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To Meet Oneself In The Halls Of A Bus [Open]

Since the announcement, Matt had done his best to clean up everything and prepare a pile of food. There were small sandwiches, various snack foods, chips and several bottles of soda. It was simple snack fair, but it was enough to give people reassurance that there was normal food within the lunacy.

Rein puttered around, the little girl heaving up seats and moving them to accomodate the meeting place in the dining hall, pushing together chairs and tables with surprising strength. The pair worked busily and soon were prepared for whatever would come.

"Seems like we're all ready," said Matt, wiping his forehead. "Made all sorts of snack foods, and I've got the slow roast in the pressure cooker for those who want something hearty."

Walking to the door and wiping his hands on a rag, he opened the door to the bus to welcome anyone who was coming in.

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"Ah, so this is the bus I've heard so much about," Blin said in his heavy Irish accent as he walked through the door. "I've been wonderin' where the damn thing is. This is the place to go to talk about magic, aye?" He said, an eyebrow raised towards Matt and Rein. The place glowed to magic, but checking was the more polite thing to do. Especially considering how his meeting with the Seer had gone, he was glad to have finally found this place.

"Yep, this is my home more or less," replied Matt with a light grin. "I'm Matt, and this is Rein. This is the WITCH Magic School, brought from Heatherfield. Make yourself at home, there's plenty of people to meet soon."

"William Barlow, but please, call me Blin. It's nice to meet ye." He pushed his sunglasses back up his nose and tapped his cane along to find his way around a bit... with this much energy, differentiating objects was a bit of a challenge. Like a reverse of the rest of the ship. "A magic school, eh? Interesting. Back home, magic is something that has to be either hidden from public or done wearing fancy costumes, not somethin' that can be learned in a school."

"Nice to meet you Blin," replied Matt. "And yeah, it's a magic school. Normally people who don't have any magical sensitivity only see it as a pink bus. Those who can use magic can see the logo on the side which designates this place as Kandrakar's official Earth-Based Magic School."

And, just like at the costume party, Aeneas made a point to get there early. This instance, however, might prove to be easier to get into than the other, since Matt already knew of the alien’s…abilities in the culinary arts.

Yes, that’s why he’s here. Aeneas wants to cook.

Trotting with surprisingly good humor into the painfully pink bus, the alien had come prepared with some catering tools and notes that he’d taken on his Omnicom from one of the human recipe books in the Media Library. Matt was, as usual, easy to find, especially since he’d managed to avoid the crowd this time.

“It is always a pleasure to see you again, Matt Olsen,” Aeneas trilled pleasantly, readjusting his utensils as he glanced around, “I trust you know why I am here?”

With all that gear the creature has, it should be fairly obvious.

"Oh Aeneas!" exclaimed Matt, noticing the things he had. He grinned at the sight and added, "By all means go ahead and use the kitchen! Rein's in there now just prepping the drinks. Why don't you go say hello? I've got to meet people at the door first before I settle down to talk to people."

Katara was happy to see that people were starting to arrive and one of the first to do so was Aeneas, the alien she'd met and gotten along with at the Poles. Without even thinking about it, she ran forward and gave the alien a big hug. Seeing him always seemed to put Katara in a better mood.

"Aeneas, its good of you to come!" She said brightly. "I'm hoping there's a pretty big turn out today, and its all because of Matt and this bus that we might be able to reach more people!"

She noticed the cooking materials gave them both a sincere smile. "Thank you guys, really. I'm so glad we're doing this!"

"Interestin'. I may have seen that myself, but my major magical mojo is the ability to see anything at all. Literacy's a bit out of my league." He tapped his sunglasses with a smile. "So, what's this about a meetin' now?"

"It's partially half morale, half assisting the new people with any coping they may need assistance with." Explained Matt as he put the rag to the side.

"I'm pretty sure you've heard about the Nightmare King now so that saves on explaining about him for now. But what we're hoping to do is build a stronger trust with everyone here, so that no one doesn't have a place or person that one can't rely on when things get rough."

"Ah, I see. Well, count me in. I'd rather like to avoid ravin' the Seer yell at me again because I'm not informed. The damn omnicom system fails when ye can't read it, so I've been entirely out of the loop. Jes' tell me where ye'd like me; I'm good at helpin' people cope with things. Comes when ye can read their emotions."

Aeneas was expecting a social person such as Katara to be there, but even then she managed to sneak up on him, grabbing the alien around the waist from behind as he was about to head into the kitchen. The warm, fluffy creature would’ve gladly returned the gesture; however, his hands were full at the time. Aeneas was still able to give the human female a cheerful grin.

“It was the least I could do,” he purred humbly, deciding to at least give Katara a friendly nuzzle by laying his head on top of hers, “It was the least any of us could do for the comfort of the crew.”

And then Aeneas blushed heavily and backed off, realizing how close he’d just gotten. Katara might’ve found the proximity uncomfortable.

Right.

“I will be in the back,” he purred abruptly, trotting briskly into the kitchen.

"I hear that." replied Matt. "Go ahead and grab a seat in the dining hall. I'll bring out some food and try to explain what I know. And I'll be directing more people there too."

"Alright, then. I'll see ye in there later." With a smile, Blin was tap, tap, tapping his way towards the dinning hall.

Rein looked up at the arrival of Aeneas into the kitchen. "Hello there!" she chirped, holding onto the cookie cutter that was nearly as big as she was. Pressing it into the rolled out dough, she inquired, "You're Matt-kun's friend, right? I'm Rein! A pleasure to meet you!"

Pushing the pan to the side, she floated around to the other side and said, "You can use this side, it's closer to the food! Please use whatever spices you want!"

When everyone started eating, Katara waited a little while. After all, it was probably good to make sure everyone got to eat before she started in on all of the unpleasant things that had been happening. After a few minutes had gone by, Katara got in the middle if the dining hall. Although she was used to talking to big crowds before, this was a little different since the people were varied, with all of their own stories. She cleared her throat.

"Okay guys," Katara said, "I'm glad to see that all of you are still here. Like I said in the post, I'm sure we all have a lot of reasons for fearing the Nightmare King. I know that some of you aren't quite sure what he is, or how to fight him. Well, that's what we're here for. Right now, the thing we need to give each other is information. I've got a little bit, and I'm sure that some of us have also gathered some information we can give each other."

She looked at all of them. "Have you all had nightmares yet? More importantly, have you been injured in any way?"

Katara looked at the kitchen, a little surprised that Aeneas would move away so quickly. Maybe she should have told him that it was okay to be affectionate that way. After all, aliens probably had their own set of rules. She hoped she hadn't offended him in any way!

She'd have to remember to mention that to him later, so they didn't confuse each other again.

Sheeana grinned at the entrance to the bright colored bus. Eyes adapted to desert colors and the subdued architecture of Chapterhouse were suddenly pained by the pink.

Giving herself a few moments to adjust to the clash, she shook the hood of her black robe back until it fell back from her blackened copper hair.

She smiled at the irony. TEACH 2B WITCH...Already happened.

"FOOOOD." Danny said, entering the bus.

"Had the nightmare's and i think the minions might've TRIED to hurt me, but I blasted them before anything really happened," the halfa spoke up.

"Yeah, exactly," Katara said. "I know you're a ghost, so you don't feel what they were trying to do to us. They are trying to get to a point where we won't be affected by the things that the Nightmare King knows about us. But that's not our only worry either."

She paused. "I had a joint nightmare last night, where the King tried to hurt my friend, and he did. If he gets stronger, who knows what he'll be able to do? It is why I was hoping you all could be here: I want to to see if we can find a solution."

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Aeneas carefully set down his cooking utensils, giving the small human female a curious glance-over. ’Small’ wasn’t really adequate to describe her—‘tiny’ was far more substantial. Surely she wasn’t a child of the species, was she? Aeneas had seen a few human children, and they were not at all proportioned the way Rein was, nor were they even close to being that little…

“…Indeed I am,” the alien purred bashfully once he regained his composure, investigating the curious-looking confection Rein was cutting holes in, “You may call me Aeneas. It is similarly a pleasure to meet you.”

He’d already researched most of the more popular human dishes, and this one was looking familiar. It appeared to be the unfinished version of a ‘cookie’, though this stage was also something they enjoyed eating. Aeneas pinched off a sample, studying its texture and isolating flavors as he opened his Omnicom and set it on a nearby surface, so that his recopies would be readily available.

…Yes, all the standard ingredients were accounted for—admittedly it could’ve used more flour, so he added a sprinkle—but why not put in some extra zest? Aeneas was thinking cinnamon and cloves.

With those spices applied and the dough in the oven, the creature set off to make something more substantial. But what would they qualify as a ‘main dish’? He had a whole list here…

“What else are we making?” Aeneas asked with a perk of his auricles, scrolling through his Omnicom. Where were they supposed to get all this meat?...

Zuko is depressed and quiet when he creeps in. The stress of the nightmares has clearly gotten to him. Or maybe his lack of success at finding Aang has - at this point, it's hard to tell.

He tries to avoid detection, but for a ninja, he's not trying very hard.

Katara was obviously going to notice when Zuko arrived. She was hoping to see all of the Avatar crew (and Mai), and so far, Zuko had been the first to arrive. She walked over to him and gave him a hug. It was a warm hug, but it was also a hug that acknowledged that she knew he was trying.

"I'm glad you're here," Katara said. "I know you're the one that's been trying the hardest to find Aang, even before Sokka and I arrived here. But now that we are here, maybe we can exchange information and find out more about what's been happening."

He didn't return her hug, at least not immediately, frazzled as he was by nightmares and failure. And when he did put his arms around her waist, he let go quickly.

"I wish I had something for you," he says, disappointment evident in his voice. "There's nothing I know that you don't already. And the Nightmare King's finally getting to me."

The once, at least.

Katara moved away, almost surprised, but her body relaxed when she realized that it was still pre-good Zuko, Zuko before meeting up with them. He was still adjusting to the fact that we trust and care about. Zuko that had helped her twice, both with her mother's murderer and when he took that hit from Azula to save her life.

And it hurt her a little to realize he didn't know about any of that.

She swallowed, then shook her head, She was glad for that training from Sheeana right now: it was a lot easier to take that sting when you could control your nerves. "We're still looking for information Zuko. I'm sure we weren't the only ones that saw Aang when it comes to the Nightmare King. He's still trying to protect everyone."

Here, Katara a hand on his shoulder, but not an affectionate one, an acknowledging one. "You're not the only one. He showed me things that really scared me about myself. He's not something tha can be allowed to stay on the ship anymore."

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