Nexus. Black Dog. BBNS Intro Part 2

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Tarantulus: *blink* Can they be regrown from the cuttings?

bbnsSilverbolt: One of my sisters has one growing in a jar. It started out as a piece from another plant.

Tarantulus: *small grin* I have a friend who I promised I'd track down scented geraniums for. I think she'll like these.

bbnsWheelie: *delighted little guy offers up the handful* They grow all around. The pretty smelling leaves cover the ground.

Tarantulus: *for a big guy, he's incredibly careful as he accepts the handful of spicy apple-scented plants* I think Bathilda will be able to think of an appropriate container for them.

bbnsSilverbolt: Why did your friend want you to bring her some? Can't she walk out and get them?

Tarantulus: She's not strong enough yet to walk very far on her own. She's getting stronger, but she's still mostly confined to her home. And she wants types from every available source.

bbnsSilverbolt: Oh. I'm sorry. *blink* What do you mean? *looks toward a funny noise from one of the smaller Jazzes*

mvJazz: *just fed his ToS counterpart something spicy for a laugh*

ToSJazz: *wheezing after he finishes the bite, expression promises retaliation!*

bbnsJazz: *offering mvJazz something he just stirred together*

Tarantulus: *headshake* I'm glad the Jazz from my reality is too busy with work.

mvJazz: *curious, will accept what bbnsJazz is offering and have a taste* *visor brightens* Heeey! That's pretty good. *grin*

stuff: *kicks him right in the processor*

mvJazz: Whoah...

bbnsSilverbolt: *to Tarantulus* What did you mean when you said your friend wants types from every available source?

Tarantulus: *soft chuckle* She's gotten plants from all of the catalogues from baseline human dominated realities. She's looking to expand her collection, because she likes the plants.

bbnsSilverbolt: *looks very confused* But can't she just get more from the ones she has, if she knows about the branches growing?

Tarantulus: There are different varieties, and they look and smell different from each other.

bbnsSilverbolt: *very surprised* But they're all the same kind of plant?

Archiva: *stops by Tarantulus to sniff the air* Oh yes. They're all pelargoniums. With careful breeding, and crossing of the varieties, people have gotten even more shapes and scents. *nods to where Nemesis is wiping the other end of the bar with a large, fuzzy leaf*

Tarantulus: *nods* And Bathilda wants to get as many varieties as she can before she starts growing her own varieties.

bbnsSilverbolt: *slow and wondering look to bbnsDesinex*

bbnsDesi: ... *very surprised*

bbnsSilverbolt: *looks back to Tarantulus* ...Why?

Tarantulus: *chuckles* They're her favorite pet.

bbnsSilverbolt: *expression says that this war-raised youngster is struggling to understand why one needs many varieties of a pet, or even how one would take care of them*

bbnsDesi: *this does not compute with her, either*

mvJazz: *hiccoughs and snickers about it*

ToSJazz: ... *gives bbnsJazz a sideways look* What'd you give him?

bbnsJazz: *grins and toasts TOSJazz with his nearly empty mug of Romulan ale, then knocks the rest back*

ToSJazz: *amused snerk as mvJazz tips forward*

bbnsSilverbolt: *absently registers that bbnsWheelie has the giggles, but he's focused on the conversation at hand* Your people keep a lot of pets that can't help them?

Tarantulus: Not always. Not everyone likes pets, and some people have pets that help them with work... *nods toward where Don, Betty, Cathy and David just hauled a drunk Lambo out* Case in point.

bbnsSilverbolt: *looks* ...One of the babies is dancing on that man's face.

bbnsDesinex: *looks, snickerfit* Nice.

Tarantulus: That's how he wakes people up.

bbnsSilverbolt: *watches for a bit longer, till he hears the rattle of the bot being dropped on the steps outside* *once more turns back to Tarantulus* But what's the use of pets if not to help you?

Tarantulus: Companionship, mostly.

bbnsDesinex: That's what people are for.

Tarantulus: Well, Bathilda also likes to take care of other living beings, and that's helping her get back to how she used to be.

bbnsSilverbolt: *frowns and looks at bbnsDesinex* Our Bathilda takes care of Senaiji.

bbnsDesinex: And anyone else who doesn't get outta the way quick enough.

Tarantulus: *soft chuckle* That's Bathilda for you... Kae Yau's pretty similar. She'll mother anything that stays still long enough.

bbnsSilverbolt: Who is Kae Yau?

Tarantulus: *will nod toward a flash of flames at one of the tables* She's one. She's older than most of the ones that I've met in the past, but she's a Kae Yau.

bbnsSilverbolt: *looks over there and shakes his head* I've never met someone like that.

Tarantulus: That's not that surprising. According to Old Lady Yau and Mama Yau, Ifiri are pretty rare in most realities.

bbnsSilverbolt: I see. *startles and looks down at the table that contains the two small Jazz bots*

ToSJazz: *so amused* Stick a fork in 'im. 'E's done. *pokes mvJazz, who is conked out and snoring*

bbnsDesi: ... Says the guy who's twenty degrees off of vertical.

bbnsWheelie: *finds a fork that's not covered in nom and very carefully and obligingly pokes mvJazz with it*

mvJazz: *more snore*

ToSJazz: *snickerfit*

bbnsWheelie: *considers the reaction, and then just as carefully pokes the other little Jazz*

bbnsJazz: *snigger*

ToSJazz: Heeeey. What's that for? *pout*

bbnsWheelie: *looks up at the others* This is no fun. Look, he's not done.

bbnsSilverbolt: o.0;

Tarantulus: *snerks* He will be soon.

bbnsDesinex: *investigating the sauces on ToSJazz's plate* *Looks at bbnsJazz* What'd you do?

bbnsJazz: *grins and offers her a taste*

bbnsDesi: *obligingly tastes* *unprintable commentary as she tastes something she's not familiar with*

bbnsJazz: S'jes ale, Desi. Like we make at home sometimes.

bbnsDesi: That doesn't taste like the stuff from home. XP

Thor: *just fell off the table again over there*

bbnsJazz: *looks toward the fall and then startles and starts stuffing his face*

bbnsDesi: *turns her attention to finishing what's on her plate*

bbnsWheelie: *looks to see what his friends saw, and then also starts rapidly getting ready to go*

bbnsSilverbolt: *looks* Meep! Ultra Magnus!

Tarantulus: *can't help the startle he just did, will turn to look*

bbnsUltra Magnus: *massive, scarred old dark red guy with dark purplish/bluish blotches. Is wearing a metal breastplate. And a scowl as he searches the crowd. Enormous wings twitch as his head turns, and his bobbed tail is jerking*

Tarantulus: *very surprised*

Showtime: *coming back from taking orders to tables, will stop by bbnsUltra Magnus* Table, booth, or bar?

bbnsUltra Magnus: *sees the little bot lady who he met when he was here before with his son* Wheelie, please.

Showtime: He's at the bar with Jazz.

Old Lady Yau: *causes a minor riot by wolf whistling at the big drach*

Mama Yau: *laughing so hard she just fell off her chair*

bbnsUltra Magnus: *looks over toward the whistle and laughter with a questioning scowl*

Old Lady Yau: *SUCH a brat grin on her face*

Mama Yau: *trying and failing to get back onto her chair*

Showtime: Old Lady Yau and Mama Yau. Two versions of an Ifiri woman named Kae Yau. *calmly* They're not shy about openly admiring someone they find aesthetically pleasing.

Tarantulus: *one with his faceplam, because Showtime is sharing her amusement and what she just said*

bbnsUltra Magnus: *gives Showtime a confused scowl* They're only whistling to try and make me flustered, because they think I'm funny-looking.

Old Lady Yau: Nay, b'y! I whistled 'cause I saw some'un pretty!

bbnsUltra Magnus: *doesn't believe the small woman and turns away to take a step toward the bar*

Showtime: *quietly* They're also some of the most honest people in most realities...

Old Lady Yau: *out of her chair and moving to try and intercept you, bbnsUltra Magnus*

bbnsUltra Magnus: *tries to step around the tiny woman as he nods absently to Showtime. Has tuned both females out*

Old Lady Yau: Hey! *huff*

bbnsUltra Magnus: *pauses as she scoots ahead of him again* I'm sorry, I don't have time to amuse you, I've got people to bring home.

Old Lady Yau: If I was arter lookin' fer amusement, I'd get me alternate drunk fer a laugh.

bbnsUltra Magnus: *scarred old face wrinkles into a scowl, and turns back toward the bar* You aren't my type.

Old Lady Yau: *snort* D' ye even 'ave a type?

bbnsUltra Magnus: *quietly, as he watches the kids and bbnsJazz clear their plates* Not anymore.

Old Lady Yau: ... *much frown* *sincerely* I's sorry t' hear t'at. 'N sorry fer yer loss.

bbnsUltra Magnus: *soft snort* I never had a wife. I've been married to my world. *scowls as a brown creature similar to a Drach darts past and scoops the small woman up and drops her into his hand on the way*

Old Lady Yau: *seriously* What's the situation on yer world?"

bbnsUltra Magnus: War.

Old Lady Yau: What sort o' tactics 're the sides usin'?

bbnsUltra Magnus: *sighs as he sees the bartender shoot him a scowl and give his people more to eat* *quietly* What does it matter to you?

Old Lady Yau: Arter I left me 'ome reality t' see what's out t'ere, I fought in a few wars meself. 'N lead me clan t' survivin' some o' the worst skirmishes on the planet. I knows war.

bbnsUltra Magnus: War that burns the fields and poisons the eggs? *looks down at her* That sees the cities as ruins?

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