Backwater Nexus. Mall. Let's Rock and Ride!

[misslucysleeches]

Lucy approaches the mall with just a little trepidation, smoothing out her dress (bright green with yellow flowers on the skirt -- and it's just over knee length, so a certain little pitcher needn't worry if she's around tonight) and making sure her hair is pulled back neatly in its ponytail. Silver's mention of the Rock N Ride nights at the mall stuck with her even after her return to her own world. So, after a rather annoying day trying to make sure her passport was up-to-date, she's decided it's time to seek out some fun and see what else this Nexus has to offer. "Just hope they accept regular old American dollars," she mumbles, patting her purse by her side as she reaches the front entrance. (Nothing in her vast array of literature suggested they wouldn't, but discretion, valor, etc.)

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[misslucysleeches]

"Oh, that's okay then," Lucy says with a little smile. "Less need for all the fighting and protecting, I hope? People getting along better?"

She sniggers along with Rhea. Well, that's what happens when one of the group is pretty much near-immortal, right?

[random_xtras]

"Not really." Rhea shrugs. "All mutants eventually had to leave the reality that Uzulee, and my husband's, ancestors came from, which caused the reality to end. They're scattered in three or four little pockets all over the Multiverse now, and they take care of policing the Multiverse."

"We're called Travellers," offers Uzulee.

[misslucysleeches]

. . .It's clear from her expression that Lucy isn't quite sure how to take this news. Realities can end if enough people leave? That's -- slightly disturbing. But neither Uzulee or Rhea seem all that bothered by it. . . "I see," she says finally, because she's not sure what else to say. "Well -- that's an important job, I'm sure."

[random_xtras]

"It wasn't the mutants leaving that ended it, Ree," says Uzulee. "It was all that Sentinel junk and forced genetic engineering and stuff afterward."

"Oh." The taller woman wrinkles her forehead comically. "Good thing I'm just a lab nerd and not one of the guys who go out and do the cop thing."

Uzulee shakes her head and tuts, then turns back to Lucy. "Yeah. Thankfully, we aren't the only ones doing it."

Ruhamah speaks up then, as the group reaches the gate, her soft, slightly thick alto firm. "I'm paying for you, Lucy."

[misslucysleeches]

"Forced genetic engineering," Lucy echoes. "Sounds creepy and unpleasant. I am sorry it apparently helped lead to the end of the whole reality." No matter how exactly it ended, the idea that a world can just pop out of existence still gives her the shivers. "Yeah -- it must be one huge job, what with people popping in and out all the time." She gestures to herself. "Example numero uno?"

She glances over at Ruhamah as they reach the gate. To ask why or not to ask why? The tone doesn't leave room for much argument. "That would be very nice of you," she settles on, figuring that's open-ended if Ruhamah wants to give a reason.

[random_xtras]

"Creepy and unpleasant enough that I don't want to talk about it. Even if one of my best friends came from those projects," says Uzulee soberly, but then she chuckles slightly. "If someone wants us to help you right now, it's not my boss. I think this is just some of that seeming random stuff that happens everywhere." She follows Lucy's glance and her chuckle gets stronger. "Better not argue. A mother only gets more motherlike with every thousand years she's lived."

[misslucysleeches]

"Totally understand," Lucy nods. "I'm not sure I'd want to hear about it. And yeah, stumbling on this place was completely random -- but I'm glad it happened," she adds with a smile. "Got some great advice, and I'm meeting loads of interesting people."

Lucy holds up her hands in playful surrender. "Not arguing, not arguing! We don't argue with someone wanting to pay the entrance fee."