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]

"Last I checked," she says, looking to Uzulee for confirmation. "And yeah, got plenty of cash on me."

[random_xtras]

"That's the way we're going." Uzulee grins and starts walking again. Even under the shifting patterns from the lights it's plain that her eyes are dancing with laughter.

"Sweet! Let's getcha a treat!" Jazz grins up at Lucy happily.

[misslucysleeches]

"Ooooh, what do you have in mind?" Lucy says, adjusting her grip on him slightly as she follows along behind Uzulee.

[random_xtras]

Jazz starts to reply, but then pauses and turns his head as they go around a corner and come into full view of a stage. They're at the back of it, so while they have a full view of the act currently in progress the faces of the dancers aren't visible.

"Whoa," says Jazz. "Boy band. Wait. Ain't that a human Screamer? 'N a human Scattershot? 'N that's Sideswipe 'n Sunstreaker, 'n a Raoul I ain't met yet!"

"Yup," says Uzulee, laughing. "That's X-Factor. Four of them're human, X-positive alternates of those Transformers you named. And the other's a Raoul with the X-gene."

The five men up on the stage turn then, to face the back of the stage, still dancing and singing their song. The two nearest the back are a Raoul of about fifteen years, with a serious face and dancing dark eyes. The young man dancing at the other end of the V from him has an adorable baby face, big blue eyes, and long pink hair that appears to be his natural colour. The pair of men behind these two are a set of long, lanky identical twins, with dark hair and eyes, and faces and figures that belong on the runway. And the man at the head of the act is as beautiful as they are, though even as he sings there's a pouting quality to his expression and something in his eyes that says that he is not an easy person to get along with. His grey-feathered wings are partially spread as he dances.

[misslucysleeches]

Lucy stops at the very edge of the corner, watching the act with the curious eyes of one who wasn't expecting this -- at least, not so soon. She glances down as Jazz starts naming all the singers. "Another Raoul -- multiverse is just littered with them," she murmurs, though she's smiling.

She giggles at the name Uzulee gives. "Appropriate, I guess."

And then the boys turn around, and -- ah. Yes, Raoul is pretty easy to pick out. The pink hair on the guy on the opposite side barely raises an eyebrow from Lucy -- after all, she's holding a living, breathing (at least in the metaphorical sense) plush Transformer. The twins are definitely easy on the eyes, but she's a bit more intrigued by the wings on the lead. Now the real question is -- who's who? Besides Raoul, of course.

[random_xtras]

"This is what Raoul was laughing about," says Uzulee quietly- being behind the stage they're actually behind most the music and so they can hear each other easily.

"Didn' know any 'a us had human alternates," says Jazz wonderingly. "Z'ere a Jazz there too?"

Uzulee nods as the guys on the stage shake their booties and then turn to face the front before repeating the move.

[misslucysleeches]

A fact that Lucy is grateful for -- she can only imagine the headaches that might result otherwise. "I see," she says with a nod and a smile.

"Really? Given the whole of the multiverse, I thought it would have crossed your mind once," Lucy comments, glancing down at Jazz. "Then again, maybe it's just on my mind because of the Raouls and such."

[random_xtras]

He chuckles that warm chuckle. "I jes' got here, Lucy baby. 'N nobody tol' me nothin' 'bout no Multiverse till I arrived. Ben too busy explorin' ta think much since then."

[misslucysleeches]

"Ooooh -- so you're just about as new as me," Lucy says with a grin. "Did anybody give you the mess of pamphlets? They really do help you make sense of the place."

[random_xtras]

"Nah. I just got a warnin' 'bout the dangers 'n dumped in the Black Dog. Findin' things out's half the fun 'a anythin'."

"The Jazz of that reality is a lot like that human CJ that was over at Dreadnought's concert," says Uzulee as X-Factor finishes that song and starts another. "He's a cop. His partner's the local Prowl. She hasn't got the X-gene, but she still keeps him in line."

"In line?" Jazz looks over with mild dismay.

"You know, keeps him from jumping before he's looked and all that?" The little brunette grins at him.

Jazz seems to get a little shifty eyed at that. "Whatchuu talkin' 'bout? I don't know nothin' about anythin' like that."

[misslucysleeches]

"I haven't been there yet -- with all the press it's getting, so to speak, I really ought to visit," Lucy says, half-smiling.

"I see," Lucy says, before snickering at Jazz's shifty-eyed look. "Yes, I'm sure you don't," she agrees with a little nod, giving him a squeeze around his middle. "Me, I prefer to do at least a little looking. Hence why I'm glad I got the pamphlets."

[random_xtras]

Jazz snuggles, his grin restored. "Think I know someplace else you'd love ta go, too."

"What was it you wanted to buy, Jazz?" asks Uzulee, remembering his urgings in this direction.

[misslucysleeches]

"Oh? I'm always open to suggestions," Lucy says, then glances up at Uzulee. "Yeah, you said a treat was in this direction," she agrees, looking back at Jazz. "Whereabouts is it?"