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!))

Comments

[thecompanyman]

"Gavin, eh? I knew a Gavin once, guy from Accounting. Never did find out what happened to him." But that's a potentially depressing line of thought, so let's not go there, shall we? "I'll bet you're not an accountant," he says instead.

[losthunter]

"Hey... I guess if you don't mind. Then no." Hunter chuckles again.

[poetwarrior]

Chanath, too, is excited at the prospect of visiting such beautiful landscapes in the company of a friend. "We would be happy to provide the opportunity," she says, grateful to have such thoughtful human friends. "We are available whenever you are also."

[jarheadclan]

"Oh, yeah, this place is great," Jake agrees. "I've flown over the Wilds a bit, but it doesn't seem like there's an end to this place. All sorts of cool shit to see around here. And the food is fantastic."

[jarheadclan]

Well that sounds kinda... slur-y. Rude as fuck, if nothing else. Who carves a word into somebody else? "Bastards."

[fictionings]

“So you use your expertise to advise others in the use of magic.” His expression doesn’t change at all, but in this instance he won’t leave Viatorus to anguish. “It sounds like a valuable service. I won’t pretend to know much about magic, but my understanding is that it can be dangerous if the practitioner doesn’t have the necessary knowledge or experience.”

Magic. It may or may not exist in his world. It doesn’t matter. This world is not that world, and in any case — reality is malleable. What’s “real” is less important than what’s perceived. Things learned from experiencing psychedelic drugs as a child.

[jarheadclan]

The person she's chosen to approach towers over most of the other folks at the party, certainly all the human ones, unless there's some nine foot tall humans around. Jake is leaning up against the same wall, a bit further down, and he looks down at her and smiles, flashing sharp teeth. "Well, hi there," he says, carefully grabbing her hand and shaking it, careful not to yank her off her feet. "Jake Sully."

The way she moves makes him think military, from extensive personal experience. Or something like it, anyway. She might get the same from watching him; there's no such thing as an ex-Marine, even when you stick him in an alien body. "Quite a party, isn't it?"

[smartass_captain]

"Most of th'bruises are on my side and chest. He got me there pretty good."

Pretty good enough to knock the captain flat on his ass, more like. Jim's side hurts with every breath but he's had much worse than that before. Still if he doesn't tell Felix the other will poke and probe at him until he's sessed it out and that will make for awkward table conversation very quickly.

When Felix lefts go of Jim's face he does take a sip of his drink before setting it between them so Felix can have some since he's not ordering his own just yet. Gives Isidor a long once over.

"He's not from Earth." And what the hell is up with that, anyway? How does he know Harrowheart? "He's not related to Harrow, is he?" Not some nobleman like that. There's no way.

[heirtothearcane]

Johan continues talking to him as if he'd said he was a librarian and Viatorus visibly relaxes, his shoulders dropping and his smile returning. This isn't going to be one of those occasions where he's treated with suspicion for his heritage.

"It can be," he admits softly but hurries to add, "But that's the same as so many things. That's why people go to a consultant."

Closing the book in his hands, he runs his thumb along the spine. "My speciality is dreams. So people come to me with more than just magical problems, sometimes."

[gorogorogoro_chan]

He looks momentarily startled. This beautiful, put-together woman wants in on an underground fighting ring? Majima should know better than to judge a book by its cover. That confusion shifts to wide-eyed excitement when she expands on the idea.

"Right? That shit's a fuckin' goldmine. I've been sniffin' around a little -- you been here longer, probably got a better feel -- but sounds like lots of second-rate operations have come and gone. All those hero types tend to put the kibosh on that."

He grins and raises an index finger. "But if it's handled right -- if it's legit -- they ain't got nothin' to complain about!"

[mudblood_andproud]

"The witch responsible for the scar was rightfully punished for her crimes during the war. She was one of the Deatheaters, who followed the Dark Wizard."

[notalldead]

Imagine how Jesse is gonna respond when he gets the description of the man responsible for the Nightmares. Either of them. He wears a WHAT on his head? He's a spider with a WHAT kind of head?

"Hey, not havin' any battles to fight don't make you useless. Just means yer gonna find a whole new purpose. Or at least some interestin' hobbies." Maybe Blaze can take up a sport. Baseball's fun!

Having the conversation turned back onto him is strangely reassuring for the cowboy as well. He's concerned, deeply so, for both the robots he's speaking with. But maybe talking about more positive developments and not worrying about even more fiascos his friends were needlessly put through would help him settle back into Nexus life. "Yeah, we done set up shop in another subway we found in a place called Castlegar. Picked up another Rotten along the way too! Fella named Clark. Kind of a bigmouth and as bossy as a school marm, but still one of us. Hopefully he calms down once he's got his bearings with the gang. And now that we're back up towards Canada, we're startin' to hear stories about there bein' a place nearby that was workin' on a cure! So things are lookin' up fer me and mine, I think."

[jarheadclan]

"Good." Jake doesn't know what 'rightfully punished' entails, but he hopes it hurt. "He got what was coming to him too, right?"

[mudblood_andproud]

"He was killed in the war." Hermione affirms.

[big_bad_sheriff]

Discreet he may be, but you can't hide that smell from a wolf. Bigby catches the distinct whiff of alcohol (and, oddly, death) from across the square and curiously tracks it down, much of the crowd hurrying to clear his path.

Well, that's different. "Nice hat," the enormous wolf says.

[notalldead]

"...Wait. Another Jim? Like, just a fella who looks like you real close? Or-...Damn, this is some Twilight Zone shit right here." Jesse even tilts aside his hat so he can scratch at his head in confusion before tapping the brim down again. "So if I see y'all with a beard 30 days long, don't go runnin' up and shovin' him like he's my pal. Got it."

Jesse still looks confused though. There's a pause with him furrowing his brow in thought still, before he looks back towards Jim. "...Wait, so could there be another ME out there? Does this sorta thing just HAPPEN now?"

[notalldead]

Jesse looks up and has a brief moment of culture shock. He'd forgotten that this sort of thing can just happen in the Nexus. Talking animals. Like a Disney movie.

His face is blank with confusion for maybe a little too long before he reaches up and flicks the brim of his hat to tilt it back slightly. "Thank ya kindly. Nice...fur?" What do you compliment a wolf on? He should have said 'what big teeth you have', in retrospect. What a missed opportunity.

[fictionings]

Johan brightens at the mention of a child. He loves children, even if he also doesn’t really care if they throw themselves from off the top of high places.

“I can’t think of a better way to stay busy than helping your housemate prepare to adopt a child,” he says, voice soft but emphatic. “It’s such an important decision. I used to work with orphaned children and can tell you what a difference adoption makes. Children need to be in a safe, stable environment with someone who loves them.”

But when those basic needs are lacking, children often turn very troubled in response. They have to in order to survive and protect themselves. Are Hazel and her housemate prepared for the kind of patience and understanding that may soon be asked of them?

“Your housemate. Is that the Winter spirit you’ve mentioned before?” he asks, now curious about this story.

[big_bad_sheriff]

Bigby's not sure if the staring is because he's a talking wolf, or because of his size, but either way, he's used to it. Like, a lot. "Thanks," he says dryly. If he was a more sarcastic person, he might add something dumb like 'I grew it myself.' Sadly, he's not.

"Don't suppose you got that from a bar around here," he says, with a pointed look toward the spot the hip flask is currently stashed. "I could use one of those about now."

[notalldead]

Jesse glances between wolf and flask several times. "I mean...If it ain't gonna make yer organs shut down or nothin', I don't mind sharin'. Dunno how canines do with some Jack Daniels in their system. Y'need a waterin' bowl or somethin'? Otherwise, I can just pour ya some." He mimes tilting the flask as if to indeed pour it, likely right into the wolf's mouth. Why not?

[big_bad_sheriff]

Bigby huffs (but doesn't puff) a small chuckle. "I'm not your average kinda wolf." As if that wasn't obvious, but hey, sometimes it bears saying. "Don't wanna drink all your liquor, but I'll have a sip, if you're offerin'."

Having something poured straight into his muzzle is a bit undignified, but it's better than lapping it out of a bowl like he's a dog. It ain't natural. Not that whiskey is either, but there's a line here. Nope, a splash straight on the tongue'll do, thanks much.

[houmaprotector]

"...I'll have to bring you a book or two as a gift for what you're doing for me." To say that he's promising to be respectful is an understatement.

He shrugs, "Your attitude is...infecteous. Makes me not regret all of this so much. Not that I ever did-"

Mostly.

"...But someone who truly respects becoming part of something new...it's good to see."

[houmaprotector]

Alec would disagree - but he's not the sort of person (being?) to try and approach Anton Arcane unless it's with a means to end him forever.

Then he thinks of the few...humans he knows. Matt Cable, Batman, Poison Ivy - and realizes there are more then he thought.

"...Good people around you. Even if you're in a...difficult situation."

[ottershawastronomer]

"I'd have to agree - the description you gave is fascinating, though I'm assuming you don't have access to a sample I could try. For curiosity's sake." Ogilvy raises an eyebrow. "You fly?"

[jarheadclan]

Oh, he doesn't have to do that... but Jake's pretty bad at refusing gifts without offending people, so he just grins at Alec. "Thanks, man."

His attitude's been through a hell of a change in the past couple years, so he totally gets what the other guy means, and nods a bit. "After everything I've been through, I'd be some kinda idiot not to take it all serious. But it's important, and I got no regrets."