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[a_nancy]

There is a little old man in the Nexus today, dark of skin and bright of clothing. He seems entirely unsurprised by being here. He also seems, when the light hits him just right, to have too many limbs to his shadow.

Mr. Nancy is in the house.

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[clockwork_doc]

Doc hasn't seen a newcomer in these parts for a bit -- and this fellow certainly stands out with those clothes. (Not that Doc has any room to talk, given his own fondness for loud shirts. . .) The shadow concerns him a bit, but not enough to stop him going up with what he hopes is a welcoming smile. "Hello there -- Dr. Emmett Brown."

[a_nancy]

*The old man grins at him.* What's up, Doc?

*There's something about the way he says it. He says it like it isn't the old groaner it is. He says it like it's the funniest thing in the world, like you've never heard it before. He says it like he's the man who voiced Bugs Bunny trying it out for the first time. What's up, Doc?*

[clockwork_doc]

[And that infusion of energy into such an old joke is enough to to get Doc to laugh at it] Oh, just the usual. I don't think I've seen you around here before.

[a_nancy]

Why, I'm Mr. Nancy. Just a Nancy, no first name worth speaking of. I suppose you could call me A. Nancy, iffen you like. *He winks.* I'm new here, but very old back home.

[clockwork_doc]

[That gets another chuckle out of Doc] I see. . .well, it's good to meet you, Mr. Nancy. Welcome to the Nexus.

[a_nancy]

Thank you, Doc. *He looks around.* Is there a bar or something of the sort around these parts? Mr. Nancy could use a drink, he could.

It's okay if there isn't, though. I can make my own fun.

[clockwork_doc]

[Doc also looks around, frowning thoughtfully] I believe there is, but damned if I could tell you where. Exact locations can be iffy in the Nexus anyway. . . Me and mine are more familiar with the Mall and its food court. Though, given how many different kinds of being said court caters to, they may very be alcohol in there. . .

[a_nancy]

Well then, we can try that! And if not then we can always make our own fun--assuming you're in, that is? *He says this like it's absolutely certain, like no one would ever say no. To be fair, people around him rarely do.*

[clockwork_doc]

[It's very hard not to get wrapped up in this man's energy, honestly] I've certainly got nothing pressing right at the moment -- I'd be happy to show you the way. Though, ah, I should probably mention right now I personally don't drink alcohol. Very unusual metabolic allergy that means I pass out after a very small amount.

[a_nancy]

Oh, that is a shame! But I can probably drink enough for two. You just sit and watch, my friend. Old Mr. Nancy will keep you entertained!

[clockwork_doc]

[Doc shrugs with a faint smile] I've gotten used to it. And, as you put it, any companions of mine who do drink generally take up the slack. [He jerks his head left, starting off] The Mall is this way -- at least, that's how we almost always start walking toward it. . .

[a_nancy]

Perhaps I can help you a bit? If Anansi can't at least let you get drunk once then who can? *It's said almost like 'a Nancy,' but not quite . . .*

[clockwork_doc]

[Doc blinks, pausing -- that didn't quite sound like. . .but it's the offer that truly has his attention -- and concern. He frowns slightly as he looks back at Nancy] Help how, exactly?

[And right then is when a double blast of steam hisses out from his elbows. Welp, so much for keeping that hidden for a little longer.]

Finally got his book in :D

[a_nancy]

I may be a small god, but I’m an old god. And not so small either, really. I came to America on the slave ships, and the slaves told my stories. Their children still do.

But then all stories are my stories. I stole them from Tiger in the beginning, after all. *The old man spins in place, just once, and goes on.* I can give a little of my power to let you have a drink, it’s not like that will take much.

Hurrah!

[clockwork_doc]

[Aha --a god, then. That explains a fair bit, including the extra limbs in his shadow and the lack of reaction to the steam. Surely a god -- especially an old one -- has seen things much stranger. Anansi. . .Doc's not that familiar with the name, but he has heard it in the past. Couldn't name any of the stories off the top of his head, though.

Right now, though, he wishes he could, so he could gauge Nancy's offer. On the one hand, he'll admit to lingering curiosity as to what alcohol is like when you don't pass out after one glass of the hard stuff. On the other. . .he glances at the gears embedded in his knuckles. "God" is not the same as "Fae" -- but how big is the difference?] I see. . .would it change anything else about me? Just -- I've been altered by more powerful beings in the past, and -- the last time, it wasn't pleasant. [To put it mildly. . .]

Aaand I've already finished it LOL Fun book.

[a_nancy]

Don't worry, Doc, I won't change your life. My only miracle is the miracle of the loafs and fishes; I loafs and I fishes and it's a miracle that I still do fine money-wise. *It's a favorite old joke of his, but he says it with almost as much good cheer as 'what's up, doc'.* Just one drink, I promise. Maybe a story or two, no more than that. I have lots of stories.

*And lo and behold, he's walked right up to a bar. But then finding bars is a talent of his.* Maybe if we're still sober enough afterwards we can go fishing, what do you say?

Wow -- that was fast! Glad it was fun though

[clockwork_doc]

[Doc can't help but crack a smile at the joke himself -- all these corny old lines actually do a lot to help put him at ease. Maybe because his Keeper was such a humorless sort. . .] All right then. I admit to being curious as to what happens when you don't immediately pass out. And I certainly don't mind stories.

[And -- oh, look at that. Doc's not sure if Nancy just knew where to go, or if the Nexus kindly moved the bar over for them. Maybe a little of both] Why not? I don't have any plans to get drop-dead drunk -- and I know there's a beach around here that has fish. [in case Nancy actually cares about catching anything]

I read quickly

[a_nancy]

*Finding bars is a knack of his, so probably both.* A bar should make you feel good to be alive--which it is. I've been dead, there's no future in it. Plus the neighbors tend to complain. *And with that entertainingly oddball remark he orders himself a drink. The sort of drink that probably has a double entendre for a name and certainly has an umbrella in it.*

What would you like?

I did too when I was younger -- don't think I ever finished a book quite THAT fast though

[clockwork_doc]

[Doc chuckles at that comment] Plus there's the smell. . .though I don't know how that works for one such as you. [obviously not the same as a human, given Nancy's fine and dandy right now, but. . .]

[Doc examines Nancy's drink, then shrugs] I'm -- not sure. No prior experience beyond a friend sneaking me some whiskey when I was growing up and me hitting the dirt after one shot. Any recommendations?

[a_nancy]

*Nancy's drink is inexplicably purple.* Port is usually good for beginners. Or Bailey's Irish Cream.

[clockwork_doc]

[Well, it's an umbrella drink. They're supposed to be weird colors. Or so Doc reasons -- and he doesn't know any better] Based solely on names, the latter sounds a little tastier. I'll try a glass of that.

[a_nancy]

*He nods and orders one for the other man.* I hope you like it.

Googled what it's supposed to taste like, and chocolate is on the list

[clockwork_doc]

Thank you -- I hope I do too. [he'll start off slow, with a careful sip -- just enough to get the flavor] Huh -- it actually tastes a bit chocolatey.

I found it that way, yeah

[a_nancy]

It does, doesn't it?

*He drinks his strange drink and begins regaling everyone within earshot a version of the Tar Baby story.*

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[clockwork_doc]

Really wasn't expecting that. . .though not complaining either.

[he listens to the story with interest, continuing to sip his Bailey's as he gets used to the taste]