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A multiversal plane is not an every day occurrence. Aliens, zombies, sentient robots... they're not a familiar sight either. Despite all of this, Isidor Briar Durant strides into this unfamiliar territory chin up, tailored suit, heels clicking against the ground, as if she owns the place. Viatorus follows nervously behind her, offering her answers whenever the smallest spark of confusion appears in her eyes as she scans area. She takes her time about putting names and terms to the things around her. It is important. She needs to be more than just informed about the Nexus, she needs to be familiar with it.

And then, when she decides she's ready, her intense examination changes with a blink. Isidor clasps her hands together and smiles, becoming the picture of a friendly stranger. "Hello. This is an exciting place, isn't it? Full of interesting people, I'm certain. I'd very much like to get to know you. Your name, a little bit about you and where you come from, maybe."

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Steve thinks he recognizes Viatorus--one of Verity's friends wasn't he? From the Halloween party, even though they didn't talk personally. He's not totally sure though, so he settles for a small wave once Isidor lets go of his hand.

"You have an interest in this place?" Steve looks around them somewhat. "I suppose it is rather bizarre. I uhm...I'm from Brooklyn, circa 1941. Seems like there's a lot of us from New York in various times and worlds. I got stuck here a while ago, so...now I do art commissions to make a living." Steve is friendly and all American in his expressions and smiles. Wholesome.

"I'd uhm..I'd be careful makin' trips to an' from here, in case no one told you about the possibility of getting stuck."

The warning is met with polite amusement, her head dipping a tiny amount in gratitude. "That's very good of you to tell me, thank you. But my brother is rather talented. He's able to create a reliable, stable portal between our world and this place."

Viatorus's mouth flaps as he tries to think of how to contribute, and ends up shrugging and nodding while he rubs his hands. "I-It was an accident at first."

"But now he opens and closes portals on a daily basis." Pride seeps into her tone and shows in the slight tilt of her chin. "I'm very lucky." Then it's back to warming up to Steve. "Maybe if you ask nicely he'll see if he can help you get home. This must be a huge change from 1940s Brooklyn."

"S'not my portal that's the problem." Steve answers quietly. "My world is gone." He doesn't linger on the statement for long, because she didn't know and she probably doesn't mean to talk down to him. Most everyone does. Most kids are bigger than he is.

"It is, Ma'am. I get by though. The people here are friendly, on the whole. And this place isn't at war, which is....a nice change."

While Viatorus cringes in sympathy, Isidor looks surprised and then apologetic. She offers a simple, "I'm sorry."

Getting herself back on track, she nods slowly. "Yes, peace... I can't imagine how nice that must be. We're both very fortunate in that regard."

"Wh-What sort of... What sort of art do you do?" Viatorus manages to ask, nerves finally breaking through curiosity.

"Sketches and paintings, mostly. I have a more traditionalist style, I suppose." He'll hand his sketchbook over to Viatorus. The first few pages are of Brooklyn, a blonde nurse fussing with her hair and makeup who looks an awful lot like Steve in the face. A dark haired man.

But the later pages, those are full of people Viatorus should know. There's a few sketches of Verity--drinking coffee at a diner, cooking, reading. One of Samus Aran the bounty hunter tapping a datapad. A picture of Groot dancing from the Halloween party. A sketch of Amelia that's mostly a bust shot study of her mask from the party, and one of the undead knight Harrowheart, grinning like the pleasant creature he is.

His style is realistic, with most emphasis on capturing the motion of the subject, the life they give off.

The offering is an unexpected one, but he accepts the sketch book with a quiet word of thanks, handling it with all the care he would give an ancient manuscript. Each page is turned with great care, the spine supported and never stretched.

Isidor watches Viatorus for a moment before looking back to Steve. "Viatorus does some of his own drawing..."

"Not like this," he pipes up, less anxious now that he has something to distract him. "These are wonderful! I'm not good at capturing this much detail." It's only when he looks up again that he hesitates. "What...ah, what kind of paint do you use?"

"Really? I wouldn't mind sketching with someone sometime. Haven't been able to do that since art school, before the war." Steve gives Viatorus a small smile. "I usually use watercolors, since it's easy to get a hold of and not too expensive, but I learned with oils as well when I was in school. Do you paint too?"

He seems thrilled at the idea of an art buddy.

"Yes. Sometimes. W-Water colours too, but mostly... mostly charcoal and pencil." A hand lifts to scratch his brow with his thumb. "I've never used oils. I-I'm really not as good as you."

"If you practiced more..." Isidor suggests gently and then smiles between the two. "Maybe Mr Rogers would be kind enough to give you a few tips."

"Well, I went to school for it." Steve rubs at the back of his neck and smiles. "You're one of Verity's friends right? We should spend some time drawing together."

Steve gives Isidor a smile, thanking her silently for encouraging her brother to draw with Steve. he's always glad for company. Plus, how could anyone say no to that smile?

Viatorus blinks, a little flustered by the surprising turn of conversation. He shifts on the spot, giving the sketch book another glance before closing it over and nodding. "Yes, I... I suppose that... that might be nice."

The small victory allows Isidor to beam and lean in slightly to Steve. "Ignore his lack of enthusiasm. He'll be excited about it later."

He offers the book back to Steve, trying not to appear annoyed at his sister talking about him. "Thank you for letting me look at it."

He gives Isidor a polite nod before jotting down the hotel he's staying at in the commercial district, as well as his room number.

"I'm usually here if you can't find me around the Nexus. Oh!" He fumbles in his pockets before pulling out a blue Starkphone he's still not used to operating. "Uhm..this thing has a number too. It buzzes if you call it. Uhm..."

Not the slightest clue how to operate this thing yet.

The difficulty with the phone is quaint but she's well versed in hiding her amusement. "May I?" If she's allowed to take it, she pulls out her own phone and starts tapping away with expert ease, one in each hand. After a bit she hands Steve's back with a smile. "I've given you his number and taken down yours. If he's being difficult and not answering, you'll probably find him in the library. He loves it."

"Have you been?" Viatorus is back to fidgeting with his hands. "It's enormous. And beautiful."

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