nexus_crossings | 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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She smiles warmly at him, "Aye tis." She replies "Need a hand?" She asks warmly as she finally locates some tongs and softly opens and closes them a few times to test them as she looks over the meats on offer.

She hums, "oh um..well I ran into him a while back he ah." She swallows a slight lump and looks saddened. "He was suffering from amenisa..h-he didn't don't even remember me." Her shoulders droop. "Still looking into what happened." She mumbles softly, "I..I never seen him..that scared before." She states half under her breath and softly sniffles. She knew it wasn't his fault. But still, it hurt..still hurts. "I mean he's gotta himself into similar spots before.." She trails off but it was different now..he could dash off to many many more places and into very dangerous situations.

"If you want. Thanks." Hands are definitely useful, he's gotta admit. Maybe the only thing his human form is more useful at.

Bigby's heard enough unresolved missing persons cases that even though this isn't the outcome she wanted, he still sees it as something of a success. "You found him. That's what's important."

She nods and starts to, humming slightly. "hmmh, your most welcome. "

She sighs a little but nods, "Aye..I just hope he..is more cautious..he's sort of a trouble magnet the only folks who are most likely to be able to corral him in a bit is his best friend and his brother. " She replies and informs him. And even then on a good day with a case that can be a task if he gets restless and bored.

"Maybe you should talk to them about it," Bigby suggests, aware that he's probably missing pieces, but he is the Sheriff, and it's his first instinct to try to figure out how to make peace. Otherwise Fables end up dead, or seriously pissed.

She nods softly with a sigh. "Aye, I definitely have that on the to-do list..it's the best way to break it that can be hard... err...even if one is more diplomatic then the other.." She murmurs the last a mite. "Though his best mate's a Doctor...John's..more versed in the mundane than the magical." She tries her best to give as much detail as she knew least on the one end of things. They'd done things as a team for so long..though with one of their numbers out of commission it was harder.

It was like having a gear missing from a well-oiled clock or machine.

"A mundy specialist?" All right, now Bigby's heard of everything. Certainly nothing he'd expect to find in Fabletown, but he's seen enough weird shit here in the Nexus to know that it takes all types sometimes. "I ain't a fan of breaking news to folks either, but it's gotta be done. Just do the best you can to soften it up and you'll do fine."

She hums and nods, "Yeah..ya might have heard of him, Dr. John Watson?" She half asks half states, true the boys normally couldn't do much more than shift between forms unless they got ahold of some artifact etc. They did have their training and their legendary smarts and tenacity. She wasn't quite sure what Bigby could categorize them as since technically they weren't of fairy tale or fable fame. "Though technically back in his home realm he's..er credited as writing..about his and Sherlock's adventures. " She tries her best to classify or explain things.

It was hard sometimes to keep things like such straight with all the various realms sometimes. The old chicken and the egg thing.

She hums and nods, "Aye.." She lets out a sigh, "I'll certainly do my best." She murmurs softly and gives him a warm smile, "Thanks, Sheriff." She states sincerely and adds some more meat to a plate and offers it towards him automatically, "Um." oh yeah, She glances about a bit. "Where would ya like these."

The name rings only a vague bell, until she mentions Sherlock. Holmes, he presumes. No one he's familiar with personally, but then, he doesn't know every single Fable by name, either. Either way, he knows enough about alternates to doubt these particular ones are from the same Homelands, but enough to get the gist.

"Detective types, right." Not too far from his own wheelhouse.

Wolves don't smile, exactly, but he lets out a single chuckle under his breath. "Just pick a table or somethin'. And thanks."

She beams up at him, "Aye one and the same. " She murmurs and nods a few times.

She smiles back at the lovely sound, "Okey dokey and your most welcome." She replies warmly and glances about and sets the plate on the nearest spot that looks open. "Here ya go." She states warmly and then sets about filling a smaller plate for herself. Pacing herself foodwise.

The table's about the right height for him to eat while standing, rather than the indignity of eating off the floor like a dog. Lets him peoplewatch better, too, instead of having to stare at the ground.

He takes a few mouthfuls of meat while she loads up her own plate, and considers the crowd. There's a lot of faces here he doesn't recognize, and he supposes that's the point.

She wiggles her ears happily,

She pads over toward him after she gathers enough for herself. There is a very decent sized crowd.

Time for a big ol' Nexus Block party

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