Even more people appeared after Kafka had named the others, and some people started talking. We should go talk with those guys! Tao said (thought?) They might have food, and I'm sooo hungry right meow. How can you be hungry without a body? Kafka asked, realizing he was actually really hungry too. Tao is always hungry! Meow go talk to them! Tao demanded. Kafka walked over to the people conversing and started listening in. "going mad?" Kafka butted in "Like, crazy? Well, there's this girl in my head telling meow to ask you guys for food, so... Probably. Speaking of which, anyone here got any meat, or steamed buns, or fish? Especially Tilapia, oh god Tilapia sounds so good right meow." Kafka rambled, not noticing his slightly annoying verbal tic, or the drool forming at his mouth. "Erm, sorry, got off topic there, just really hungry. Anyways, anybody got any idea how we got here? I was typing out a CS for a forum, I think, when I got sent here. How did you guys get here? I'm Kafka, by the way. Taokaka's also here, she's the girl I mentioned before." Kafka said, pointing to his head. "So, if you wanna refer to both of us, call us Taokafka."

Rawk took stock of himself. He was wearing just what he remembered when he had clicked 'Submit'. But that nagging feeling kept insisting itself on his mind. So, Rawk focused on it... and suddenly he felt power surging through him. "Hmm... seems like we're just in a bit of code. A 'Cyberworld' so to speak." Rawk said. Link nodded. "Makes sense." he replied. Rawk then saw someone appraoch. Roman-style clothing, pure muscle. Interesting. Then, he saw a rocket (odd), and what looked like a Pokémon. Something told Rawk that she was an earth spirit of sorts. Then, someone came over, meowing every so often, and talking about someone in his head. Rawk nodded. Made sense. "Well, you can call me Rawk. And this... I guess is Link." Rawk said, gesturing to Link, who was taking stock of his items.

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Link frowned, ignoring Rawk's introduction. Some of his equipment was missing. Sure, he had some of the more vital things, but Link preferred having all of his equipment in one place. However, the Hylian looked up eventually, and just nodded. He didn't feel like talking much right now. Besides, he had more important things to worry about. Like who did this and why. Last thing he remembered, he was off to visit Zelda to see about going on a date, and now here he was.

Suddenly a rocket appeared.

"WOAH! WHAT THE HELL!? A ROCKET!?" Psyga shouted at the top of his lungs while guitar riffs were heard.

"I was about to say the same thing myself... What the hell is going on here?" Tear said. She looked around and made her observations on the people. One thing her eyes locked on though was a corgi. For some reason, she found it familiar. In fact, upon seeing the corgi, it made her say a word she never expected to say in her life.

"ZWEI!" She ran to Oreo, though it dissipated before her eyes. She stopped. "... Wait, what the hell did I just say?" She asked.

"Zwei... German for two." Psyga said.

"... Why the hell would I say that?" She muttered.

Ajax nodded to the people speaking to him, going about addressing each of them almost mechanically and taking a quick stock of them. First was the man in the coat, with the metallic hand. A robotic prosthetic, it seemed. He was only vaguely aware, deep in his subconscious, that he really didn't know what those things were, but someone else did and was sharing with him. His own instincts overrode all that, and he simply saw that the man was clearly a powerful fighter. This was not some two bit showoff trying to frighten people by openly carrying a weapon, no, this was obviously some manner of master swordsman worthy of respect. "Bee is a good name. Good creatures, diligent, loyal, give their lives to deliver a sting".

Next came the girl. She didn't seem like much of a fighter at all, and the comparison with Bee did not help that impression. A dancer perhaps, or an acrobat of some kind. Nimble, flexible, strong for the norm even, but not made for battle. It was a good base to start learning the art of fighting with, however. She seemed less sure of herself than the swordsman as well, nervously turning to examine her surroundings and clearly uncomfortable when Ajax mentioned the masters. It seemed these people really were in the same situation as him. "Hm, then you are not servants of whatever brought me, us here. Apologies. A greeting by an emmisary is the standard in these situations".

And finally, the beastman. At least, what he assumed to be a beastman. He was, as a result of his own experiences, rather wary of those who did not show their faces but this one did not seem hostile. Under that scatterbrained approach, however, he could feel another strong warrior but there was something strange about this one. It was not all skill but something else. He had felt something similar before with others who supplanted martial prowess with sorcery of some kind. It was dissapointing, but he was not one to criticize a path to strength. He shook his head. "No food. No supplies of any kind. Nothing to forage. What a desolate landscape".

All these people kept talking about going crazy, and he just never understood that. What point was there in doubting one's own senses and thoughts? If you started, then where did it stop? "I do not think I'm crazy. Similar things have happened to me before. If no messenger is sent, no instructions are given and no interaction is possible then I will just wait until whatever is wanted from me becomes clear. These things never happen just because, there is always a reason".

Key was watching around, too many people were appearing and even a cat man? So cute she thougth, she was calm all the time until a rocket appeared over their heads. Key was in a silent geek torture. She wanted to hug the adorable catman because cat are to be hugged. She wanted to go take a selfy with Link because its Link and she really wanted to go up to that rocket.

What to do first the torture of a geeky mind of hers, the calming feeling that came from the earth spirit couldnt stand a chance up to it. She jumped from foot to foot. She ignored the peek of interest inside her at the word master the greek looking guy said, Instead she moved closer to the catman.
''Taokafka adorable kitten. I dont have food sorry.'' She said passing by him and petting his arm, as she couldnt really reach the top of the head. ''I am...'' Her eyes were fixed on the rocket, she couldnt speak her name in sound, the name of the spirit she was.The name was the passing of time that a rock needs to be turned to fertile soil. Instead she settled saying aloud the alias she used on the internet.
''Call me Key or Talija''
''WOAH! WHAT THE HELL!? A ROCKET!?"
Someone beet her to scream excitedly about the rocket, seeing Cyrillic letters on it it was not hard to conclude it was russian design.
She give up holding her hyper under control. ''Јеби све ''She declared with a curse in her mother language, the pouch in her hand already pouring the earth out of it.
The rocket won over her love for cats. The earth moving to her wishes pushing her up to the rocket surface. A thin pillar of earth under her toe stretching all the way up, it would have fallen over if she weight anything, but having a spirit body meant her weight was close to the weight of the empty pouch in her hand.

She hugged the metal, well more like pressed her face against the metal. The metal giving a familiar sense and comfort. it came from what provides earth Something inside her whispered. The earth pushing some more so she was standing on the surface of the rocket all the earth moving back to the pouch.
''Actually maybe inside the rocket there is some ration for food?'' She said aloud walking her hands spread to hold balance. It was more of a human reflex to do it than she actually needed. The earth spirit in her much easier holding contact with the rocket than the zeroes and ones from before.

Willa raised an eyebrow at the Pokemon-esque creature. "Well then," she said, giving a slightly wry chuckle. "I don't think I have any food, I'm sorry," she continued on in an apologetic voice. "Anyway, nice to meet ya Taokafka. I'm...Willa." Willa hesitated before giving her name, not because she was thinking of an alias on the spot, but more so because the way the name sounded did not seem right. The name felt a tad foreign on her tongue, but what frustrated her the most was that she could not remember what her actual name was. Willa then directed her attention towards Rawk and Link, grateful that she could at least identify Link because of the Wii games she used to play with her friends when she was younger.

"How'd Link get here?" She asked aloud, eyeing him in curiosity. "Last time I checked he was a character in Legend of Zelda." Willa hoped that she was making sense, because the others seemed just as puzzled as she was. She nodded towards Ajax, still bewildered by his lengthy introductions, as it did not appear that he was from the world Willa was used to. His attire was altogether strange yet familiar, the stuff of AP world history textbooks and ancient Greek mythology and statues from the classical era. The same went for the guy dressed in colonial clothing or whatever.

"Tell me, Ajax..." she said, trailing off while she gathered her thoughts. "What year do you think it is?" she asked him, a little apprehensive as to what his answer would be. "Same for all of you guys-do you know the year?" Bee didn't appear to be from the present day time period either, considering his metallic arm. As for the small girl introducing herself as Talija, Willa definitely could not place where she was from, though she did not think Talija was from Willa's world at all, due to the fact that she had shot up on a pillar of earth and dirt to hug a rocket. Yes, a sentient rocket-how could Willa have forgotten that? She felt a throbbing headache creeping up on her, and she rubbed her temples lightly, trying to make sense of it all. As an almost reflexive habit, and because she was barefoot, Willa curled her toes beneath the main part of her right foot into a tendu of sorts, putting her weight on the toes of her foot, something she always unconsciously wound up doing as a way to stretch her toes. What surprised and horrified her was how it didn't stop at the toes-she wound up having the bottom of her toes meet the bottom of her heel, in a way that resembled what footbound feet of ancient Chinese women looked like. She gasped, startled. What the hell? How was she not in any pain, and for that matter, how was it even possible?!

Willa quickly moved her foot back to its normal position, more unsettled than ever.

in a flash of light, a new figure entered the fray. he seemed of an angelic figure, with six wings, white as snow. he wore shimmering armor, ornamented with humble pieces of cloth.

his hair, and eyes were the same color of his wings, a pure white.

though his eyes were soft, compassionate. in his hands lay a long spear, silver on the rod, with a shining golden tip. the figure looked around, appraising the surroundings and those within them.

"well, this is interesting. a contained space, with differing means of entry..hmm..something vaguely familiar about the idea of that."

Rattlesnake Jack idly glanced around the terrain, noting that it was incredibly desolate and blue. It was really blue, with some flying numbers. But despite that it was still desolate; Well sans a discernible group of individuals gathered and chatting among each other. Looked like a buncha city-slickers, for the most part. He peered at the large mechanical device, which was not upon any tracks, then again this could be due to the fact that it was in a blue swirly place. Rattlesnake Jack pondered on whether or not he should have stayed in the sweat lodge for as long as he did that time. Figuring that he probably did reckon that he spent too long in a sweat-lodge, he figured he should have a good old fashion drink.

As such he reached towards his left as he grabbed his water-skin, and slightly lifting his mask, before he took a quick swig. Jack placed the water-skin back on his belt, and lowered his mask again. Waiting for a moment, Jack approached the group, most likely due to a sense of boredom, and while he approached the spurs on his boots jangling a bit.

"Heh; Howdy there pardners." He said to the assorted band. Hooking his thumbs around his belt he paused as he spoke up again, "Ain't ya'll slickers, a bit far from the City?"

Charlie heard the familiar girl yell "ZWEI!" Charlie looked around and saw the red hooded girl, "Ruby..?" As soon as the turtle started to move Charlie was hit with a flash of light which puts him off balance and he falls back in to the code. "What the flying fuck! That was bright. I played video games for months at a time." The turtle comes back under him and brings him back to the sitting position. He shakes his head "What was I doing? Right, Ruby." He turtles his way towards Tear. "Are you the Ruby Rose?" Charlie asks Tear.

"A-adorable?" Taokafka said, blushing and frowning. "I'm not adorable! I'm adorabloodthirsty!" He shouted to the stone elf, feigning anger and punching the air. He then responded to Gymnast Girl's questions. "Well, the lady inside my head is a character from a video game, and I seem to have fused with her, so just a straight up video game character doesn't seem to far-fetched all things considered. Oh, and I can't quite remember the year I'm from. two thousand and something or other, Tao's memory seems to be clashing with mine on the year thing. Anyways it was nice meeting you, but I gotta go follow Stone Elf, I heard her say something about food." Taokafka said as he made his way over to Rocket Ship and somehow knew how to grab on. He used his claws and morphed the into hook like blades similar to a cat's actual claws, and hooked himself onto the rocket. "What'd you say, Elf gal? I heard food. Is there food here?"

Psyga began to notice some familiar characters. Tao from BlazBlue was one who passed by him with almost no trigger. Link almost made him scream out in fanboyish squees. Just then the area flashed and an angel stepped in.

"Oh God, I am in the afterlife." Psyga went over to the Grim Reaper. "Hey, am I going to Heaven or Hell? Or is that supposed to be something St. Peter will tell me when I get there?" Psyga said.

"Are you the Ruby Rose?" Was what was asked.

"Huh?" She looked around before Tear noticed that Charlie was talking about her. "Oh, me? Why do you think I'm some sort of jewel flower? Or some celebrity? I'm the Grim Reap- ACK!" Psyga grabbed Tear by the robe and spun her around.

"Shit, I knew this hood was too red to be the Grim Reaper's." Psyga thwaped the hood off her head and revealed a young girl's face. She had black hair with the ends of her hair turning dark red and silver eyes. "OOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAH!" Guitar Riffs sounded as Psyga fell to the ground clinging onto his chest in pain. "Th-that's so moe... I might just pass out..." He muttered.

Suddenly Rattlesnake Jake stepped in. "OH FUCK YEAH!" He couldn't hold it in any more. Psyga got up and began to yell out. "RATTLE-FUCKIN'-SNAKE WITH A MOTHAFACKING MACHINE GUN!" Something ticked in Tear as she ran off to gush about Rattlesnake Jake.

"OOOOOH! SWEET! HE'S GOT A GATLING GUN FOR A TAIL! OOOOOOH, I'M SO JELLY!" She began to yell. Psyga paused and glanced at Tear.

"So... A cute girl like you is posing as the Grim Reaper." He said. Tear turned around.

"Huh? N-no! I'm not cute! I'm dark and edgy and all that cool stuff! Watch who you're talking to, old, lipsticky man!" She said.

"Wait, I'm what?" He said.

Rattlesnake Jack simply tipped his cowboy hat at Psyga yelled out that, yes, in fact Rattlesnake Jack was there. "Well, I'd reckon it seems my reputation continues to precede me." Unlatching his thumbs from his belt he moved his hands closer to his gun-holsters, carrying his trusty Colts, as usual. Then some girl in a rope with some oversized farming impliment, which appeared designed in a way quite different than a usual scythe, ran off towards him. He arched his left eyebrow, "Missy, I can tell ya that I don't got no tail." He used his right hand as he gestured behind his duster-coat.

"Sides, would ruin my jeans if I did have a tail like it. If'n you were thinkan the use of that there ol' double negative meant me sayin' I had a tail. Which, I ain't got." He glanced towards the man as he asked in curiosity what, sort of thing he was. " 'Twas an insult, plain and simple like a ravenous buzzard stripin' a coyote carcass on a hot day."

-Encore Performance, aka d-d-d-double post-

Rattlesnake Jack paused for a moment as he continue glancing around the area. Reaching towards his waterskin, before deciding against having another drink. I'll wait 'til the Sweat Lodge ritual wears off...and go to a proper saloon. he thought to himself. Rattlesnake Jack took a deep breath in and out, "Any of ya'll slickers got any cigarettes on ya?"

Rawk seemed mildly amused as he watched everything going on. At the mention of a year, his head perked up. Well, since the character he'd been making was for a futuristic RP... but he was himself. Really. He'd designed his character after himself. "Well, I am both from 2014 and from 3422." Rawk said. He felt his mental prowess increasing more and more the longer he stood there. He reached into his hoodie pocket, and felt two bands. He instinctively slipped them on, and, at the click of a button, two cyber swords fell into his hands, attached to the bands by a superstrong rubber-like substance. Rawk clicked the buttons, and the swords disappeared. Handy. "As for cigarettes, I find it best if I avoid the habit." Rawk said to the Western-style gunslinger.

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Link also heard the conversation. He'd finished taking stock of his supplies, and now turned to the others. "Year...? All I know about years is that it's the fourteenth year of the reign of King Daphnes Nohanssen Hyrule III." Link said. He watched the goings on. What had happened exactly? And why did he know this 'Rawk' guy so well? Link watched as Rawk experimented with his blades, before turning to the rocket. "WHAT IN THE HOLY NAME OF HYLIA IS THAT!?" Link asked, unable to hide his surprise.

"oh, you want a cigarette? Here, take one of mine..alpha's curtesy." Chaos stated, overhearing the cowboy's request and handing over one of the stolen cigarettes from alpha.

Omega chuckled, gauging the reactions of the group gathered. "What that is, my green clad, hylian associate is a rocket. Basically a type of boat between Worlds, in your parlance. Hm..bit rusty on details, but..it looks like..a Russian? Maybe soviet lunar orbiter? Generally good..though the Americans had the benefit of the German rocketeers, so..yes, a tad bit behind." He mused.

The illusion of how they saw Rattlesnake Jake soon faded and they immediately saw the personification of him. Psyga got onto his knees and bowed continuously.

"Crap! Sorry... I didn't realize you weren't... Oh boy, how do I explain this one..." Psyga dwiddled around a bit before finally settling on: "I thought you were a literal rattlesnake... If that makes sense..." Psyga began to think if this was some other Jake, one where the characters from Rango are humanized. Tear immediately got better and realized what she gushed about as soon as Jake told her his lack of a tail.

"Ah..." She bit the middle portion of her finger. "Damn... really showing my childish side here..." Tear remembered watching Rango a while back... Her guilty pleasure of watching cartoons with the impression that they're kid's movies.

Rattlesnake Jack gave a nod to the man who handed him over the cigarette. "Much obliged pardner." Glancing at the cigarette he placed it in his duster-coat pocket, as he glanced at Psyga who began bowing before him. "...Sweat lodge can do that to ya. Musta been in there too long to think I was an actual snake." He said as he waved his left hand in a gesture of, think nothing of it.

"Anywhoo... yeah while it was an obvious mess up, ain't too harmful of one." Rattlesnake Jack glanced around yet again, confirming that everything was still blue and desolate.

The N1-L3's external video feed revealed the tiny elf shooting up toward it. The yellow elf-thing clung to its metal skin. The avionics alarms faded a bit. A sense of calm washed over the N1-L3. That was the Earth. It was right there. It existed. Metal groaned in contentment, errant bolts settled and popped noisily into place.

In the background, the N1-L3 noted several other people getting excited in its general direction. Then the cat attached itself to the rocket. It was of no consequence; the calming yellow elf was far more important. The elf was near the hatch to the LOK lunar orbiter. If the N1-L3 could keep the little elf inside, take care of her, maybe it would feel less confused. Maybe the elf would stay with the N1-L3, and its stress would just melt away...

The N1-L3 opened the LOK's hatch, trying to be inviting.

Opening the hatch let microphones pick up voices outside the rocket. What year was it?

"2014. Or 1974," the N1-L3 silently transmitted into radio waves. "Internal clocks say 1974, but I remember-" suddenly the N1-L3 remembered who it was - "hitting post in 2014. Wait, hold on. Did I fall asleep on my computer? This is a strange dream. If I am dreaming, AND I'm aware of it, then it's a lucid dream. Yes! I love lucid dreams! Let's see. Behind me is a Stargate, and because I said it and this is my dream, that makes it true!" The N1-L3 gently fired its attitude control thrusters and spun around. Nothing. "Hmm. Okay. Guess I'm a little rusty at lucid dreaming," it transmitted.

Charlie watches everyone have their conversations, he closes his eyes in a meditative look. 'Ry-bread, you there.' 'Hey, kid.' 'Do you have any idea what's happening?' 'Not a clue.' "Damn, though its better then real life. Hope we get some where." 'Hey, kid, the rocket moved alot. Check it out.' "M'kay." Charlie says as he turtles to the rocket.

"Well... I nearly drowned if that counts for having delusions... Then again, I'm beginning to question if I've been... Sweat lounging too much." Psyga said to Jake. He scratched the back of his head with the thought of 'note to self, find out what sweat lounge is... Miiiight be a sauna...'