kitty at my foot and i wanna touch it.

[headandhand]

WHO: Open to all residents
WHAT: Your regularly scheduled NAPs event for the month
WHERE: The RoCocoa Cat Cafe
WHEN: Aug. 10-14
WARNINGS: Please use these if applicable!


Look at all of these bright, shining new faces! There’s even a few less bright, less shining faces, but hey, this city welcomes all types. Chances are, if you’ve just arrived, you're seeing some pretty crazy things, unless you're used to an eye-blinding amount of neon, robots, weird-ass technology, magic, and an omnipresent police force...and hey, if you are, congrats, you're gonna settle in juuuuust fine. But for the rest of you, the Head knows this has gotta be pretty overwhelming, right?

Well, since your quaint individual processing units are probably having a hard time, why not link up with another one? By which the Head means...

Hello, new citizens of Dualis,
and welcome to your monthly Network Adjacency Protocol~!

NAPs are a monthly community networking event similar to the Earth concept of speed dating! Two citizens (new arrivals and old hands alike) are placed at a table together with a handy cue card of queries to help break the proverbial ice. Ask queries and receive results, or ignore the card and yeet yourself straight into a brand new friendship! But don't be too shy, you've only got ten minutes together, and if you just sit in silence for the whole ten, the Network Admins are likely to come supervise and try to repair the uplink through a mild shock to the ol' central nervous system. You might find yourself saying all sorts of unintended facts about yourself if that happens...probably better to just make friends, right? Who doesn’t like friends?!

This month’s event is held at the brand new RoCocoa Cat Cafe, a sparkly new establishment that caters to children and the young at heart with iced and hot cocoa drinks of all kinds, delicious pastries, age-appropriate live music, and of course many friendly kitties who love to lounge in laps. The cats are of all shapes, sizes, and colors, including some who may look a little different from what you expect, or may look like an ordinary cat but are actually anything but ordinary underneath that adorable fur coat. All cats in the cafe are adoptable, too, if you meet a new furry friend and just can’t bear to go home without them!

So pull up a chair, get to know your new neighbors, and enjoy a sugary treat or two with the resident furbabies. You might just meet your new two- or four-legged best friend!

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Dr. Michael Morbius [The Living Vampire] - Marvel 616

[doesnotsparkle]

What fresh hell was this?

Seriously, as he flipped through the cards he just sighed some. The man himself was in a simple outfit, grey on grey... on black. Cargo pants, with a hoodie, and a long trench coat over that. Who cares about the heat if their was any. Not this guy, he liked being as covered as he could. He was far to pale with glowing red eyes, and dark shaggy hair, which was half hidden under the hoodies hood.

His claw like nails flipping the cards around. He should have skipped this. He really should have, but really, what else did he have to do? He was off work today and he was supposed to be here as a new resident.

"Who writes these stupid questions." He grumbled to himself in his thick Grecian accent.

[skyward_eyes]

"A computer, clearly," Nida answers as he slides into his seat with coffee. He loves coffee, and this is a good excuse. But this is pretty easy, he doesn't bother looking at the guy too much, because clearly the guy doesn't want it.

"That is studying us, because it wants to learn about living beings. Maybe to steal our minds."

[doesnotsparkle]

"That simply makes to much sense." He replied with a slight amusement, as he tossed the cards back down, looking to the person who said across from him. The fact he doesn't look to closely at him is a second check in the 'okay person' box, right after Coffee, good taste there.

"Ahh, so we could in fact be in a bad 50's B-movie." he replied, before shrugging. "It had to be that or Skynet." Everyone knows Terminator right? Also as someone whose worked with sheild, he's a hypocrite for judging computers.

[skyward_eyes]

Uh-oh, Nida definitely doesn't know the term Skynet. Terminator was not a movie his boyfriend had told him about.

"Uh, sorry, you're going to have to clarify here. I'm pretty sure the 50s you're referring to and the one in my world's history are very different."

[doesnotsparkle]

He blinked a little before straightening his posture, and waved one of his long nailed hands as he started speaking.

"The 50's where I am from is simply a decade but, it was a simpler time the movies from then namely science fiction; Aliens and such, were all notoriously bad. plates with strings as space crafts and such. An A movie, is a good movie. A B movie is one made cheap and stupid."

[skyward_eyes]

"Are there C movies?" Nida asks. He knows so little of Earth entertainment. Mostly he knows Star Wars. That's CLEARLY an A. He will not accept arguments.

But a new point of view isn't bad? He is actually intrigued.

"We don't tend to have a lot of movies like that."

[doesnotsparkle]

"...I honestly don't know." It was a good question, he only knew A and B from dealing with his best friend, Jack. Star Wars was definitely an A.

"Really? What is your world like?"

[skyward_eyes]

Star Wars is an A and Nida's only head it retold. He loved it.

"I'll have to ask other people if 'C' is a classification on their world. But Hyne..."

Both a curse and a musing on his home world. How did you describe a planet like Hyne?

"Well, it's got monsters. Mostly because of the moon. And magic. I'd say it's complicated, but I imagine most worlds are."

[doesnotsparkle]

"Do let me know, I'd be curious to see how other worlds and places classify their movies."

He realized Hyne was the world name as Nida spoke on and he nodded a bit. "Most worlds have monsters, Lunar Cycles simply help. Most monsters know to keep to the shadows, but something tells me my definition of monsters may not be the same as yours." Some of those monsters were Michael's best friends.

[sociallychallenged]

Hank doesn't want to be here. Most people in their right minds don't want to be here. But his supervisors actually encouraged it; honestly, he wonders if these introductory conversations are just a good way for the Head to get relevant, helpful information out of them.

But he didn't expect himself to be sat across from an escapee from a late nineties early naughts industrial rock video. Honestly, this guy's whole aesthetic is shit he'd watch on MTV as a teenager. You know, back when MTV was still somewhat watchable.

"They're just generic conversation starters. I don't think it matters."

He should probably have more of a reaction to glowing red eyes but he's written parking tickets to two people with red eyes and four with glowing eyes just this week.

[doesnotsparkle]

It probably was. Michael didnt exactly understand what exactly the Head was, but he didn't like that shit at all. He's too old for this shit. Even if he only looks late 30's at best. If he knew who those bands were, he'd probably agree that he looked like an extra on one of those videos, or an extra on The Crow.

Michael looked up from his claw like nails at the man who sat in front of him. An older man, not quiet to old, he looked tired but so did most people here. He manged an amused noise and nodded, tossing the cards down on the table.

"Likely so, yes." he spoke in that heavy accent. "Have you been here long?" He asked curiously, he knew he should offer his name but he hated just throwing it out there. He tended to do that more when he was hungry than being polite.

[sociallychallenged]

Oh Jesus, this guy sounds like an actual vampire. The freak manicure helps. Welp, what the hell? Not like anything is normal here. His partner is an android.

"Couple of months. It stays sort of an average level of weird. Keeps you constantly mildly surprised. That's about it." He makes a so-so motion with his hand. That's one of those cases.

An especially big, but especially normal, cat comes wandering over. Furry with one of those annoyed faces. It rubs against Hank's leg and he looks down at it. He's more of a dog person, but a big animal with a chill attitude of any sort?

Hank reaches down to pull the big animal up into his lap, and it pretty much lets itself be moved like a ragdoll.

[doesnotsparkle]

He was a walking cliche and he hated it, but what could you do, right? He nodded as Hank explained. That made enough sense to him.

"And, curiously, what is your sliding scale of weird?" He inquired as he watched the cat get Hanks attention and pulled up into his lap. That was quite the sight, an amused smile crossed his face as he watched. "Seems you've made a friend."

[sociallychallenged]

"Yeah, I got a soft spot for big guys. I know what it's like. Isn't that right?"

He asks the cat. Who just looks blase, uninterested, only mildly irritated. But it purrs, even held up in Hank's arms as it is.

He's sure that Connor will recognize the cat hair on his jacket.

"I'm Hank, by the way. Hank Anderson." Now that he's holding an animal? His whole mood seems to improve. His expression's already lighter.

[doesnotsparkle]

Michael reasted one of his arms on the table to prop his head up, smiling a bit as he watched the older man and the cat. A slight nod given. Most animals didn't like Michael anymore since his change but that was fine, he was never a cat person when he was normal either. He simply appreciated life more.

"A pleasure Hank, my name is Michael Morbius. And yes, it is my real name, despite how I look." He spoke with half self deprecating humor. Simply amused to watch the man and the cat. The simple joys in life, wondering what hardships this man has seen.

[sociallychallenged]

Hank may know who the XMen are, but Morbius is a new sort of animal. He's, fortunately for Michael, never been that entrenched in lore. The casual sort of television and movie viewer who appreciated a good fight scene instead of someone who made a point of following storylines. So Morbius has never passed his sense of awareness.

The big fat cat looks blandly around as Hank shifts it to a better holding position. He's more of a dog man, but he's not such a jerk that he'd just toss a cat aside (unless it was clawing him).

"Michael Morbius? Were you lucky enough to be born with that name or is it a stage name?"

A stage name, as if his first inclination is that Morbius is a musician. Because you don't walk out in public like that if you're only a menacing vampire.

[doesnotsparkle]

The fact that Hank doesn't know him or his name is promising. He actually smiles when Hank inquired.

"Sadly born to it, it is my dead beat father's last name, he was a painter and actor but never quite known for being my father." He said explained, finally offering his hand over towards the cat as a peace offering a means to see if he is allowed to pet it. "I am a scientist, that names has always gotten strange looks if I am quite honest." Even before his accident. It's like Victor von Doom being called up for a peace prize.

"May I inquire what you do, Mr Anderson?"

[ichoosefight]

Her new partner is obviously a vampire. Or an alien or something, but 'vampire' sounds cooler. Steph rests her chin on one hand, leaning onto the table rather than back into her chair.

"Someone practiced as small talk, I assume. It does make me wonder how this differs from real speed-dating, though."

[doesnotsparkle]

The accent really helps that vampire cliche shine, which is sad, Grecian are so rarely portrayed as vampires. All that coastal sunlight and all.

"That is a good question, I have never done either." He admitted as he tossed the cards down and smiled some. "Well, my names Michael, and I suppose I should let you start with questions as these are terrible." He motioned to 'what did you want to be when you were 15.'

His money was on was he a vampire. Everyone guesses that one. He's luckily dodged most twilight jokes here.

[ichoosefight]

That can only last so long. Steph is from 2011.

She picks up the card and raises her eyebrows. That wasn't a common variety of the 'career plan' question.

"When I was 15? I wanted to normal. Didn't everybody?" She drops it back on the pile.

"I'm Steph. So where are you from, Michael?"

[doesnotsparkle]

Let him dream.

He nodded at her response. "I as well." A simple response and simple truth, he had been so sick before his accident that he would have given anything to be normal.

"I am from Nafplio in Greece, though I have lived in New York a little over a decade." He added before asking. "And where are you from?"

[ichoosefight]

She won't even try to pronounce that one.

"Gotham," she answers instead, a beat later remembering to add "New Jersey." She lost the habit, but she does remember her confusion the first time she met someone who'd never heard of the city.

"All my life. Gross, I know."

[doesnotsparkle]

He's more appreciative than she'd think, though when she says Gotham those red eyes do widen but not for the reason she thinks.

"Oh, the man I am rooming with is also from Gotham. It does not exists in my world sadly." He figures it's hella sketchy given how Jason seems to be, but who knows.

[ichoosefight]

"Oh, yeah?" She brightens just to know that she doesn't have to give a full spiel on the city.

"Trust me, you're not missing out. So who's your roommate? I figure I know every Gothamite here."

[doesnotsparkle]

He's curious if its worse than Brownsville but, he doesn't ask, nope. This vampire has some manners.

"I assumed. And his name is Jason. Dark hair, a bit taller than I." A tan he will be forever jealous of. He misses his old complication.