[www.nexxushost.com/szurane/taurus Description of the setting in case you needed it again.]
Gabriel was going through his typical routine at the temple, that is to say...he was doing a lot of cleaning. Currently he was working on keeping the pews oiled and looking nice. He was wearing typical clothes for him, which consisted of a baggy white tee-shirt that was at least three sizes too big, and a pair of baggy jeans, that was held at his waist by a belt. He looked fairly lean, especially in the face, and he had dark circles under his eyes. His hair was shaggy, and was mostly brown, but had different colored highlights in shades of red and blonde. He had a bad case of bedhead, that looked as if he'd tried to smooth it out as some point and just gave up.
It appears as if nobody else is in the temple, which was just fine by Gabriel. He enjoyed being here alone, without anybody else to bother him. Gabe wasn't really paying attention to his surroundings, because he had on a pair of pink headphones, and he was currently listening to a pink portable CD player, and humming along off key with whatever was playing. It was nearly impossible to tell, because with his bad humming it didn't sound like much of anything. He's got a bucket and a caddy of cleaning supplies sitting next to him and that along with the CD player seems to be all of the personal belongings he's got with him.
Anybody coming in that could sense or see auras could probably tell that Gabriel wasn't quite human, even though he appeared to be so in all other aspects. They likely wouldn't even be able to tell just what he was, only that he was more than human.
Gabriel was going through his typical routine at the temple, that is to say...he was doing a lot of cleaning. Currently he was working on keeping the pews oiled and looking nice. He was wearing typical clothes for him, which consisted of a baggy white tee-shirt that was at least three sizes too big, and a pair of baggy jeans, that was held at his waist by a belt. He looked fairly lean, especially in the face, and he had dark circles under his eyes. His hair was shaggy, and was mostly brown, but had different colored highlights in shades of red and blonde. He had a bad case of bedhead, that looked as if he'd tried to smooth it out as some point and just gave up.
It appears as if nobody else is in the temple, which was just fine by Gabriel. He enjoyed being here alone, without anybody else to bother him. Gabe wasn't really paying attention to his surroundings, because he had on a pair of pink headphones, and he was currently listening to a pink portable CD player, and humming along off key with whatever was playing. It was nearly impossible to tell, because with his bad humming it didn't sound like much of anything. He's got a bucket and a caddy of cleaning supplies sitting next to him and that along with the CD player seems to be all of the personal belongings he's got with him.
Anybody coming in that could sense or see auras could probably tell that Gabriel wasn't quite human, even though he appeared to be so in all other aspects. They likely wouldn't even be able to tell just what he was, only that he was more than human.
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The MetaPot deposited the Stranger in an alleyway. Standing upright, not in anything unsavoury, and not being attacked this time, he was pleased to note. Three pluses and he'd only just arrived.... somewhere. After surreptitiously checking the soles of his boots just to be certain, he ventured out from the shadows and into the sunlight to explore this new world.
It immediately warmed him, settling into the worn leather of his jacket and his black, tousled strands of hair. The Stranger spent a moment adjusting, gaze flickering back and forth over his surroundings, before settling on a small but curious building sitting kitty-corner across from where he'd emerged. The building itself wasn't overly impressive, but what had been done to it warrented some investigation. The Stranger was a sucker for walls, even low ones, because that meant there was something of note behind them.
He looked both ways before trotting across the street and leaning over to see what the walls were shielding. Black roses. Or at least that's what they looked like, interspersed with regular roses in a pattern. That gave him enough justification (though really, when had he ever tried to justify any of his oftentimes foolish and poorly considered actions?) to slip inside through the entrance and make himself at home petting the flowers.
Yes, they were real. One could never be too sure without a bit of floral groping. And in a checkerboard pattern, he noted after staring a moment. Like all roses, though, they didn't seem to have much of a scent he could detect, so he quickly abandoned them after finding no blight nor bug nor anything of interest beyond the colour and design of them.
Returning to the path, the Stranger next approached the door. While the flowers took only a moment to examine, the door had so much going on on it that he hadn't even reached for the handles before getting distracted. Much of the things he recognized, but he couldn't make heads nor tails as to why they were on the door. Probably some cultural thing he didn't know about yet. Was... was he allowed to just go in? Because he rather wanted to see what all oddities this door promised.
He stroked a finger along the door knobs thoughfully. It didn't seem like a private residence, much more church-y if he had to say what it did seem like. He could always apologize later, the Stranger decided, and he had to start figuring out where he was somewhere! Taking the knobs in hands, he pushed open the doors and ducked into the cooler interior, closing them quietly behind him.
The humming drew his attention first, and the Stranger moved a little further into the room, searching for the source. "Hullo!" he called out as soon as he spotted a figure in among the pews. Before he began nosing about the trinkets and ornamentations he could see everywhere, he wanted to make sure that he at least introduced himself to whoever was here before getting chased out like some common vandal over a misunderstanding.
It immediately warmed him, settling into the worn leather of his jacket and his black, tousled strands of hair. The Stranger spent a moment adjusting, gaze flickering back and forth over his surroundings, before settling on a small but curious building sitting kitty-corner across from where he'd emerged. The building itself wasn't overly impressive, but what had been done to it warrented some investigation. The Stranger was a sucker for walls, even low ones, because that meant there was something of note behind them.
He looked both ways before trotting across the street and leaning over to see what the walls were shielding. Black roses. Or at least that's what they looked like, interspersed with regular roses in a pattern. That gave him enough justification (though really, when had he ever tried to justify any of his oftentimes foolish and poorly considered actions?) to slip inside through the entrance and make himself at home petting the flowers.
Yes, they were real. One could never be too sure without a bit of floral groping. And in a checkerboard pattern, he noted after staring a moment. Like all roses, though, they didn't seem to have much of a scent he could detect, so he quickly abandoned them after finding no blight nor bug nor anything of interest beyond the colour and design of them.
Returning to the path, the Stranger next approached the door. While the flowers took only a moment to examine, the door had so much going on on it that he hadn't even reached for the handles before getting distracted. Much of the things he recognized, but he couldn't make heads nor tails as to why they were on the door. Probably some cultural thing he didn't know about yet. Was... was he allowed to just go in? Because he rather wanted to see what all oddities this door promised.
He stroked a finger along the door knobs thoughfully. It didn't seem like a private residence, much more church-y if he had to say what it did seem like. He could always apologize later, the Stranger decided, and he had to start figuring out where he was somewhere! Taking the knobs in hands, he pushed open the doors and ducked into the cooler interior, closing them quietly behind him.
The humming drew his attention first, and the Stranger moved a little further into the room, searching for the source. "Hullo!" he called out as soon as he spotted a figure in among the pews. Before he began nosing about the trinkets and ornamentations he could see everywhere, he wanted to make sure that he at least introduced himself to whoever was here before getting chased out like some common vandal over a misunderstanding.
Gabriel seemed to be lost in his own little world until someone yelled a greeting and he jumped. He had thought he was alone, so he quickly took the headphones off and had them looped around his neck. "Um...hi." He seemed wary, though this man had gotten past the wards, so he should be okay, for now.
The tinny sound coming from the speakers suggested he might have been listening to Lady Gaga, but he soon hit stop on his CD player so he could focus his attention on The Stranger. "Can I help you?" He'd tilt his head to the side, much the same way a bird would when trying to get a better look at something. The guy didn't look familiar to him, but that didn't mean much. He didn't know most of his family's friends.
The tinny sound coming from the speakers suggested he might have been listening to Lady Gaga, but he soon hit stop on his CD player so he could focus his attention on The Stranger. "Can I help you?" He'd tilt his head to the side, much the same way a bird would when trying to get a better look at something. The guy didn't look familiar to him, but that didn't mean much. He didn't know most of his family's friends.
The Stranger, accustomed to being on both sides of the startled spectrum, just waited for the person to adjust to someone being in his building, hands tucked into his jacket pockets, posture slightly slouched and unthreatening. Well, he hoped it was unthreatening. One could never tell what the norm was right off and maybe he was committing some horrible offense. He took his hands out of his pockets and, after a moment of letting them hang awkwardly, settled on clasping them behind his back.
“Hullo. Yes. Just happened to wander in -- lovely place you’ve got here, by the way -- and I’ve a rather odd question, but where am I?” There, start off small, vague, and complimentary. There wasn’t really a wrong answer to that, and he could work his way up to learning the details later. Already just observing he could at least glean the absolute basics. Technologically advanced, what looked to be a mishmash of influences that didn’t quite blend, very multicultural. Had flowers and sun and people with all digits and features accounted for. Open and technological, he rather lucked out; they were always the easiest to blend into once he got his footing.
“Hullo. Yes. Just happened to wander in -- lovely place you’ve got here, by the way -- and I’ve a rather odd question, but where am I?” There, start off small, vague, and complimentary. There wasn’t really a wrong answer to that, and he could work his way up to learning the details later. Already just observing he could at least glean the absolute basics. Technologically advanced, what looked to be a mishmash of influences that didn’t quite blend, very multicultural. Had flowers and sun and people with all digits and features accounted for. Open and technological, he rather lucked out; they were always the easiest to blend into once he got his footing.
Gabriel just watched the man for a moment, but he didn't appear overly threatening, even though he didn't seem to know what to do with his hands. It made Gabriel think that maybe he was nervous and he relaxed slightly. He didn't think that this man really meant him any harm.
"Ah...well...depends on what you mean by...here?" He didn't act as if this were an odd conversation to be having, he was used to strange things, as if that wasn't obvious enough given where he was standing. "This building? Or...this area?" He'd just go ahead and answer both questions, "If you mean this building, it's called Taurus Temple. Dedicated to...a...god of sorts." That was really the best and shortest way he could explain it.
He'd wipe his hands off on his shirt, "If you mean this area, we call it the Nexus. Folks tend to...wash up here from time to time. I take it you're new?" He'd hold out his hand, "I'm Gabriel." Seemed like handshakes were customary, hopefully the Stranger knew what Gabriel was asking.
"Ah...well...depends on what you mean by...here?" He didn't act as if this were an odd conversation to be having, he was used to strange things, as if that wasn't obvious enough given where he was standing. "This building? Or...this area?" He'd just go ahead and answer both questions, "If you mean this building, it's called Taurus Temple. Dedicated to...a...god of sorts." That was really the best and shortest way he could explain it.
He'd wipe his hands off on his shirt, "If you mean this area, we call it the Nexus. Folks tend to...wash up here from time to time. I take it you're new?" He'd hold out his hand, "I'm Gabriel." Seemed like handshakes were customary, hopefully the Stranger knew what Gabriel was asking.
The Stranger waited a moment, letting the other decide for himself what he meant. A good way to figure out what people’s priorities were, that was. What would someone want to know? He just nodded along, carefully playing back the information in his mind to retain it better, already forming questions.
“Or I suffer from a dreadful bout of amnesia,” he answered with a grin, taking the proffered hand in a sure and easy handshake. “I’m the Stranger, or whatever you prefer. Pleasure to meet you, Gabriel.”
The Stranger stepped back once he released Gabriel’s hand, and this time tucked his hands in his pockets and left them there. “Gonna make this a tad ‘twenty questions’, but like you astutely observed, I’ve not a clue about this place – the Nexus, rather. Or this temple. We can start there, if you don’t mind?” He gave himself a mental gold star at remembering to ask if Gabriel even wanted to bother with the Stranger’s inane chatter, but immediately plowed over any reply he might’ve gotten to keep on talking.
“Got quite a motley collection of things, here, I noticed on my way in. What god-of-sorts do you worship here? Some abstract ideal or concept? I probably don’t worship him, her, or it – is that a problem? I’m not going to be kicked out or banished or something, am I?” He hadn’t considered it before, but now the Stranger did – very, very, very belatedly – begin to wonder if there were some ramifications for being a nonbeliever. That would be a new record, exiled five minutes into him arriving.
“Or I suffer from a dreadful bout of amnesia,” he answered with a grin, taking the proffered hand in a sure and easy handshake. “I’m the Stranger, or whatever you prefer. Pleasure to meet you, Gabriel.”
The Stranger stepped back once he released Gabriel’s hand, and this time tucked his hands in his pockets and left them there. “Gonna make this a tad ‘twenty questions’, but like you astutely observed, I’ve not a clue about this place – the Nexus, rather. Or this temple. We can start there, if you don’t mind?” He gave himself a mental gold star at remembering to ask if Gabriel even wanted to bother with the Stranger’s inane chatter, but immediately plowed over any reply he might’ve gotten to keep on talking.
“Got quite a motley collection of things, here, I noticed on my way in. What god-of-sorts do you worship here? Some abstract ideal or concept? I probably don’t worship him, her, or it – is that a problem? I’m not going to be kicked out or banished or something, am I?” He hadn’t considered it before, but now the Stranger did – very, very, very belatedly – begin to wonder if there were some ramifications for being a nonbeliever. That would be a new record, exiled five minutes into him arriving.
Gabriel managed a grin, "Seen quite a bit of that too. At least you don't seem as scared as some." Gabriel had a firm handshake, he wasn't squeezing the life from Stranger's hand, but he's not weak either. "Nice to meet you as well. Stranger huh? That's an odd name for around here."
"I don't mind, I was just finishing up my chores here, it'd be nice to take a quick break." He's all ready for the questions! "Sure, I know quite a bit about this place." Considering he was the one who had mostly built it, he should know whatever Stranger wanted to know.
"Well...we don't exactly...worship him? Not in the way you would think. Ah..." He'd rub the back of his head, trying to think of how to explain this. "As difficult as it might be to believe, the hodge podge of things actually represent him in one way or another. And he used to be...here. You could have met him..." His smile faded, "If you'd come just a few months ago. He died in a war this last fall." Gabriel seemed pretty upset, whatever relationship he'd had with the fallen deity must have been a close one. "People used to come here seeking advice, and he was good at listening."
As for being kicked out, Gabe'd be quick to shake his head, "Nah. Even if you don't believe he's real, as long as you don't mean harm towards him or harm towards someone else sheltered here you can come and go as you please. It's a sanctuary of sorts. You've already passed the wards, so you fall under the protection too, as long as you're in here." He's looking around the temple then, "I'm not really sure where you're from, but if you know anything about Greek or Roman mythology, you might recognize his Pan aspect." Of course that was a long shot, depending on where Stranger was from, there might not even be any Greeks or Romans.
"I don't mind, I was just finishing up my chores here, it'd be nice to take a quick break." He's all ready for the questions! "Sure, I know quite a bit about this place." Considering he was the one who had mostly built it, he should know whatever Stranger wanted to know.
"Well...we don't exactly...worship him? Not in the way you would think. Ah..." He'd rub the back of his head, trying to think of how to explain this. "As difficult as it might be to believe, the hodge podge of things actually represent him in one way or another. And he used to be...here. You could have met him..." His smile faded, "If you'd come just a few months ago. He died in a war this last fall." Gabriel seemed pretty upset, whatever relationship he'd had with the fallen deity must have been a close one. "People used to come here seeking advice, and he was good at listening."
As for being kicked out, Gabe'd be quick to shake his head, "Nah. Even if you don't believe he's real, as long as you don't mean harm towards him or harm towards someone else sheltered here you can come and go as you please. It's a sanctuary of sorts. You've already passed the wards, so you fall under the protection too, as long as you're in here." He's looking around the temple then, "I'm not really sure where you're from, but if you know anything about Greek or Roman mythology, you might recognize his Pan aspect." Of course that was a long shot, depending on where Stranger was from, there might not even be any Greeks or Romans.
The Stranger just offered a shrug and half a grin at the response his not-really-a-name got him. If it wasn’t his complete ignorance about the area, it would have been his name showing him to be a bit of an odd duck. Something always had to stick out, even if it was something so terribly tiny. As Gabriel wound his way through his knowledge to figure out what the Stranger would possibly want to know, he let his gaze slide again over the trinkets and tchotchkes, the etchings and stained glass. Most of it meant nothing but general ideas to him, who could name many a specific thing but to whom Saturn and Horus went completely unrecognized. That was quite a lot of aspects crammed inside one building, and with a bit of time he could probably take a stab at what all they added up to.
He returned his star-black gaze to Gabriel and made the appropriate noises of sympathy when he delivered the news of his deity’s death, but didn’t interrupt. Instead, he waited for Gabriel to answer his first volley of questions, repeating back the main ideas in his mind for future reference.
Deity’s dead. Touchy subject. There was a war recently, though he had to commend that this place didn’t look war-torn at all. Quite the opposite, actually. Magic-y sounding stuff with wards and sanctuaries. An easy enough to follow rule. And Pan. Likely not cookware, but the Stranger did twist his mouth a little in thought, trying to recall if he did know of any Romans or Greeks. Nope. But those were the details, and he could hammer them out later.
Quite unexpectedly and commonsensically, the Stranger held back any flippant remarks about how could he even hurt a dead person. But since they were talking about the temple, talk of the god seemed inevitable. “’Fraid not, my good man,” he settled on saying. “I tend to stay away from deity-dealings ‘less I’m getting sacrificed or married to them. Actually, that’s generally why I stay away. Though I’m sure your fellow was a lovely chap,” he quickly amended, then couldn’t help but blunder on because he just wouldn’t be himself if he had a filter between his brain and mouth. “What do you… ah do here now that he’s…. departed? Do you still… worship… him…” The Stranger trailed off into an awkward silence, resisting the urge to hit himself. While he was curious, what had he just noticed about it being a touchy subject.
He returned his star-black gaze to Gabriel and made the appropriate noises of sympathy when he delivered the news of his deity’s death, but didn’t interrupt. Instead, he waited for Gabriel to answer his first volley of questions, repeating back the main ideas in his mind for future reference.
Deity’s dead. Touchy subject. There was a war recently, though he had to commend that this place didn’t look war-torn at all. Quite the opposite, actually. Magic-y sounding stuff with wards and sanctuaries. An easy enough to follow rule. And Pan. Likely not cookware, but the Stranger did twist his mouth a little in thought, trying to recall if he did know of any Romans or Greeks. Nope. But those were the details, and he could hammer them out later.
Quite unexpectedly and commonsensically, the Stranger held back any flippant remarks about how could he even hurt a dead person. But since they were talking about the temple, talk of the god seemed inevitable. “’Fraid not, my good man,” he settled on saying. “I tend to stay away from deity-dealings ‘less I’m getting sacrificed or married to them. Actually, that’s generally why I stay away. Though I’m sure your fellow was a lovely chap,” he quickly amended, then couldn’t help but blunder on because he just wouldn’t be himself if he had a filter between his brain and mouth. “What do you… ah do here now that he’s…. departed? Do you still… worship… him…” The Stranger trailed off into an awkward silence, resisting the urge to hit himself. While he was curious, what had he just noticed about it being a touchy subject.
Gabriel seemed to be okay with this guy, though he was surprised to find that the guy hadn't heard of Greeks or Romans. "Hm...Egyptians? Horus?" He was just hoping to find someone that this guy was familiar with to make it easier to explain.
Stranger asks what he's still doing here, and Gabriel's eyes drift, "Well...we never really... worshiped him. Honored him maybe? Or...while he was here he was like...someone a lot of us went to for advice. He was respected." As for what he did, "While he was still...here...I promised him that I would keep this place going as a sanctuary. Teach people about him and the lessons that he taught me, and some of my friends." He didn't know why he was blurting all this out to a guy he didn't know, but to be fair, Stranger had asked, and not many people had bothered with that. "And then in a way he wouldn't really be dead." He'd give an embarrassed chuckle, and he'd rub the back of his head, "I guess that sounds really corny when you don't know the person." He'd finally look back at Stranger, "But it's the truth."
Now he felt the need to ask a couple questions of his own, "So...are you going to be sticking around the area for awhile? Or do you think you'll just be passing through?"
Stranger asks what he's still doing here, and Gabriel's eyes drift, "Well...we never really... worshiped him. Honored him maybe? Or...while he was here he was like...someone a lot of us went to for advice. He was respected." As for what he did, "While he was still...here...I promised him that I would keep this place going as a sanctuary. Teach people about him and the lessons that he taught me, and some of my friends." He didn't know why he was blurting all this out to a guy he didn't know, but to be fair, Stranger had asked, and not many people had bothered with that. "And then in a way he wouldn't really be dead." He'd give an embarrassed chuckle, and he'd rub the back of his head, "I guess that sounds really corny when you don't know the person." He'd finally look back at Stranger, "But it's the truth."
Now he felt the need to ask a couple questions of his own, "So...are you going to be sticking around the area for awhile? Or do you think you'll just be passing through?"
The Stranger made a little ‘oh’ of understanding, not because he recognized the words, but because he realized they’d probably never find something that he knew of. His knowledge of Earth-things was very limited, and he did know, at least, that Earth was a big and varied place. So a common middle ground? Not likely just considering the odds.
At least Gabriel took his callous questions in stride, though, and likewise moved on from the earlier issue. “Nah, that seems like pretty sound reasoning, since what is a man but his actions? And if they’re still affecting people through you, why, with that ripple effect he’d be all but immortal by now! So good on you and what you do.” Yes, a very pat, logical response, the Stranger felt. He managed those once in a blue moon so they were always of particular note. A follow through would just ruin it, and he really couldn’t think of anything else to say in response to Gabriel’s sadness.
“Ah!” he said instead when he realized Gabriel had moved on to other things. “No idea, really. I’m just some cosmic pawn with no idea of when I’ll be staying, or when I’ll be leaving, or even what I’m doing. At all.” A man with no idea what he was doing was actually a very good summary of the Stranger. It showed in his rambling, random responses and general flightiness and constant worry that he was doing everything exactly wrong.
At least Gabriel took his callous questions in stride, though, and likewise moved on from the earlier issue. “Nah, that seems like pretty sound reasoning, since what is a man but his actions? And if they’re still affecting people through you, why, with that ripple effect he’d be all but immortal by now! So good on you and what you do.” Yes, a very pat, logical response, the Stranger felt. He managed those once in a blue moon so they were always of particular note. A follow through would just ruin it, and he really couldn’t think of anything else to say in response to Gabriel’s sadness.
“Ah!” he said instead when he realized Gabriel had moved on to other things. “No idea, really. I’m just some cosmic pawn with no idea of when I’ll be staying, or when I’ll be leaving, or even what I’m doing. At all.” A man with no idea what he was doing was actually a very good summary of the Stranger. It showed in his rambling, random responses and general flightiness and constant worry that he was doing everything exactly wrong.
Gabriel rolled with things pretty well, for the most part he was easy going. He's honestly surprised when The Stranger understands the concept of what he's doing so quickly, and it shows on his face. "You'd be surprised at how few people understand that." But they were moving on, and Gabriel didn't mind.
He'd manage to crack a grin, "You remind me of this guy from a tv show." Would Stranger even know what a tv was? Hopefully! "Seems pretty exciting, but maybe a little lonely." He's looking around and then his attention returns back to the Stranger, "You hungry? There's a nice little cafe just down the street from here. They've got really good sandwiches. My treat." Well, if he was traveling all over the place Gabe figured he might be hungry, and honestly cleaning up in the Temple had worked up his own appetite.
He'd manage to crack a grin, "You remind me of this guy from a tv show." Would Stranger even know what a tv was? Hopefully! "Seems pretty exciting, but maybe a little lonely." He's looking around and then his attention returns back to the Stranger, "You hungry? There's a nice little cafe just down the street from here. They've got really good sandwiches. My treat." Well, if he was traveling all over the place Gabe figured he might be hungry, and honestly cleaning up in the Temple had worked up his own appetite.
“Don’t worry about them,” he said. “What you’re doing is probably the best kind of immortality a person could get.” In that regard, at least, the Stranger had some familiarity. Living immortality was arguably pretty awful in the grander scheme of things.
Fortunately, a knowledge of television crossed all boundaries, and the Stranger knew all about its wonders, if not the shows in particular. He laughed. “I hope that’s a good thing. Though I suppose if I reminded you of some villain you wouldn’t be smiling about it.” At the lonely remark, a momentarily thoughtful look passed his face before he shrugged with a half-smile, neither really agreeing nor disagreeing. It really depended on the day and his level of ennui at the time.
“Fortunately for me, there are plenty of people about offering to pay to feed me, so can’t complain,” he decided on. “Learned quite some time ago to never turn down free food.” He offered the crook of his arm, like a gentleman the Stranger most definitely was not offering to walk with a lady, and said, “Shall we away?”
Fortunately, a knowledge of television crossed all boundaries, and the Stranger knew all about its wonders, if not the shows in particular. He laughed. “I hope that’s a good thing. Though I suppose if I reminded you of some villain you wouldn’t be smiling about it.” At the lonely remark, a momentarily thoughtful look passed his face before he shrugged with a half-smile, neither really agreeing nor disagreeing. It really depended on the day and his level of ennui at the time.
“Fortunately for me, there are plenty of people about offering to pay to feed me, so can’t complain,” he decided on. “Learned quite some time ago to never turn down free food.” He offered the crook of his arm, like a gentleman the Stranger most definitely was not offering to walk with a lady, and said, “Shall we away?”
Gabriel actually blushed a little bit at what Stranger said, "Heh. You're right." He's honestly surprised that The Stranger seems to understand something in a few moments that some of his closest friends still don't get. "There's a bad kind of immortality?"
As for the television show, Gabe'd grin. "Well, I think it depends on the point of view of the person really. But his name is The Doctor. He's got a police box that he travels around with and he goes where he wants. The being sucked all around part makes me think of my friend Draeval. That happens to him too, though he mostly just goes back and forth through time."
"Well at least you can still be glad that kind people exist in the world." He's taking off his walkman and leaving it on the floor near his cleaning supplies. He wasn't too worried about them, he was fairly sure it'd be there when he got back. An arm is offered to him, and he turns a bit pink, and hopes he's not mistaking the gesture. He'll hook arms with The Stranger and head for the door, "It's not all that far. You like sandwiches right? Guess I should have asked that first..." Whoops.
As for the television show, Gabe'd grin. "Well, I think it depends on the point of view of the person really. But his name is The Doctor. He's got a police box that he travels around with and he goes where he wants. The being sucked all around part makes me think of my friend Draeval. That happens to him too, though he mostly just goes back and forth through time."
"Well at least you can still be glad that kind people exist in the world." He's taking off his walkman and leaving it on the floor near his cleaning supplies. He wasn't too worried about them, he was fairly sure it'd be there when he got back. An arm is offered to him, and he turns a bit pink, and hopes he's not mistaking the gesture. He'll hook arms with The Stranger and head for the door, "It's not all that far. You like sandwiches right? Guess I should have asked that first..." Whoops.
The Stranger nodded in reply to his question. “Lots,” he said simply, but didn’t expound on said other kinds and their varying levels of badness.
He then listened in silence as Gabriel described this character and his friend while preparing to leave. Not that there was much preparing to be done, he noticed. A pretty safe place, then, the Stranger guessed. Though he had naught on his person to be stolen, it was good to know that the Nexus’s actuality matched its pleasant appearance.
Once Gabriel’s arm was securely looped at the crook of his own worn, leather sleeved arm, he began to lead them out the door with the enthusiasm of a certain girl on a yellow path all het up to meet the Wizard. Only a second later, he realized he had not a clue where they were going. Just a subtle shift in pressure dropped him from lead to follower without breaking stride. “Indeed I do, Mr Gabriel. You’ll find I am easy to please. Good food and good conversation and I don’t even need a roof over my head to be content. Still, always a bonus.
“And that sounds positively absurd,” he continued smoothly like he wasn’t responding all kinds of backwards, “Your show, not your friend. I’m sure your friend makes perfect sense to one familiar with the tangled webs we weave of time. A traveling police box, however…” The Stranger chuckled as though, of everything he’s seen, heard, and done himself in his life, that was the singular most unbelievable thing. He had an image of a cardboard box overflowing with constables and a single MD squeaking down a road on a set of wheels. “Though I do like ‘morally ambiguous medical man unfettered by the laws of reality’… Actually, this sounds like a brilliant show! Could call it The Doctor or Doctor – sorry what did you say his name was?” He asked, just barely missing the joke of the (already existent, which the Stranger seemed also to have missed) show’s title with that last question.
He then listened in silence as Gabriel described this character and his friend while preparing to leave. Not that there was much preparing to be done, he noticed. A pretty safe place, then, the Stranger guessed. Though he had naught on his person to be stolen, it was good to know that the Nexus’s actuality matched its pleasant appearance.
Once Gabriel’s arm was securely looped at the crook of his own worn, leather sleeved arm, he began to lead them out the door with the enthusiasm of a certain girl on a yellow path all het up to meet the Wizard. Only a second later, he realized he had not a clue where they were going. Just a subtle shift in pressure dropped him from lead to follower without breaking stride. “Indeed I do, Mr Gabriel. You’ll find I am easy to please. Good food and good conversation and I don’t even need a roof over my head to be content. Still, always a bonus.
“And that sounds positively absurd,” he continued smoothly like he wasn’t responding all kinds of backwards, “Your show, not your friend. I’m sure your friend makes perfect sense to one familiar with the tangled webs we weave of time. A traveling police box, however…” The Stranger chuckled as though, of everything he’s seen, heard, and done himself in his life, that was the singular most unbelievable thing. He had an image of a cardboard box overflowing with constables and a single MD squeaking down a road on a set of wheels. “Though I do like ‘morally ambiguous medical man unfettered by the laws of reality’… Actually, this sounds like a brilliant show! Could call it The Doctor or Doctor – sorry what did you say his name was?” He asked, just barely missing the joke of the (already existent, which the Stranger seemed also to have missed) show’s title with that last question.
Gabriel thought that was odd, but he didn't say anything. "My...uh...this guy I know thinks it's bad too." Gabriel didn't quite see why. "To each their own I guess." Out they go, and he didn't even pause when he was shifted to the leader position. He'll cross the road once they go outside, and he'll walk across the street and then he's turning right.
The description of the show had him giggling, especially when The Stranger misses the joke that he'd just said by accident. "It's bigger on the inside silly. He often times has companions, it's really cool." As for the name of the show, "It's called Doctor Who. Nobody knows what his name is, he just goes by The Doctor. Something about picking your name on his home planet. Did I mention he was an alien?" He didn't think that he had.
It isn't long before they're outside the little cafe, and he'll shift and hold open the door for Stranger, "After you!" Once inside, they'd probably have to wait a moment to be seated, as was suggested by the sign that said 'Please wait to be seated.'
The description of the show had him giggling, especially when The Stranger misses the joke that he'd just said by accident. "It's bigger on the inside silly. He often times has companions, it's really cool." As for the name of the show, "It's called Doctor Who. Nobody knows what his name is, he just goes by The Doctor. Something about picking your name on his home planet. Did I mention he was an alien?" He didn't think that he had.
It isn't long before they're outside the little cafe, and he'll shift and hold open the door for Stranger, "After you!" Once inside, they'd probably have to wait a moment to be seated, as was suggested by the sign that said 'Please wait to be seated.'
“I’ve actually run into several sorts of the same mind, too,” he replied simply. One’d be surprised at all the dimension and time hoppers floating about with varying views on life, the universe, and everything. “The Doctor. I approve of that, though obviously I have a bias toward anyone called The Noun,” the Stranger continued. “And who’s an alien! Bit of everything, eh?”
When the door was held open for him, the Stranger gave a tip of his invisible hat and said, “Thank you kindly.” Then, as he was many things but illiterate was not one of them, the Stranger clasped his hands behind his back and let his gaze rove freely over the little café as they waited. Much like he’d done earlier when walking into Gabriel’s temple. He was loose and easy with his eyes in general.
After only a short while, a man, looking and walking very much like he worked there, saw them and diverted his course to meet the two. “Two, then?” he asked, already grabbing the menus. “Inside or out?”
The Stranger shrugged and tilted his messy-haired head at Gabriel. “Wherever he says.” This was Gabriel’s turf and his treat, after all.
When the door was held open for him, the Stranger gave a tip of his invisible hat and said, “Thank you kindly.” Then, as he was many things but illiterate was not one of them, the Stranger clasped his hands behind his back and let his gaze rove freely over the little café as they waited. Much like he’d done earlier when walking into Gabriel’s temple. He was loose and easy with his eyes in general.
After only a short while, a man, looking and walking very much like he worked there, saw them and diverted his course to meet the two. “Two, then?” he asked, already grabbing the menus. “Inside or out?”
The Stranger shrugged and tilted his messy-haired head at Gabriel. “Wherever he says.” This was Gabriel’s turf and his treat, after all.
It isn't long before they're in the little cafe and Gabriel thinks on the question, "Hm...Outside...it's nice out today." The waiter will seat them, and take their drink orders. Gabriel gets himself a strawberry lemonade and The Stranger is free to order whatever he'd like. It'll give them a few minutes to look at the little menu that's on the table, it's a few basic sandwiches and a lot of desserts.
"Um...if you don't know what anything is just ask." Though hopefully The Stranger had been through enough places to know what the meats and toppings were. "It's a pity you don't know how long you'll be here, there's a lot of neat things to see. My friend owns a zoo, and there's a boardwalk, the temples if you're interested in that sort of thing." But he spent enough time there to know exactly where everything was, so he didn't find them exactly thrilling anymore.
"Um...if you don't know what anything is just ask." Though hopefully The Stranger had been through enough places to know what the meats and toppings were. "It's a pity you don't know how long you'll be here, there's a lot of neat things to see. My friend owns a zoo, and there's a boardwalk, the temples if you're interested in that sort of thing." But he spent enough time there to know exactly where everything was, so he didn't find them exactly thrilling anymore.
The Stranger just asked for water because he liked being boring. He likewise had no trouble identify and picking out what he wanted to eat. When the drinks were brought, very promptly, he noticed, he gave his order and waited for Gabriel's to be taken. The Stranger didn’t use the offered straw once the waiter had left, but instead casually pocketed it before replying.
“Yer,” he said as he took a sip, “Could be a few hours, could be a few days, could be a few years. Cosmic chance is a fickle mistress indeed. If I’m here for that long, though, I’ll definitely like to see all that. Get well acquainted with the place. And get a job or go hobo. That’s how things usually go if I’m not up to mischief and mayhem.” The Stranger shrugged and began playing with the lemon wedge.
“Speaking of, what’s the story ‘round here? Seems all nice and tame, but you’ve got casual time travelers, immortals, recent wars and all sorts of curiosities one doesn’t see in just any old place, especially not all in one generation. Are you something special, too, that you meet them all?”
“Yer,” he said as he took a sip, “Could be a few hours, could be a few days, could be a few years. Cosmic chance is a fickle mistress indeed. If I’m here for that long, though, I’ll definitely like to see all that. Get well acquainted with the place. And get a job or go hobo. That’s how things usually go if I’m not up to mischief and mayhem.” The Stranger shrugged and began playing with the lemon wedge.
“Speaking of, what’s the story ‘round here? Seems all nice and tame, but you’ve got casual time travelers, immortals, recent wars and all sorts of curiosities one doesn’t see in just any old place, especially not all in one generation. Are you something special, too, that you meet them all?”
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Gabriel's ordering himself a soda, and a ham sandwich with a slice of chocolate cake for dessert. Gabriel giggled when Stranger pocketed the straw, but he didn't comment on it. When his drink came he used the straw to drink it.
"Well it's definitely a very unique place, I think you'll have a lot of fun if you stick around here for awhile." He'd sip at his coke again, and then he'd look a little surprised at Strangers next line of questioning. "Oh no, not at all. I just...sort of got mixed up in things because of my family. Though I'd imagine that if you stick around here for long enough, you'll get caught up in your fair share of crazy shenanigans. Things just tend to kind of happen around here, without any sort of rhyme or reason."
Gabriel's ordering himself a soda, and a ham sandwich with a slice of chocolate cake for dessert. Gabriel giggled when Stranger pocketed the straw, but he didn't comment on it. When his drink came he used the straw to drink it.
"Well it's definitely a very unique place, I think you'll have a lot of fun if you stick around here for awhile." He'd sip at his coke again, and then he'd look a little surprised at Strangers next line of questioning. "Oh no, not at all. I just...sort of got mixed up in things because of my family. Though I'd imagine that if you stick around here for long enough, you'll get caught up in your fair share of crazy shenanigans. Things just tend to kind of happen around here, without any sort of rhyme or reason."
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