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

[big_bad_sheriff]

"Yeah. A common enemy doesn't hurt, either. We don't always get along perfect, but nobody does. All we can do is our best."

[houmaprotector]

"A common enemy?"

Alec can't raise an eyebrow but he manages to do so. If Bigby is watching he'll note his toes slightly root.

[big_bad_sheriff]

He may not see it, but 'my what big ears you have' is as accurate as the tales say, picking up the subtle sounds of topsoil being scratched and shifted.

"Right." Bigby forgets sometimes, that not everyone knows that part of the story. It's the one thing all Fables living in the mundy world have in common. "Nobody knows who the Adversary is, or where he came from. All we know is he conquered the Homelands and killed or drove out everyone in his path. His armies were everywhere, by the end. Goblins, devils, wooden soldiers. Hell, they even tried to con me into joining him once. Said no. Helped as many escape through the portals to the mundy realm as I could. Those that made it, well, they're Fabletown."

[houmaprotector]

Something about the idea of a great evil driving people away soundsfamiliar and for one moment Alec is back in his green, back facing the rot. Back in the Gotham sanctuary of rot world...

He's dazed, staring into space but his body is a size bigger then it was, hands at his sides, braced to fight before the Nexus green reaches into his mind with a Come back Alec.

He retreats, shrinks a hair, "...I'm-

Sorry that sounded like something I had to deal with in my world. I think I was...there."

[big_bad_sheriff]

Bigby's seen plenty of unexpected transformations, so Alec's sudden shift has him stiffening in place, the fur on the scruff of his neck standing up as he bristles, reading that fighting stance on instinct before his conscious mind even catches up.

He doesn't quite relax when Alec comes back to reality, wariness in the set of his shoulders, but he consciously makes an effort to unfluff his fur a bit. Not like he's the first guy to have some kinda PTSD that Bigby's run into. "Don't worry 'bout it. Shit like that marks a person, Fable or no."

[houmaprotector]

"...thank you." Alec shrinks himself another hair, "I hope I didn't startle you. The Red has always been an ally to the green and even if...things aren't that different."

He pauses, "...This battle with the adversary? Is he death?"

[big_bad_sheriff]

"Nah. No blood, no foul." Maybe not in the old days, but it's not the old days anymore. And that's probably for the best. Everybody could do with a little more forgiving around Fabletown.

The odd question makes Bigby pause. "Death? ...I suppose there's a chance he could be. His servants definitely tasted foul enough, but that could be all sorts of dark magics at work. No one who saw him ever made it back to tell the story, so we never found out."