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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"Ugh, gross. What kind of monster would do that?" Rhys is, quite frankly, disgusted by the thought, and he gives the glazed donut in his hand a suspicious look. No, it's not wet, thank goodness. Quick, eat it before she has a chance to ruin everything.

He shoves half the donut into his mouth before he can think too hard about it. "How'd you even get here? I wasn't expecting to see any," don't say bandit, "um, Pandorans here."

"Eyh wuh."

That could be some cryptic unearthed language....or just 'I would' from a girl talking with her mouth full. Does no one teach kids manners on Pandora? No, actually. Survival is usually more important in the long run. Usually.

"Gotta establish dominance, shawty." She licks her fingers clean because screw wasting any morself of food on something as silly as napkins. "Same way as you did, probably. I used a door."

Who's she calling shorty? He's being insulted by a literal child. A feral one, judging by the way she's slamming that donut into her face and schlorping the powdered sugar off her filthy fingers. Eugh.

Don't let her get the better of you, Rhys. You're a big bad CEO now. She's like, what, ten? "Yeah, but like... not the same door," he answers, quite lamely.

"You look like you could use a hug Mister."
Says the kind voice of a plush bear not two feet in height behind Rhys. It was brown and white with a red heart on its tummy and a wide grin on its face.

"Is this young lady bullying you?"
He adds indicating Tina with a mitten like paw.

An audible gasp fills the space between the (now) three of them.

"Issat a talking teddy bear? Oh my god it's so cute I'm gonna diiiiiiiiieee!" All pastries are being flung aside as the youth scrambles to get out of her seat and around the table so she can pick up the plush and squeeze it against her into a tight--possibly borderline uncomfortable--hug.

"Oh my god you're so cute. I want to rip you open and stuff you full of C4 you're so cute!"

Uh. Well, Tina shows her affection in strange ways.

It's a... bear? Rhys is so thrown by the unexpected interruption that he just kinda stares at it for a minute. A minute that the donut thief is using to hug the stuffing out of it, apparently.

"Uh... I'm... good, thanks?" What do you even say to a fluffy teddybear who's offered to give you a hug, anyway?

"Oof!"
He exclaims as Tina's arms begin to make his tiny eyes bulge while he hugs back.

"I'm glad you think I'm cute but filling me with C4 sounds dangerous."
Pleasantly he smiles at them both and even gestures again for Rhys to join in on the hug.

"I gotsa stuffed rabbit named Princess Fluffybutt and she would love love love you! Shawty y'all didn't tell me you were running with a bear this adorable?! Do you want a donut mister Bear? I'll get you something to eat just hold on--"

They would both be forgiven if Tina's rambling tittering becomes just one long irritatingly pitched squawk.

She's very excited.

"Running with... I've never seen this bear before," he protests, although he has the distinct feeling the little terror isn't listening to him anyway.

Although... quick, while they're both occupied! Rhys snags another donut while Tina can't stop him, pretending he doesn't see that little wave of invitation. It's the tiny donut-stealer with explosives that he doesn't want to get close to, really. Can you blame him?

"Oh thank you, anything chocolate is good."
He replies as he begins to return to his original shape now free from Tina's vice-like arms.
Smiling he looks up at Rhys again and waves at him.
"How is the donut?"

"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."

"Thew's pwenty weft," Rhys mumbles indignantly through a mouthful of donut. Wow, so bossy. Is this what it's like to have an annoying younger sibling? He's never had one, so who knows.

Slightly sheepish, he waves a couple fingertips back at the bear. Don't be rude, Rhys, say hello. "It's good. Very sugary. And not licked," he adds with a suspicious look towards Tina. He hopes it's not, anyway.

"Thank you"
Says the bear as he begins to much on the pastry loudly.

Close examination would show that he is not actually eating the food, only mashing it in his mouth since it holds no entrance to his plush body.

"It's delicious!"
After giving both of them a hearty thumbs up he takes another bite.

"There better be shawty or someone's in for it. Probably the guy loading up the trays, tho. He might have more sweets, oooh. We could beat him up and take over his cafe."

Tina. Tina no. Your adoptive parents wouldn't support this. Blaze because she's friends with Officer Suou, and Reynard because Tina could get hurt and he's against fun. The grin she's giving to Rhys though? It's one full of trouble making glee. One she shifts toward the stuffed bear shortly thereafter.

"Don't worry none, I'll gecha all kinds of sweets, Sir Bearington."

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."

"All kinds!"
He says hypnotically. As if the mere idea sent him into a trance.

"That sounds good and for free it's extra nice."
Finishing off the treat he begins to wipe the bigger crumbs off his chest and face.

"Maybe we could get a really big one."
He posits to the small group.

Rhys! Rhys brings up a good point. Booooooo. BOOOOOOOOOOOO. Doing things the boring way is no fun at all. Tina turns her face toward the man with a pouting sulk but her malnourished tumtum agrees with him on this.

Getting the food is more important than how fun the journey is. And if it's free, well. Watch this wasteland child put on her biggest skag puppy eyes and wibble at the good officer playing host for some cake and tea she can serve to the friends she's made here. Her wibbling will get them an entire tray of tea (with matching cups!) and a fruit tart sliced for them to share. Rhys is even getting a very grateful smile for keeping the kid and her stuffed animal friend entertained and not being underfoot.

Not burning the cafe to the ground more like, but you know. It's still gratitude!

"Lookit what i got us!!" Tina holds out the tart with a huge grin. "You've got the beast ideas, Bearbear~!"

Rhys stares blankly back at the officer, completely clueless as to what that smile is supposed to mean. Is it a thanks for being the poor verbal punching bag that he's quickly becoming, so the terror that is Tina doesn't turn her - er, charms - on some other poor unsuspecting soul? The man may never know.

Wow, this is giving him a headache already. Rhys pinches at the bridge of his nose with his prosthetic hand, and lets out a quiet, "Ow," when he pinches a bit harder than he'd meant. "Don't you have, like... parents around here I could find for you? Er, either of you?" It really doesn't seem like either of them should be unsupervised, given how quickly they're getting in cahoots. And given what Rhys knows of Pandorans, he doesn't trust this girl as far as he could throw her. Which isn't a lot, to be honest.

The Carebear chuckled, rocking back and forth with his hands on his belly. The heart shaped icon jiggling as his soft innards bounced about.

"Bearbear, I like that and it really is a delicious looking cake."
Then he heard Rhys suggestion of finding parents.
"Oh..."
Turning his tiny black beads of eyes to Tina he began to scrape the frosting off the cake with his paw.

"... I think we'll be alright. After all, what harm ever came from cakes?"
He smeared the frosting into his mouth and began to chew. Mashing the sugary cream into bits as yet more dribbled onto the floor where a tiny mound of uneaten and ruined food was beginning to form under him.
"Right Tina?"

The fullness of his mouth did not seem to impede his powers of speech at all.

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Time for a big ol' Nexus Block party

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