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

[conjuredskies]

"What?" Felix is busy being entertained by the sight of this man charging at the sweets like a starved Khajiit. It's going to take him a minute to process both the question and the foreign word. "'Napkins'? These things?" He holds up one of the little paper handkerchiefs hidden in a stack behind some swirly pastries with raisins in them.

[thecompanyman]

So many kinds, he can't even pick just one. Rhys already has a small tower of various donuts stacked up on his real palm before the other guy answers, and he turns, mismatched eyes (figuratively) lighting up as he spies what the stranger is holding. "Yes, perfect! Thanks."

He snags one with his artificial hand, gleaming silver disappearing at the wrist beneath the sleeve of his corporate coat, but the line of his arm all the way up to the shoulder doesn't seem quite natural either. "God, you're a lifesaver. Well, not a life saver, but my joints'll thank you later."

[conjuredskies]

He sees so many peculiar things here, Felix likes to think he's gotten quite good at not wincing like a provincial rube. And still, he catches a grimace forming on his face and has to smooth it quickly. It takes another few seconds to realize he's staring. Well, better to have a mechanical substitute than no hand at all, surely? It just looks so unsettling, especially to a man from a world without prosthetics.

"That's, ah, an unfortunate side-effect to having a metal hand," he says, laughing a little to cover his disquieted impulse.

[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.