Franklin "Foggy" Nelson (
avakaido) wrote in
nexus_sages2016-03-24 08:32 pm
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
holy guacamole it's foggy nelson!
"Excuse me." Bumped past someone. What? He's preoccupied with trying to find out where he is exactly. The seats at the forum seem like a good place to crash. This is what he gets for venturing out to a fancy schmancy coffee shop that Marci picked out. The door should have lead to the bathroom.
Should have.
"You ever feel like you're just really, really lost?"
Should have.
"You ever feel like you're just really, really lost?"
Yes they are. :D
Okay. She can do hugs. And she likes Foggy, that makes it easier the first time. She's kind of good at these things when she relaxes. "We should get you home."
no subject
"I can. I mean," he snickers and has to say it because they can laugh together, "I'm not Matt. I just got a little turned around."
Yeah, not exactly picking up on many details. Although, "Did they change around Uptown recently?"
no subject
"Um. Yes. Have you been to Josie's recently?" Ver will take his arm and try to steer him toward the portal Matt showed her. Same portal? Probably not. Good enough? Definitely. "What're you doing Uptown anyway?"
no subject
"Not since two days ago. Why? Want to go back?" He brightens at the idea. Her steering is not discouraged, he's very responsive.
"How have you been?"
no subject
The suit leaves his soul wonderfully intact. But the secret's in his hair. Like Samson.
"Oh, I think we'll be heading back to Josie's soon, yeah," she agrees. One or maybe both of them are going to need lots of cheap drinks when he realizes what's going on. And she can't distract him from it forever.
"I've been good. Fine. Busy. Museums don't just build themselves, did you know that? There's like, stuff involved. Professional stuff."
no subject
Sssshhh don't go and give away his secrets. His hair is filled with them.
"Oh yeah? Nice! I knew you'd end up liking it. He's such a worry wart. It's about the ambiance. Down home, am I right?" Never underestimate the power of cheap drinks and dawning realizations of what a small jaunt to elsewhere and elseworlds does.
"Without stuff, what would you put in a museum?"
no subject
His secrets, and his hair, are safe with her. Can't make any promises about Marci.
"It's... definitely something." She will neither confirm nor deny that she likes it. It's not the worst bar she's seen, but... it's a little scary. Loud and crowded and not the sort of place she's comfortable in. She's fragile, Foggy, there's a reason Matt treats her like she's made of spun sugar. But that's a story for another day.
"I have no idea, but I'm sure some pretentious twit has done it. We're not lacking for stuff to put in, we just need a place to put it all. And architects are moody."
no subject
Verity and Marci need a nice, slow introduction. There's a potential for explosions there.
"Yeah," his agreement comes with a sigh and a fond, distant look. She seems jumpy. But maybe that's because she's sensitive. Not the way that their mutual friend is. In some way. Foggy figures the details will come along in due time. All in due time.
"What kinda museum is it again?" He looks around to where she is leading. "Did...--? Where are we Verity?"
no subject
She's got nothing against Marci, really, but easing her into meeting new people she has to be nice to is generally a good strategy. The jumpiness is just part of the reason.
"An art museum." She'd been preparing to talk about forever, or at least until she got him back to the Kitchen, but then he had to go and ask that didn't he? Sigh. "We're... Okay. I know this is going to sound insane. We're in a place that's in-between realities. It's called the Nexus."
no subject
Marci kind of likes to poke at things that squirm. That's where her attraction with Foggy started. She can be nice. Again, she and Foggy have a connection. There's just that tendency of her's to be very, very Marci all at once.
Of course he had to ask. He's a lawyer! "Come again?"
no subject
Ver and Marci will sort themselves out. Marci pokes, Ver snarks, it'll be the beginning of a terrifying friendship for all the boyfriends. Not even just theirs, because they might give lessons.
"Okay... let's start at the beginning. There are multiple realities. An infinite number. You know the theory that every time you make a choice, every possible outcome of that action happens somewhere? It's kinda like that. This is the place in-between those places."
no subject
"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait." Foggy stops and puts his hands up. He flips his hair back a second and takes a breath. "That's real? Am I real. And you're ...are you real?"
no subject
"You're real. I'm real. This is real. Do you need to sit down? Or would you like to go for coffee or something?" Coffee or something usually makes these things easier. "I promise you, Foggy, you're safe here. I won't let anything happen to you."
no subject
"Sitting is good. Coffee... coffee's great." Coffee that isn't specially imported beans or special gluten mild fiber whatever that he had awhile ago. Foggy sighs and starts to loosen his tie a little bit. "What's happening?"
no subject
"Coffee, then sitting?" She'll steer him toward the Harp. It's got the best coffee, the sort he'll like, and okay the waitstaff might be a little weird for him but he'll adapt. She hopes. "Nothing that hasn't always been happening. You just didn't see it before. And if you don't want to deal with it, that's okay, I'll get you home and you never have to come back or think about it again."
no subject
"Yeah. All of that." Foggy follows his eyes are far more keen now to the setting, the buildings and the people. "I'm just trying to process all of this. You visit here? Live here?"
Holy Toledo. Does Matt know!?
no subject
"I live here now. It's pretty nice when you get used to it, but it's a hell of a lot to take in at first." She switches from holding his arm to wrapping her arm around him while they walk. He's having a hard time and he's Matt's best friend; she has to look out for him. Transitive property of something. "And before you ask: no, I didn't grow up in your New York, but a New York."
no subject
"You live here now but you used to live in a New York. But I've seen you in...my New York." He's repeating facts to make sure that at least the bones of them are set before the flesh. No, Foggy isn't slow. Just this is a shock, surely anyone would have a time building it piece by piece from there.
Her touch is comforting, he accepts it immediately. He's a hugger and a toucher too. Matt's friendship as extended to him. The worry about what this may mean for Verity's existence between worlds braided with Foggy's own is starting to be distressing. So for it's quiet and comely atmosphere The Harp is an excellent location.
no subject
"Right. I just... I told you I was there to see Matt." Let's stick to the easier-to-digest facts right now. She knows he's not slow, she'd never think that. He's brilliant. But this is a lot to take in, she knows, she's been there too. The more gently she can put things, the easier for him, right?
He can work on things while they walk; she won't interrupt him, but she will rub his back when she realizes how tense he is. Not that she can blame him. Again: she's been there. Once they've got a table at the cafe, he can worry about the non-human waitstaff while she orders: macchiato and a slice of chocolate cake for him, akhaccino and a smolderbracken tart for herself.
"You must have a million questions. Let me try and answer some. Yes, Matt knows, he's been here. This is where we met, actually. No, I don't know why he hasn't told you, I'm not a fan of secrecy. Yes, I know what he does at night. No, I'm not going to try to stop him." Not all strictly Nexus-related, but important to get out in the open.
no subject
Indoors means less noise. The shop has it's own bubble of calm. Foggy's eyes do lock with several of the staff. The names for what they are escape him. This is... real. He blinks and then falls back to the other mysterious he's trying to work through.
"He does that sometimes. With me. I mean. I don't think he'd keep things from you. He really does love you. I've seen it." That's not what brought them here or what this is about. Foggy has always been a guy to speak the truth and let it work for the time that it's right. Breathing out he rubs the bridge of his nose.
"I'm safe here. Nothing bad will happen if I like... see myself from another New York? Are you safe like out of time? Nothing bad is going to happen?"
no subject
Indoors is quieter, calmer, easier to digest because it's one small part instead of the massive infinity outside. The weird is weird, but it's all of a type. Yes, Foggy, this is real.
"Yeah... I'm real lucky." Just thinking about Matt makes her grin in that goofy way and blush just enough to be obvious about it. Even in the midst of all of this, the idea of Matt makes her want to melt.
"I'm safe as houses here," she assures him. It's the easiest part to answer. "As for what happens if you see another you... well. I'm not really sure. I know it's happened to people sometimes, and they didn't, like, explode or anything. It would probably be unsettling, but you wouldn't have to talk to them."
no subject
He's trying to take slow breaths. Trying. Foggy looks away from one waiter realizing that he's staring. And it's a person....he's a person. Ahem.
"He's really a great guy. The whole... uh hobby takes getting used to. I'm still getting used to it. Does he do that here? Is that how you met him? ...how do you know what is and isn't from your New York?" More questions as she's just answering questions. Foggy clears his throat. "I'm trying to not get carried away here. Everything's okay. Right?" His brow furrows as he searches Verity's face.
no subject
Ver reaches across the table to take one of Foggy's hands in both of hers. She's here, Foggy. She's real, she's solid, she's the same woman you met a few weeks ago. The landscape has changed, but this hasn't.
"Here? No. There'd be no reason to. There's some kind of magic or something that keeps people safe here, it's called the antiviolence field." She's going to skip around with his questions to try and organize the answers in ways he'll be able to process. "Everything's okay, Foggy. I promise. You're fine. We'll get you back home and you'll see. I promise."
She's a 'heart on her sleeve' kinda gal. There is nothing in her expression that suggests she's reserved or hiding anything at all.
"You can ask all the questions you need to. As for knowing what's from your world... it can be hard. Sometimes you have to ask some pretty specific questions to be sure, or just take the plunge and go and have a look for yourself. But... heroes happened a lot earlier in my world than in yours. Cap was thawed out in the sixties, Matt was heroing for most of my life. So it's pretty easy for me to be sure our worlds diverged a long time ago."
no subject
Her efforts are chiseling away at his tendency to get carried away. Foggy sighs and pushes a smile. It's a good sign. "You'd think I'd take to weird better than this." With The Incident, with Matt being whoever he's decided to be. "I'm cooling off." A little. Verity's face is the picture of calm. If this was a trick, she'd have like an Oscar.
"Okay." The hand that isn't under hers pushes back his hair again and he purses his lips. "So like... you weren't surprised by anything? Since it sort of happened already?"
I'm so meta. :P
She pats his hand and leans back now that there's food and drink between them. Her croissant is flaky, buttery, and properly not curled. She's a dunker. "Oh no, lots of things are different. The Incident never happened where I'm from. I mean, we had plenty of other attempted alien invasions, but not the way that happened. The Red Skull didn't die in the war. Sokovia isn't a place I'd ever heard of. Tony Stark didn't build Ultron."
She shrugs and has a bite of her croissant, letting him take all that in before she continues. "So, there are similarities, but... it's kind of like reading a book then watching the movie. Things change."
:DDD
Of course, there really are comics about the Avengers and FF and whatnot where she's from...
what if the comics have the mcu plotlines? :o
That'd be a trip!
/chin hands this idea
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
Not the puns! You know I hate that. :P
Ooooooooooooops ;D
#sorrynotsorry rite?
#neverrlysry
:P
X3
<3
(no subject)
(no subject)