Link saw the exchange. The strongest drink he'd heard of was from the continent of Termina. There, they made an alcoholic milk that was just referred to as the 'Chateau Romani Special'. Link himself had tried it once before, since Hyrule Castle Town had recently started to import it in exchange for the pure milk of Lon Lon Ranch. As Ajax made his offer, Link took off his cap, and bowed his head to the ocean. "May the Goddesses watch over said friends." Link said. He then turned to the group. Yeah, these people seemed alright.

In the damp sea soaked sand that was being lapped at by the tide did it begin to deform and move. A visible lump began to grow as a muffled noise from below could be noticeably heard as it got louder and louder. Eventually a hand emerged from the sand very dramatically which was followed by another hand that was firmly grasping to long eel like fish. Then a head covered in sand appeared as the man screamed, "Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggh." Bit by bit he slowly rose with his clothes heavy by both the wetness and sand stuck on them. He also continued scream well over the point where he was on land. He had no idea what exactly happened since he didn't care enough to pay attention along with the fact that he had no clue what was going on as to why he shifted to another world. But he was stoked as not only did he emerge unscathed although probably more than a little chafed. But he had gotten that damned fish. JC triumphantly roared, "FUCK YEAAAAH! Suck it you stupid fucking fish." Once he gets all the sand off he'd plan of doing something to preserve the Hyllian Loach as his trophy.

Maxwell, meanwhile, was in a pub inside the city. He was given strange stares as he strolled through with the confidence that only gods had. Whispers were shared about him, but mostly people went along on their business. He goes to the bar, and waves down the bartender. A hand of shadow pick pockets a nearby thug, and he says "Give me something light, i'm just here to hire some muscle. No need to get drunk. Yet." He puts down a few pieces of the money he just nabbed with his shadow. The thug he took it from noticed it was his, and a look of shock and anger spread across his face. He marches over to Maxwell, and grabs him by his suit. "Listen here, Magic Man, I don't know what you did to get my money but it'd be best to give it back." Maxwell puts his hands up, and smiles a warm grin. "My good sir you are mistaken. This was a gift from a previous spouse I still mourn over. Nice looking wallets are common i'm sure. You are in a bar full of thieves, no doubt it was one of the cut throats you walked by." The man stares him in the eye, and says "I think I'm looking at that cut throat, and I plan to teach him his trade." He takes out a knife, and puts it to Maxwell's throat. Maxwell's face darkens and his eyes turn black. All he has to do is look back into his attacker's eyes and the man is on the other side of the bar, cowering in terrible fear. Maxwell turns back to see his drink on the counter, the money still there. He smiles and takes a sip of the beverage. Things were already going his way. Deadpool awoke with a start, finding himself in a very ornate bedroom. No other way to describe it, it was akin to rooms you would find in castles. He scratches his head, not knowing how he got here. Last thing he remembered was finding out his skin was back to normal, and falling to the ground. Ouch, remembering that hurt his pride. He gets out the bed, and realises he's naked. He's naked, in a stranger's home, in their bed. This is not gonna end well, he was sure of it now. Just to make his luck better, the doorknob starts to jiggle. He quickly takes one of the bed sheets to fashion so that his manhood was hidden. The door opens and what was there was... a shock to say the least. It was a woman, around 5'8" and slim in build. Had major knockers though Ouch! Don't slap me that hard!. The only thing was she had a distinct lack of flesh. She was a skeleton. How a skeleton has boobs, deadpool wasn't about to question. He was too busy cowering in fear at the glowering, twenty foot tall mass of blue muscle roid rage behind her named Thanos. Oh boy, this wasn't gonna end well. "Wade Wilson, what are you doing in my wife's bedroom naked..." Deadpool started sweating, bad. "Uhm, I, Uhm, just woke up here. Something about a clown shooting lasers a little to close to the end of the playing time." He was so gonna slap Pete for that one. Death was silent as the grave, harhar. Well, no, she says this next. "I didn't invite him here, he must have died." Thanos grits his teeth, and says through them "Yes, but you and me both know that people go back right to how and where they were should they come back to purgatory somehow. He was in your bed naked. How do you explain THAT!?" Both Death and Deadpool were at a loss for words here. Well, Deadpool wasn't for long. "Uh, Dumb luck your honor?" Thanos growls "Wrong answer, pin head. From here on out, you're banished from here. I don't want to even think about you being here." Deadpool dashed his eyes back and forth "Um, that means I won't ever die..." "Which means you won't be able to HAVE AN AFFAIR WITH MY WIFE!" Deadpool's last words in purgatory were "Shit". What a way to go.

A sudden bright light came from in the water. Anyone close enough above the water or swimming under the water would be able to see the keyhole shape of the light. A man with long, white hair was thrown through and had to quickly swim to the surface. He took a deep breath and began swimming to the shore. Meanwhile, something could be heard under the sand. in a perfect square, some of the sand fell, revealing the upper half of a man made of blocks. He jumped out of the hole before running over to the man who had swam to the shore. "Sonus, are you alright?" the block man asked, helping the other new guy to his feet. "I'm fine, Steve." Sonus replied, leaning on his friend. "Just a bit exhausted with how I was thrown in this time." Steve tilted his head curiously. "As bad as appearing inside the sand?" Sonus looked at Steve curiously before taking notice of the square hole. "No, that was probably worse. I was thrown through a tunnel and ended up underwater." They both looked around, seeing both new people and familiar faces. With Sonus now standing on his own, Steve began looking around. "Is there a Deadpool this time?" Sonus slapped his forehead hard before sighing. "Knowing how people are, more than likely."

Pete gladly took Ajax's jug of fine Grecian wine, discarding his carton of bilk in the process. Pete took a deep whiff of air from the jug, taking in the heady aroma of the very concept of primitive grapes fermented in a crudely-forged clay oenochoe and carried on a wrestler's person through many years of pitched combat. It smelled... like vinegar dissolved in dog's piss. More importantly, it smelled like really strong alcohol. In one quick motion, Pete quaffed the jug, succeeding only at drenching his mask in powerful spirits. What little alcohol reached Pete's tongue curdled his saliva and boiled away his tastebuds. The heady stench of the wine seeping into his mask did more to make Pete drunk than half a beaker of Gargle Blaster ever did. Pete was driven so far into intoxication that he shot out through the limit and back into nightmarishly clear sobriety. In short, Cuban Pete was blind, stinking knurd. It was a good pain.

"Hey, wait up, mister!", Cirno dropped the frozen brick of meat-like preservatives known colloquially as a Donk Pocket into the sand and jogged after Bee, catching up to him in short order, "Can I come too, mister? The bandana man said the fridge had ice cream but it din't have any ice cream it had these Donk thingies an' they taste funny cuz they're like meat but not an' I still really wanna get some ice cream like a sherbet so can I come?"

Rattlesnake Jack peered around and, noticed the child was following after the suspicious character. Great, just, you couldn't find the Clown amusing enough. He quickly pursued, following Cirno on the way to Bee. After all, someone had to keep an eye on him. And Rattlesnake Jack knew that he'd be the best at it. "To be fair, I didn't actively say that it had ice cream." Rattlesnake Jack clarified, "At least I don't remember saying I did." He kept a firm hold of the whiskey Pete gave him. Note to self, find a good place to store this delicious elixir.

Rawk looked at the sand castle. "Hmm... very ornate, if not a bit overboard..." Rawk thought to himself. However, he soon saw Bee, Cirno, and Jack walking away. Probably to find ice cream... Rawk thought. He turned to Okuu. "I think they're gonna go try and find ice cream. Wanna go with them?" Rawk asked her, pointing in the direction of the trio. Link, meanwhile, turned to see Pete swig Ajax's drink. "Must be some potent stueuff... I'm gonna have to see if I can't get my hands on some Chateau Romani Special. Probably not as potent as you guys like, but it's a good drink nonetheless." Link said. He still stood in the ocean, feeling the waves push up against his legs. He didn't mind his legs being wet, as he was used to far worse things...

The wine splashing on the ocean would have unforeseen consequences. While Ajax had only poured a minuscule amount, not enough to enact any significant changes, Pete's actions would mark the spot for years to come. At first any fish that wandered into that section of the sea would lose their minds and swim at top speeds in random directions. Birds that happened to taste the water were struck blind. After a person accidentally swallowed some of the mixture and was sent, screaming and crying, to the nearest hospital, the place was avoided by all life. It would be long until the more harmful effects of Ajax's drink were washed away, leaving only saltwater that tasted vaguely of wine. "Play nice now!", Ajax yelled out at Jack while he chased after Bee, then turned to look at two men popping up and talking to themselves nearby. The sudden light and noise had caught his eye, but he then promptly turned back to Pete. Just another pair of dimensional travellers. He assumed such things normal now and the two gave him no reason to care about them in any way. "Aw man, you dropped a bunch. It's gonna take a while for it to refill. Well, I guess it kept the effects to a minimum. So Mr. Clown, what shall you give me in exchange I wonder? And huh. Didn't think Chateau Romani was alcoholic. Though it was more like some sort of magic elixir, if memory serves".

Deadpool shows up, in his usual costume, and the first thing he does is walk over and slap pete with all his might. "YOU! You just made me lose my only love life! You, you!" He was surprisingly unwilling to spew profanities, instead he just throws up his arms and storms off. "I'm gonna go try to drown in booze. Catch you cock blocking scum another time." He goes off, mumbling and kicking things and generally being in a bad and sour mood. He ends up in the same pub as Maxwell, as it was the closest one to the shore. He hails the bartender, and says "Hey, buddy, you do tabs?" The bartender, a slight man with a curly mustache and waxed hair, was polishing a mug. "Yesiree, that we do! Just, we have a deadline for these things you know, and a limit of fifty worth of drinks. Not much, but that's because we've had troubles with individuals in the past, hope you understand." Deadpool nods, and says "How much is the strongest drink you've got?" The Bartender says "Sir, if you can down the strongest beverage we have, i'll pay for it myself. You don't seem the type that can handle his alcohol, if you don't mind me saying." Deadpool looks up, smiles, and says. "Oh, you're on. Give me your best shot, mustache boy." The bartender was slightly miffed at that nickname, but poured and slammed down a pint of a strange yellow fluid.

Okuu watched as the hero of justice left, but the two were not separated long. He was searching for something that Okuu was searching for as well, so it made sense for them to team up... for now. "Ice cream!" Okuu cried out, turning to Rawk. "Of course I'm going, I've always wanted to try the ice cream! The real question is are you going?" And with that, Okuu ran after the hero of justice and his entourage of a pirate and Cirno, passing by a white-haired girl and a man made of boxes. "Can I have some ice cream too, mister hero?" Okuu asked, catching up to them.

"Oh man, I didn't expect this many to tag along." Bee smiled, looking around. It was good to have this many friends, like this. "We'll get some ice cream at the first stand I see. I just don't know when we'll see one, but it can't be that hard to find near a beach, right?" he asked, trudging forward.

"Beach is a dreadful place." Rattlesnake Jack grumbled, as he kept a close eye on Bee. He glanced towards Okku for a moment, "Sure come along." The more witnesses around this bastard, less likely he'll commit any awful deeds. Coward. He thought to himself. "Buuut if'n there people about, there oughta be merchant stalls. Prolly a General Store at least."

Rawk sighed. Of course she wanted ice cream... "Guess I don't have a choice." Rawk said, tagging along. He caught Bee's comment about the number. "I have some extra funds, if needed." he volunteered, pulling out a wallet that was thick with cash. "Wait... I don't remember having this much money..." Rawk muttered to himself, before shrugging. Link, meanwhile, walked over to where Ajax and Pete were. "Well, that's their regular milk. However, the Special is fermented to be alcoholic in nature. If there was a bar around here that knew of it, the perhaps I might get some for us." Link said to the muscled man. He turned to Pete. "You okay there? You look like you've been to the top of Death Mountain and back."

Casting off the sand like a second skin his attention then turned to the fish. It would need to be preserved for both the purpose of keeping it as a trophy as well as punishment for the rage it caused towards him ages ago that never was truly let go of. Staring at the fish as the fish stared back with those evil beady eyes he wondered what he'd do to it. The line of be revenge or vengeance or whatever and coldness flowed into his mind and inspiration struck. Running his fingers over the fish he froze it more ways than one. Testing his newfound trophy/weapon he targeted the sand castle and swung at it. Such was the potency of his weapon that cleaved through it cleanly causing it to slowly collapse on itself just in time for him to strap it on his back. He then proceeded to walk to the boardwalk to find something before moving on here. He didn't care for the place much as it seemed boring.

Samus's suit was going crazy. Though, it would be more accurate to say her suit's computer systems were going haywire. The city they were in was dimensionally unstable, the suit kept detecting regions disappearing and then being replaced, apparently with beach fronts serving as "filler" between these regions. Which is why the beach they were on was populated only by their group, nobody else was on it. Samus approached the densest group there, which was currently Bee, Okuu, Rawk, and Jack, and said, "We don't want to linger on this beach for long. It's likely to not be here for long." Gaunt, however, approached Ajax, Pete, and Link. He didn't usually linger on these beach fronts, but these people were so obviously new to Cynosure it surprised him they managed to clear the sector before its dimension phased out of alignment with the city. "Look, as nice as this beach is, you don't want to linger here. You never can tell how long it'll take before another dimension phases into alignment, and you don't want to be here when it does." Sure enough, if they looked around, they'd see the beach was just a square, even in the distance when they look out to the "ocean", just physical space filling in for an actual dimension so Cynosure wouldn't have pockets of Void all over the place. "Since we'll be working together a while, we might as well use the same bar to rest up. Your dragon friend paid quite a sum to get my services." Gaunt was almost suspicious, but he'd never been one to worry about where money came from.

"I'm not leaving until I find an ice cream stand." Bee replied, putting his hands on his hips. "I promised my friends ice cream, so they're gonna get it. Got it? I don't back out when I promise someone something." he turned back around, and continued to trudge through the sand. He'd find ice cream soon. He had to. He promised.

Cirno clambered up Samus' leg and back, dangling loosely off of one of her pauldrons as bounty hunter spoke with the others. "Hey mister, can I ride on your shoulder? Are you a robit? What're those holes on your back for? How come you sound like that? Does the green thingy on your arm come off? Is it hard having one hand? Why are your shoulders so huge? Hey, what's that over there?" Cirno pointed at a small, picturesque diner some ways off. It looked like something out of 1950's America: Wide glass windows, neon signs, and cheerful silver-and-red color scheme, a look that clashed immensely with the crumbling, grimy, dystopian hellscape that surrounded it. From the looks of things, most of the native populace gave it a wide berth. "...D'ya think they sell ice cream?"

Rattlesnake Jack glanced back towards Cirno as she asked the questions to the metal person. Well looks like I don't need to ask, now. Then she pointed at a strange looking building, least compared to the saloons Rattlesnake Jack had been to. He turned back to glance at Cirno, "Might be a curious lookin' place, but yeah it could have some."

While Bee might've been too stubborn to move, Rawk was no dummy. He quickly moved off of the sand, heading toward the building that Cirno had pointed out. "Well, there's only one way to find out. Let's head in." Rawk said, putting his wallet away lest someone see the thick wads of cash. He walked along, his scepter touching the ground every other step. While he got a few odd glances, he was ignored for the most part, which suited the strategist just fine. Meanwhile, Link did the same thing, stepping off of the beach to where it was safe. He turned to Gaunt, recalling the man when they first entered the realm. "How very kind of you to offer drinks." Link said, observing the man. Yep, he sure seemed intimidating. However, to the Hylian, he was just another face. Link glanced absentmindedly at his left hand. The dull Triforce mark there bothered him. He had thought it would awaken in Hyrule, but Link figured he needed to prove himself yet.