((Open to the rats who run with Y and M.))

[old_gatecrasher]

*A nicely-dressed dwarf leans against a wall in the Nexus, watching the darkened restraunt that is his target; a couple days before, he had found the place, a crumb fallen from the edge of some universe or other--its edges looked sort of fused into the surrounding architecture of the Nexus, rather than built; it was a giveaway. Earlier today, he had ducked in to check on something he had left, something that made him reasonably certain the restraunt had come to the Nexus without its people. Now, he waited for the rats who'd make a meal of it.*

((Have to go, but feel free to drop in; we'll continue things when I get back probably in the afternoon.))