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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Hermione smiles. Sounds like she and Marie have a lot in common.

"The biggest thing is that as a Muggle, you might have a lot of Wizards and Witches curious about you. During the recent War, it was not safe for Muggles to be in the Wizarding world. And things are just getting back to how they were before."

"But things are getting better." Hermione notes softly.

"Oh, shit! I fuckin' love Queen!" There's a rather intimidating gentleman peering over Tatsuya's shoulder, talking around a mouthful of bacon. "Is that the '85 tour?"

In terms of knowledge, world travelling is something Marie has needed to perfect over the years. Getting items people desire requires ample research and people who assume they'll find things on a whim can be greatly disappointed.

"That's fine. I figure as long as I'm polite and respectful of your world, the interactions will go peacefully. I don't wish to cause anymore issues, especially after war." Marie wants to make sure of that, as she pulls out her PINpoint, examining her schedule for the next few weeks.

"What day and time would work best for you?"

The kitten largely goes unnoticed, obscured by his bounty -- that is, until he almost trips over it. In the process of regaining his balance, he drops a healthy portion of eggs and greasy meats to the ground with a juicy plap!

"Oi, watch where yer goin', fuzzball!"

"Oi! You two! Long time no see!" Majima says, wandering up to their table. He holds a pastry in one gloved hand and dusts a snowfall of powdered sugar off his snakeskin jacket. "How's it goin', lovebirds?"

CJ immediately pounces on the greasy meats that hit the ground. Score!

"Crookshanks Junior! That was not nice." Hermione shows up in time to see the Kneazles tactics. "My apologies for him."

Hermione reaches into her tiny beaded bag, and pulls out a large schedule planner. It should have not been possible for the large black planner to have even fit in her tiny clutch.

She opens it and flips through her own schedule -- written in black ink and by quill.

"Next Wednesday? The afternoon?"

It's late in the morning, after most people have gotten through the line and or socialized with Adia and Caspar, that a certain couple are inevitably going to run into them. To be fair, all the blame can go squarely on Jeff, whose not paying attention to his surroundings. He's trying to hold a conversation with Marie, who's clinging to his arm, but also dig around in the shoulder bag he's carrying.

"You grabbed everything from the house, right? I would hate to make a second trip..." Marie is calmly talking to Jeff, as he's double checking the contents of his bag.

"Yes, I brought all of our day trip supplies. Don't worry about it." Jeff walks forward and is about to collide with Caspar's chair in three...two...

Irritation gives way to dawning recognition when he pairs the mischievous kitten with Hermione's familiar voice.

"Wait a minute! I know you! Yer that lady who gave me a hand a while back. Hermione-han, right?"

For her part, Dia's not too uncommon a sight in the Nexus, truth be told. Although she's not exactly the most social, usually going too and fro for her various tasks and errands.

The event's drawn her attention, mostly to poke around and make some attempt at socializing as she does.

Delia is already a social butterfly, showing up to something like this? Is just natural, "I assume," She asks of Katsuya as she arrived, "Most of this is from Earth?"

Or some variant therein, anyway.

She sniffs the air and bookmarks her book before slipping it into her backpack and heads toward the smell and sounds of the gathering. Scanning the area she heads over into the line. She had been wondering where folks had gotten too.

Ash, scans the area about to see if there are any spots left and or anyone she recognizes. She's holding the edge of a cup between her teeth in a canine-like manner. A plate of regular food in one hand, and snack and desserts in the other so she's able to at least do a little finger wave when she spots one of the Steves. She hums something that sounds like a muffled, 'Ello.'

The description of the scones is met with a small gasp, but when he offers her the cookie buns her eyes go as wide as saucers. Very carefully, she takes one and takes a small bite of it.

It takes a second but her whole face lights up and she makes a deep, happy sound, scrunching up her hands. "Su ghhud!" She chews and swallows before continuing. "I've never heard of these before! And you made them yourself?" Runa stops, gasps, and stares at Katsuya. "Did you make all of these yourself?"

It's not an uncommon reaction to being offered some of the less European treats in his baking repertoire but the fact that this young lady not only tried them but seems to genuinely enjoy them brings a small amount of pride to his face.

"The children I care for like them quite a bit so I've been making them more regularly. It's a Japanese sweet." He nods before gesturing slowly to the cafe behind him. "I run the Crossroads cafe and do the baking here."

This is certainly a new Look for Majima. He looks worse than he did before. Objectively speaking, because Katsuya is not going anywhere near the disaster this man calls fashion in any capacity.

"Ice Bear makes a mean omelette." He offers by way of a wary greeting. As always, Katsuya's a bit unsure what to make of Majima Goro.

"Most of it yes, though I've picked up a few recipes from the locals here. A sweet old lady of some species I"m not familiar with often brings me in dried fruit and asks I make Kanali Wafers out of them."

The officer points to a plate of flat rolled pastries that smell sugary and rich of some kind of fruit. A type of date perhaps?

"If there's ever anything you'd like me to try and make, you need only ask. And perhaps help me locate the ingredients depending on if it's something I've heard of before."

"Ah. This is rather thoughtful of you."

As much as Spock is fascinated by this being (and it is quite a lot) he does have manners borne from decades of interaction between other species. It would be more diplomatic to thank the person (man?) for the gifts brought here.

And what gifts they are! The Vulcan gestures slowly to the platter.

"Did you grow these yourself?"

"Inspired...by you? Big Brother, he's going to kill someone because of you. That's what you do, that's who you are. You did that. You did it. You. YOU."

Josh's attention seems to flicker between Panda and something next to him Panda won't be able to see. He looks pained. The glass of water tumbles out of his loosened grip and chips on the lip as it hits the ground, spilling out its contents onto the ground.

"No, no more. I'm sssssorry. I didn't mean-Never meant. No. I'm nnoot..."

A monster? Oh but Joshua, you are.

Having seen Hunter's new look (or very old look?) before, Caspar doesn't react much other than to wave hello. Adia, however, has a difficult time not staring. Caspar had filled her in on Hunter's situation, but it's still a surprise to see her friend with hair on his head and ink free skin.

"Hi, Hunter," she says. "How, um, how are you..."

"It's rude to stare," Caspar mutters to her teasingly. How many times has she had to tell him that in the Nexus?

"Would you like to join us?" she asks, blushing a little.

Caspar looks up at the familiar voice, his gaze lingering on the snakeskin jacket. That's... a fashion choice. "Hey," he replies casually, feeding another bit of egg to the little pig at his feet. "Not bad, all things considered."

"It has been a while, hasn't it?" Adia says with an apologetic smile. "Where've you been? Working hard at your club?"

It's only Caspar and Princess at the table; Adia has already gotten up to throw out their plates and cups and visit with Ice Bear and his brothers. Caspar isn't looking up, scrolling through the pokêdex that Professor Madrone lent him and reading up on fire types, his guard down for the first time in a long while.

Naturally, this is when the Nexus decides to make him regret it.

His chair is knocked hard enough to jostle the device in his hands. "Hey, watch it," he says sharply, looking up for the oafish culprit, but whatever sarcastic comment about manners he had planned dries up in his mouth. That's Jeff.

That's Jeff and Marie.

His jaw tenses noticeably, but otherwise his expression gives nothing away. It's Princess who breaks the silence, peeking out from under the table and oinking curiously. Unlike Caspar, she doesn't remember their fateful run-in at Madrone's lab. Who are these two people?

"Jim!" Viatorus smiles brightly at the sight of the captain, and closes his book so he can set it aside. "Oolong. I forget which kind. It's nice, though. Fruity."

"I'm well. How have you been? It's been such a long time. I really should have invited you over for tea by now. I'm not good at things like that. I always forget." That he's able to do that. Really, even after several years having friends is still very much a learning experience for him.

Alec is rather proud. This is good. Nobody's tried to run him off from the party so far. He cuts a very imposing figure and with the fruit in his hands.

"I did. Dragon fruit was one of my favorite fruits. I haven't seen...many trees so I thought I'd share it. I tried to think of as many fresh fruits and vegetables as I could but if there's something you'd like...I can...grow it for you now."

"I made the plate too." It's a big plate, "I'm getting better with constructs like that. It's not edible though. Oak makes a good serving dish."

"That is right." Hermione smiles that. CJ takes her distraction as an opportunity to sneak off with his stolen prize in his mouth.

"It is nice to see you again."

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