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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[random_xtras]

The living doll grins a little wider, but then sobers slightly as he looks toward the stage that they're circumnavigating. "Those cats're singin' 'bout some heavy stuff."

[misslucysleeches]

"Are they?" Lucy tilts her head to the side a little, focusing her attention on the song (mostly -- she keeps an eye on Uzulee so she doesn't get lost).

[random_xtras]

"Yeah..." he says soberly, intent on the singers as they sing of worth not being based on your number of limbs or the colour of your skin, or what you can do with your mind. Red, blue, green, black, yellow, and white, all are precious in God's sight.

And they pull off the serious words despite most of them being prone to various degrees of a pouting expression, too.

[misslucysleeches]

Ahhh -- well, it's a good, positive message, isn't it? Even if it mentions more skin color and other differences than Lucy is used to. It's something that needs to get out there and be appreciated by more people, and these guys seem to have the chops to spread it around. Lucy applauds you, if only in the metaphorical sense because her hands are currently full.

[random_xtras]

"They're going to remember this in the morning, when they wake up," says Uzulee, absently bracing her shoulder against a push from a dancing teen in Rave wear. "And then they're going to go out and take their reality by storm."

The lead singer spreads his wings then and rises up five foot from the floor of the stage as he sings. At the back, the boy with pink hair has little bursts of energy dancing around his raised hands, and in front of him the twins' dark eyes suddenly hold a red glint.

"I was wrong," says Uzulee. "Sunstreaker and Sideswipe aren't X-positive. They've got some Fae DNA in there. Looks like Hunter to me."

Jazz is too busy bopping his head to reply.

[misslucysleeches]

"Or realities, as the case may be," Lucy points out, looking over the watchers.

She jumps a little at sudden wings and floating -- huh, was not expecting that -- then turns to look at Uzulee again. "Hunter Fae?" She knows about Guardian, obviously, but she's always open to learning more about different types. "And they're certainly putting on a great show."

[random_xtras]

"Yeah..." Uzulee looks at the dancers around her. "You're right, they're already getting their message out." She too starts a bit at the display of gifts, but then shifts to her mid form in support. "Yeah. Hunters were a sort of Fae animal. You hear something about them in the old legends of the Loup-Garou, but they left the mortal worlds a long time ago. There's only one left on this side of the ocean, and she's here in the Nexus."

A slight, wry smile that shows small fangs. "And she looks like a helpless little eight year old human girl."

[misslucysleeches]

"Definitely." Lucy has no forms to shift to, and her own powers have no visual component, but she can adjust her grip on her stuff and Jazz to wave her hand in the air and bounce on the balls of her feet. That counts as support, right? "Ooooh, I see." She grins a little back at Uzulee. "It's always the ones you least suspect."