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

[notalldead]

Jesse looks up and has a brief moment of culture shock. He'd forgotten that this sort of thing can just happen in the Nexus. Talking animals. Like a Disney movie.

His face is blank with confusion for maybe a little too long before he reaches up and flicks the brim of his hat to tilt it back slightly. "Thank ya kindly. Nice...fur?" What do you compliment a wolf on? He should have said 'what big teeth you have', in retrospect. What a missed opportunity.

[big_bad_sheriff]

Bigby's not sure if the staring is because he's a talking wolf, or because of his size, but either way, he's used to it. Like, a lot. "Thanks," he says dryly. If he was a more sarcastic person, he might add something dumb like 'I grew it myself.' Sadly, he's not.

"Don't suppose you got that from a bar around here," he says, with a pointed look toward the spot the hip flask is currently stashed. "I could use one of those about now."

[notalldead]

Jesse glances between wolf and flask several times. "I mean...If it ain't gonna make yer organs shut down or nothin', I don't mind sharin'. Dunno how canines do with some Jack Daniels in their system. Y'need a waterin' bowl or somethin'? Otherwise, I can just pour ya some." He mimes tilting the flask as if to indeed pour it, likely right into the wolf's mouth. Why not?

[big_bad_sheriff]

Bigby huffs (but doesn't puff) a small chuckle. "I'm not your average kinda wolf." As if that wasn't obvious, but hey, sometimes it bears saying. "Don't wanna drink all your liquor, but I'll have a sip, if you're offerin'."

Having something poured straight into his muzzle is a bit undignified, but it's better than lapping it out of a bowl like he's a dog. It ain't natural. Not that whiskey is either, but there's a line here. Nope, a splash straight on the tongue'll do, thanks much.