The Learned Society of Nexus Geographers

[conjuredskies]

Felix wasn’t strictly untruthful to Verity, and perhaps that’s good enough.

He is, after all, free. It’s just that rather than waiting to be sent off-duty, he waits until Stratos disappears into their home portal, then scribbles a note to say that it’s been six hours(!) and he needs food. He leaves it pinned beneath a rock at his desk.

How could that possibly backfire?

He’s delved into the streets of the Nexus before, but as usual it’s an education in architecture – and food, and commerce, and the entertaining arts. His map holds him true though. Aside from a bit of shock when he learns what an Escher bridge actually is, he makes it safely to the Fox and Crozier. It’s a surprisingly pleasant place, opening onto a tree-shaded yard of its own. The clink of glasses and murmur of pleasant conversation drift through the open doors. Rather impressed, Felix glances around the lane to check if Verity’s waiting outside before he heads in.

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[brave_heart_verity]

Verity's inside, having claimed a table for them near a sunny window. She's got a very large book beside her, a pitcher of some kind of punch in front of her, and a glass of the same in her hands. She's not hard to spot, which is good since she's not watching the doors: the scene outside the window, of a horse complaining about the quality of the stables (there's a great deal of hoof-stomping), has captured her attention.

The friendly-looking hen at the front desk gives Felix a curious look when he comes in, but doesn't stop him if he goes straight through to the dining room.