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

[bookbrawler]

Right so...he does talk, that's cool.

"No, nope, not a problem. I mean, unless you're looking to blow someone's house down. You're not, are you?"

Just asking.

[big_bad_sheriff]

Man, people are never gonna let that go, are they? At least Colin has an excuse, being that it was his house and all. "That was one time," Bigby says, trying not to sound too exasperated. Even Fabletown's amnesty doesn't make people forget what anyone did before the Exodus, and the Big Bad Wolf is no different. "I haven't had to hunt for my food for centuries."

[bookbrawler]

Nope, sorry.

Okay, so this doesn't sound like a Libris Fabula thing, no magical books overwriting reality, so that's good. Definitely a relief. But the way he answered meant he actually lived what it, so...is he the actual guy? Or wolf.

"That's...good for any pigs who...can actually build structures. Lemmie just ask--are you a Fictional?"

[big_bad_sheriff]

Good for the pigs who make shitty construction decisions, certainly. Bigby decides not to say that out loud though. He's already got enough of a reputation to worry about, and this stranger hasn't even touched on the Red Riding Hood thing yet. No need to give him more ammo.

He hasn't heard the term Fictional before, but it's close enough. "I'm a Fable, sure. You?" Hey, he can't always tell from scent alone. There's plenty of human Fables in Fabletown.

[bookbrawler]

Fable is close enough for him, too. He's still curious as all hell if the guy was summoned, spontaneously manifested (which happens), or if it was literally just a from-a-different-world deal like so much else here. Probably not the best way to make introductions (hey were you summoned by an evil wizard because that happens), so Jacob tries something else for now.

"Nah, I'm a Librarian. Jacob Stone. Good to uh...meet you." He says the word Librarian like it's capitalized, since it was, technically. Ordinarily he wouldn't bring up the Library right away in conversation with a stranger, since it was supposed to be, y'know, a secret, but considering who he was already talking to, that might be a moot point. A lot of the magical beings in his world already knew what the Library was, at least.

"So you're the real deal then, the original wolf from the stories."

[big_bad_sheriff]

A Librarian, he says. You don't need ears like Bigby's to hear the capital letter on that one, not that he really knows what it means besides the obvious. Something important to somebody, and probably in a way that doesn't involve just cataloging books.

Probably worth investigating. That's his job these days, after all. "Bigby Wolf. Fabletown sheriff." As important as the secrecy laws are, it's kinda refreshing that he doesn't have to keep as tight of a lid on it here. There's weirder shit here than Fables.

He grunts in reply. "That's me. The mundies don't usually get it all right, though, so don't believe everything you hear."

[bookbrawler]

"Sheriff." Huh. That's interesting, cause the last big bad wolf he'd encountered (the one who could huff and puff too) was also a sheriff.

Also, the name makes sense. Cool.

"Fabletown, I'm guessin' that's exactly what it sounds like." An entire town full of Fictionals? The more adventurous part of him wants to see what that looks like, and the cautious part of him wants nothing to do with it because he's seen how anything to do with fairy tales can turn real bad, real quick.

"Well, enlighten me. What's the big thing they got wrong?"

[big_bad_sheriff]

"Pretty much." Sure, it's not the most imaginative name, but Fabletown had its name long before Bigby had any say in the matter. And he'll give it credit where it's due, the name gets the idea across in no time flat. "Fabletown's part of New York City these days." Not that the mundies know, or that the resident Fables are beholden to mundy laws, but hey. Geography matters sometimes.

"Well for one, all three pigs are alive and well. And Woody didn't kill me either, not that he didn't try."

[bookbrawler]

Makes sense to him, man. But--

"New York City? Seriously? How do people not...magic, right." Still, the thought of the fairy-tale town he experienced combined with New York City sounds...horrifying.

"I'm...uh, glad they're still kickin'."

[big_bad_sheriff]

Bigby grunts in affirmation. "Magic. Spells to encourage mundies to avoid our territory, glamours to make folks look human who can't manage it themselves. We've got a place upstate for those who can't pass too. Animals, giants, that kinda thing."

If he could smirk in his natural form, he might. As it is, his tail gives the slightest of twitches. "Me too. Colin's not so bad. His brothers never forgave me for the house thing though."

But enough about him. He eyes Jacob, considering. "So, a Librarian. With a capital L, sounds like. What's that get you?"