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

[ottershawastronomer]

"Space travel?" Ogilvy's curiosity is raised even further. "They're capable of space travel where you're from?" The more he learns about Jake's universe, the more interested he is. "Even the Martians couldn't travel freely between their planet and ours. Their cylinders were made for one-way trips."

[jarheadclan]

"Yeah, but not the ridiculously fast kind. Takes five years to get from one to the other, so they put us in cryosleep for the whole trip. Not as exciting as it sounds."

[ottershawastronomer]

Ogilvy has to admit, that does sound boring. "Cryosleep. I can guess what that means from the prefix. Guess they don't have much to do out in deep space, I assume."

[jarheadclan]

Jake chuckles. "Nah. Only need a couple people to run the ship I guess, and it saves on food and oxygen and stuff. Had the worst morning breath when I woke up, but better than being bored stupid for five years."

[ottershawastronomer]

Ogilvy is impressed by the technology in Jake's time. "How advanced are these spaceships of yours?" He clears his throat. "I encountered a spacefaring species before coming to the Nexus. They weren't friendly."

[jarheadclan]

"Oh man, I'm the wrong person to ask." Jake doesn't look offended though, more amused than anything. "I was a Marine, not a scientist. I don't know how any of that cr- uh, stuff works, just how to use what I had to. Mostly the weapons and field gear."

[ottershawastronomer]

Ogilvy recognizes the word, and guesses Jake is ex-military from the information he was given. "Where on Earth were you from? I'm from England. When I left my world, it was around 1900 or so - though I was a scientist. An astronomer, if you want to be precise."

[jarheadclan]

"Detroit," Jake says, with a hint of hometown pride. "United States. Haven't been there since 2148 though, that's when I shipped out. I think it's probably 2159 now, or something like that." It's easy to lose track, now that he's not relying on the Earth calendar anymore.

[ottershawastronomer]

"Oh." Ogilvy decides to explain where he's from. "I'm from Ottershaw, in 1900. It's a quiet hamlet in the Surrey region of England. Born there, worked there, think I must have died near there. At least I think I'm dead." If he was dead, that would explain a lot.

[jarheadclan]

Dead, huh. Not the first person Jake's met here with that kind of story, and none of them have been able to go back, not without risking making it permanent. He frowns down at Ogilvy, not really sure what to say. "You're okay now though, right?"

[ottershawastronomer]

Ogilvy nods - well, he still has flesh on his bones and not the least bit burned. "I was hit point-blank by what I suspect was some kind of Martian weapon. So I am probably dead." The other men with him were killed, so that was the only explanation. "So I suppose I'm here for good."