openly can be counted on one hand. As hard as it is to even think about telling him the whole truth this time, holding it back is almost painful. "...Thanks, though. For getting all concerned."

[sumarusfinest]

Oh!

Now there is an idea. Not only an idea, but a means to learn more recipes and share some of his own. Katsuya's own smile is not quite so confident, though it is earnest. Not that he's in danger of running out of things to impress the boys he's looking after or their mother anytime soon, but new recipes in hand will ensure he never does.

"I would thoroughly enjoy that. I have plenty of room in the cafe's kitchen if you would like to stop by some time. Should I lean on predominantly recipes form my culture? There are many kinds of Japanese sweets and desserts I would love to share with you, though I know many more traditional European delights as well."

[sumarusfinest]

"Oh my god, no..."

The last twenty minutes haven't exactly been without incident. A certain Durant mage's fiance got into an altercation with one James T. Kirk, something Katsuya would be fuming about had his business partner not just shoved a piece of chocolate into his mouth when he tried to complain and started voicing her amused bets that the woman would clean the floor with both men. Luckily nothing was dumped over or wrecked in the process but really can these things just go smoothly ever?

By the time Majima comes back, Katsuya definitely looks like he could use a drink.

Which is all the more reason why he slams his palm against his face and groans when he sees what the other is doing.

"No one underage or ill gets a drink, Majima. I'm warning you."

[websnextdoor]

"I know buh--!!!?!"

Excuse Peter, because he tips forward and has to cough violently from trying to breathe in his burrito instead of consuming it the way normal biologicals do because holy SHIT a robot lady! Not like a suit either, though yeah she's wearing gear and armor. His gasp was mistimed though and now he's drinking desperately to try and get hismelf under control.

Whew.

How completely uncool.

"Owww. I was gonna say I know but I wanted to finish so I could get seconds because some of those pastries look super delicious you know? But thaaaaat is suddenly not as important right now." He scrambles to get down so he can approach Blaze. There's stars in his eyes damn near.

"Please please tell me that's not a costume."

[red_room]

That question makes the spy pause, a flicker of real seriousness breaking through the jovial nature she'd been presenting herself with up until this point. She stares at Jill for several seconds. Tracking her gaze, her attire, her stature. Whatever she finds in the other must pass some kind of muster because she inclines her head ever so slightly.

"It's best not to ever get too comfortable here. It's safe by and large, but a multiverse can only ever be so secure when everyone and everything is free to come and go."

[rekindledtitan]

"Pretty sure Ghost is thankful you don't."

Momentary joking aside, she appreciates Steve's offer to share what he knows. The things he uses to keep his head in the right place, though- she realizes that's not something she gave real thought to before. Steve's been through at least as much as she has. Remembers it all, too. It never occurred to her to ask if he needed any help beyond the occasional invitation to battle.

"Thanks. I'm, uh, not exactly the creative type. That's why Ghost and I are always gawking when you draw, Steve. Dancing, though- hah, I think I know how to do that. Wouldn't have called it a hobby, really- it's just something people do."

"I think maybe it's time to look at a lot of things with a different perspective. And you'll probably need to do something... non-flammable, for a while, if our business with the Sunbreakers goes to plan."

"Oh. Right. Fire powers." She hadn't really thought about the implications beyond combat...

[fictionings]

“Johan Liebert.” He graciously accepts the handshake. “Viatorus,” he repeats. It's quite the name. From the Latin word viator?

Viatoris.

He doesn’t ask. Instead, he withdraws his hand, letting it come to a rest atop the books once more. His attention however stays fixed on Viatorus. “It’s been quite a while since I met someone so passionate about books.” He maintains the same friendly, conversational tone. “Are you aware of how your face lights up when you talk about them? Your whole countenance changes. It makes me feel less strange for so often choosing the company of books over other people myself.”

It’s funny. How shy, nervous people react when given personal attention. However, what’s really interesting about Viatorus is just as he said. That fleeting look of open joy that crossed his face when talking about the library. It’s given him an impression — though who knows if it’s accurate, it’s just an impression — of innocence.

[chiron_survivor]

There's a moment of surprise on Caspar's face, brief enough to miss, before he grins and gestures towards the other man magnanimously. "Thank you. If he could realize that this dark god was causing trouble, he could have done something about it ages ago, and he never would have had to drag Adia into it."

"He did do something about it, though," Adia points out patiently. "It was too late for that timeline, but not for this one."

"Lucky for him," Caspar mutters before taking a sip of coffee. But Adia doesn't press. This is an on-going discussion between them, and not one they need to have in front of company.

Smiling at Majima, she adds, "The point is, I don't have a stalker anymore. And anyway, I have enough people around me who treat everyone else with a healthy dose of skepticism. I'll be all right."

[big_bad_sheriff]

Bigby nods his big shaggy head, the stories familiar, if lacking in detail. As embarrassing as the first incident was to lose, it still happened. "Yep. Woody's been a thorn in my paw ever since. Fabletown amnesty means none of us can be held legally accountable for any shit we did before the Exodus, but it doesn't make people forget."

The second story is a bit less dark, it's true. "Yeah, I did that one too. Didn't eat any of 'em, not for lack of trying. Colin still gives me shit about wrecking his house." There's a hint of fondness in his voice when he mentions the name, though; unlike the Woodsman, Bigby has a more friendly relationship with this particular pig.

[houmaprotector]

"For what it's worth, I'm far more sympathetic to your plight then I ever was to the woodsman."

Even before he turned into the swamp thing, "AS essential as trees are to human beings...it still..."

Instincts man. Instincts.

"I have friendly sorts of relationships with humans like that. We end up being...allies of sorts."

[icebearforpresident]

Ice Bear isn't sure what to say, for fear of upsetting Josh further. Being reasonable or logical might only upset the teenager, so he has to picture the situation differently. Like when talking to Chloe.

Without a second though, Ice Bear stands up and gives Josh a hug. Grizz would be proud of his younger brothers actions. Can always really be mad at a large fluffy polar bear? Time to find out.

[poetwarrior]

"That would be agreeable," Faris answers, a K'da smile in the angle of his jaw. "We have rarely had opportunity to enjoy the landscapes of the places we have visited, and Earth has proven to be quite beautiful."

[thecompanyman]

Hunter is a hell of a lot calmer about it than Rhys probably would be. Even so, he's genuinely happy for his friend.

"I don't think I've been in a relationship for... wow, years now." Huh. He hadn't given it much thought, when he'd been busy brown-nosing his way into a promotion that he didn't get. And he didn't exactly have the luxury of thinking much about it after everything went to shit either, although... "There was this girl, a while back. One of the ones who left Helios without me. I thought maybe we were, y'know, bonding."

[thecompanyman]

"Oh, hell yeah, who doesn't? I really miss pizza though."

Rhys smiles at him, and offers his real hand to shake. "Rhys Yorath. I've been gone for a while."

[ottershawastronomer]

Ogilvy never had pizza. He might have to do something about that in the future. Rhys sounded like he had good advice about food.

"Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Yorath." Interesting last name. "My name is Gavin Ogilvy."

[losthunter]

"Maybe you can meet Jim sometime, when you are both free." Hunter smirks.

"Should warn you, he is charismatic." IE he might flirt.

[losthunter]

"That would be great. It would give me a chance to explore my own country." And leave New York, where he can not do anything right now.

[thecompanyman]

Rhys laughs too, utterly at ease with his mechanical parts, and not really noticing the other guy's unnerved at all. "Man, tell me about it. I keep finding sand in the servos. I don't even know how it gets in there sometimes."

He shoves one of the donuts in his mouth, and oh dear god that's good. Actual food is so underrated. But wait, where the hell are his manners? "I'm Rhys," he introduces himself, after hastily swallowing the mouthful of fried dough.

[thecompanyman]

Okay, that's... weird, but not totally unexpected? Rhys has never seen a plushie try to eat something, and he can't help staring a bit, his own donut momentarily forgotten.

Even more forgotten once Tina's words register. "Ahhh, wait, what? You can't try just asking first? I'm pretty sure this stuff is all free."

[thewiselion]

"It must. I am centuries old." Aslan notes, humbly.

[thewiselion]

"I can not drink from that." Says the huge lion that was passing by. Aslan had stopped when he smelled the ancient scrolls. Then a different smell caught his attention. The hops of the beer.

"What is that you are working on?"

[gorogorogoro_chan]

"Just the four standard-issue human limbs. Real let-down," Majima says with a snort.

He unabashedly preens at her attention, propping his free hand on his hip and smiling smugly. "Could even say I did one better. Last couple of years, I pulled two businesses outta the hole. Had 'em in the black and turnin' a healthy profit in a few months. Customers were clamborin' to get in the door."

A pause for a quick puff before he adds, very proudly: "And everything was above board!"

[gorogorogoro_chan]

Majima slings an arm over the back of his cafe chair and watches her display with cool interest ... at least until she brings out the one-two punch of innuendo and sass. That prompts a staccato fit of giggles.

After a moment, he recovers with a sigh and swipes a pinky finger under his eye. "This is the part where I say, 'it ain't the size, it's how ya use it', right?"

He pops the other half of the sausage into his mouth and chews it thoughtfully. "Where ya from, honey?"