been waiting for the glory ((open, nexus_crossings))

[tryingitall]

Balthazar's vessel was an artist. Not a famous one, certainly not a wealthy one, but one of those sorts who cannot help but do what he does. Every now and again, he searches the Nexus' galleries and museums on the off-chance there is some world where the man succeeded and earned the recognition the angel feels he was due.

The human soul is within him, still, sleeping, waiting for a well-earned Heavenly reward. He'd wake it up to see if he found his work somewhere.

No such luck today, but the angel has found a sculpture he admires and bought it for one of his safehouses back in his own world. It will be shipped later in the week, and for now he's taking a break, sipping a margarita on the patio of a Tex-Mex restaurant that bears the sign 'Nacho Mama's' in bright pink neon.

He's not interested in the food, but a really good margarita is nothing to be missed. This is his third, and the staff is starting to look deeply concerned by the volume of tequila he has consumed this afternoon.

"It's all right," he tells the waitress as she comes by to check on him, and there is no hint he's even tipsy. "I'm just very fond of lime."

"You, um, must have a high tolerance," she says. "The bartender keeps asking me if he should cut you off."

"Oh, I see. Tell him I could clear out every bit of liquor in the place and still keep my feet. It takes real work to get an angel drunk."

"That explains it," she says weakly, and leaves him be, although it really doesn't explain it, because since when do angels get drunk??

The Nexus is rough on people, ontologically.

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[outpostcook]

"I don't think anyone will be wearing a Thing on their T-shirts anytime soon." Kinner's wrong, of course, but he's right as far as his world goes. "They aren't pretty creatures, and they aren't endangered the way wolves are. Where I'm from, people shoot them for eating their sheep and cows. Not eating people so much. Same thing happens to coyotes and birds of prey."

Kinner never saw a wolf before he met Harrowheart, who he isn't sure counts.

Harrow's not a gray wolf or red wolf. He's Harrowheart, for better and for worse, and he figures werewolves are their own thing.

He offers a hand to Balthazar, grinning. "Well, let me take you up on that offer. I'd love to visit Maine - I've heard great things about their lobsters, and you make the place sound even better than I imagined."

[tryingitall]

"You know, beauty is in the eye of the beholder," he says. But he's not going to push that point of view to a man who's been devoured by a Thing. Just offering a different perspective.

He takes the handshake with a smile. "Excellent! You won't be sorry. Lobster rolls for lunch, low-country boil for dinner. And blueberry pie. They grow quite a lot of blueberries in Maine."

He prefers his blueberries in cheesecake, for the most part, but a decent pie isn't a thing to be refused, either.

[outpostcook]

"I'm sure Things look just fine to each other." Kinner knows a Thing personally - he'll have to ask Bob about Thing beauty standards. He's pretty sure they don't reproduce the normal way.

Food is a more appealing topic. Kinner's mouth waters as he's hearing about the food on offer. Of course, he likes the idea of lobster rolls, and blueberry pie? Even better! The more he hears, the more excited he is.

"So, when should we set off? I'd want to do it before winter picks up. Just in case we get stuck in the Nexus again."