Bee tugged on his shoes and socks, then threw on his tie and vest. "Alright, I'm ready. Let's head on in." he said, entering the diner. The man was greeted by a gust of cool air and a ringing bell. A grizzled, grumpy old man greeted him with barely a grunt as he wiped a damp rag over the counter. In the corner, Chuck Berry radiated from a jukebox. "Hello, sir. Do you sell ice cream?" Bee asked, smiling as he leaned an elbow onto the counter. The man gave him a glare one would only expect reserved for the worst of criminals before slapping down an oversized, colorful menu with great deals on daily specials. "...Thanks."

Rattlesnake Jack strode in to the Diner, as his boot spurs jangled a bit. He glanced around, eying the interior of the place suspiciously. It was a strange lookin' saloon, but a saloon none the less. Rattlesnake Jack watched as Bee received a glare from the older man tending to the saloon. There were many expressions Rattlesnake Jack could have had under the bandana, but the one he chose was a mystery. He raised up his hands as he idly stretched them, as he searched for a good bar-stool to sit at. "Slick, hand me that." He said to Bee as he outstretched his right hand.

Ajax decided to ignore Deadpool, partially because Pete didn't seem to mind the slap, or much of anything at the moment truth be told, and partially because beating down annoying morons just wasn't something he did unless they messed with him directly, as had happened before. He scratched his head as the military man adressed them. "So, what you're saying is, this city marks extremely dangerous and unstable locations that should be evacuated immediately with lovely, pristine beaches the kind people would love to spend a summer around. Forgive me if I consider this rather stupid. Whatever the case, pleased to make your acquaintance. I am Ajax Diagorides, and you are?"

Okuu crowded around Samus along with Cirno as the others went to explore the place that might have ice cream, grabbing onto the arm opposite the one with the pauldron that the Fairy hung off of. She looked at Samus excitedly, surprisingly enough being able to do so at eye level. "Wow, you have a control rod too?" asked Okuu in a mixture of surprise and excitement, "Did you eat a sun god, mister robot? Are you a hero of justice like that other guy who has a metal arm? Are you a higher level than him because you're all robot? Do you fight crime with other different-colored robots as a team? Do you grudgingly team up with rival heroes of justice to slay a greater evil? That's so cool, tell me a story!" And with that, Okuu attempted to crawl into Samus's arms like she did when she was smaller and wanted to hear a story. Stories were best in a princess carry.

Pete said, felt, heard, and did nothing. The universe opened up to him like a colossal squid unveiling its jaws. Stars flew by him, but did not represent any known formations or constellations. In fact, they seemed to be a repeating pattern of the exact same formation, twinkling gently. Every five seconds, the same stars twinkled. Every movement he made, he saw more of the same stars. This wasn't space, it was Spess, and Pete was a Spessman. With unnerving steadiness, Pete walked back to his pod. He headed back to the engine room, and stared at the engine. It stung at his eyes, but he no longer worried about it. There were doors to the north, east, west, and south; Pete headed through the westmost door. Blinking away afterimages of the engine, Pete found himself in the ship's cargo bay. Pete looked to the Quartermaster's Console, and knew what he had to do.

"Sure; I already know what I want." Bee handed the big, padded menu to the cowboy. "Sir, I'd like a strawberry sundae." he smiled at the man operating the counter. He responded with a glare that could be best described as him wanting to make an expression of disgust, but had lost so much faith in humanity he couldn't muster up enough to care. The man behind the counter turned and began scooping ice cream and slicing strawberries. "Alright, that's my order, so what do you want? And how abo- Cirno? Hey, where are Cirno and Okuu? Didn't they want ice cream, too?" he asked.

Rattlesnake Jack snatched the padded menu when it was offered to him. He peered at the menu incredulously. It was a gaudy mess of pictures and bright colors around the actual food items. "This Saloon ain't got no boiled mutton? ... I don't see the booze." He grumbled. Rattlesnake Jack blinked and gave Bee a quick glare. "Yes, they said they wanted some." If that bastard already kidnapped them. "I'll go on out and get them. You, obviously stay here, gotta get your treat." He quickly tapped on the table, "Barkeep, Sarsaparilla 'n a scoop of vanilla." After placing his order he swaggered out of the diner, to begin the search.

alpha on the other hand went off to find a more standard bar. seeing jack on his way. "hey..gonna look for a stiff drink. maybe fish for info..you in?" he asked offhandedly, boredly looking about. though tellingly, he had his energy reserves ready in case he needed to defend himself in the unfamiliar areas. he was no fool..but, if he could help it, in the situation at hand, he wanted a slight buzz. omega was not on his own, lingering near ajax and those with him. "..hmm..so, it's a nexus. a meeting point between dimensions. intriguing."

Rattlesnake Jack kept on the search for Cirno and Okuu, as he noticed Alpha. He gave a slight nod to him. "Well slick, placed an order at..." He stuck his left thumb as he pointed at the diner behind him. "That strange ol' establishment there. Mighty strange saloon. Ain't got no boiled mutton, 'n didn't see any liquor in their holdin'." Rattlesnake Jack idly scratched at his left chin, slightly moving the bandana in the process. "Plus, I gotta go find some others missin' who wanted to get a treat from there." He rolled his shoulders around, "Info ya say, bars always provide ya the good stuff. Got one of the leads fer findin' that Cattle Rustler that young buck, Gerald North was bein' hassled by." He shook his head and chuckled at the memory. "Say slick, what kinda info ya lookin' fer? Ah, anywhoo, sure. I'll go for a drink wit ya. Yea, but gotta few things ta do 'forehand."

"Meh. A diner sucks for getting hazed. Getting pie, maybe..but not a buzz." Alpha stated with a shrug. "Besides, the info I want is basically who to avoid, who's top dog, and whom's ass do I kick to assume either status. Figure if I do that, I can set our group up nicely." He told jack. "And, if they don't have it here, I'll have to show them how to brew up some zelt. Good stuff that. Kick of tequila, With the undertones of an ale. Also easy to brew, given the right spices."

Rattlesnake Jack just stared at Alpha for a bit, as he mention hazed. "Right, saloon ain't... place fer driving cattle. Y'know slick, I ain't drove cattle through a saloon. Well except that one time with Mordecai in Cactus Creek, but we were both giddy from the nectar... Plus the Landlord was a mighty ripe bastard, 'n it was closin' time at the Saloon." He was rather confused why he'd talk about cattle-driving when it came to a saloon. City-slickers were weird. "Yeah, bars tend ta give that sorta info. Or the barber-shop. Either one really. Sure you'll get somethin' interestan. And if'n ya gonna homebrew, oughta go to a general store fer parts."

"Nah, man..hazed is a polite term for pissed out drunk where I come from." Alpha clarified with a chuckle. "And, I don't really need to get any supplies. Zelt is a battlefield brew. Anything can get thrown in, and But the key is the spices." He explained, pulling out a flask filled with dried ingrediants. "Equal parts powdered genya venom, blade brush root and black wood pine shavings. They're important for their toxity. Apart, each of these things would kill Ya dead in a blink. However, together, when boiled, they cancel each other out, and provide the base for zelt as well as it's alcoholic qualities. Preferred or local fruits can then be added for flavor. Or, it can be drank as is. Though plain, or black zelt has a horribly powerful bite."

Rattlesnake Jack just eyed Alpha, "Well, good thing ya carry the booze parts around. Even if, ya can throw it darn near everythin' I suppose. 'N ya sure it don't jus' add to the toxic nature of it, 'steada...Still general store oughta have spices 'n such." He gave a quick nod. "I'd reckon ya oughta search o'er there. Plus gotta y'know, go to the saloon fer some good booze." He mused for a moment, "Wonder if tender back in that weird establishment already got my order done."

An orange hole, easily 2 meters tall and a meter wide, appeared on the wall behind Bee. A woman in an orange jumpsuit, the top half tied around her waist, and a white shirt walked through the portal before looking around. She sat down at a table alone, setting 2 identical gun-like devices on the table. She leaned back and took a deep breath before sighing. She was lost in thought for a while before punching the table. A sudden black blur ran past Jack, sliding to a stop not far behind him. "Can one of you tell me where the hell I am?" a female's voice came from the basic figure. She walked towards Jack and Alpha, looking back and forth between them. "Neither of you look like you belong here." she said with an invisible frown. She crossed her arms and looked down at her dark red ankle bands. "And why do I look like I'm from Exit Path?!" she screamed.

Above the beach, a small figure could be seen falling. From a distance, they appeared to be a male humanoid in a black robe. He fell near the keybearer and block man, creating a crater in the sand. In his inner world, Akira stood between a white devil and a black angel. Above him, he could see the earth's mountainous region. Below him shone a bright sky. To his left, just above the horizon, he could see a black sun. To his right, a glowing, white moon. "Where am I?" he asked, looking back and forth between the pair. "And what the hell are you two?" "You know who we are." the said simultaneously. "I do?" he asked, looking at his hands. "You do." A third voice came from behind him. This one appeared to be a young boy, no more than 13, wearing black sunglasses with a blue t-cross colored into the lenses. "Not the brightest crayon in the pencil box." a guy resembling a biker said, tapping a bone charm on his chest. Akira looked at the new pair in confusion. "What the hell's going on here?" he asked, nearly yelling. "And who are all of you?" Upon looking closer at the white devil, he finally noticed he had no face. "AND WHERE THE HELL IS YOUR FACE?!" "Loud, aren't you." the white devil said, a smirk in his voice. "I have no face because I need no face." "It doesn't matter how loud he is. He knows the answers to every question he's asking. He just has to remember them." the angel replied with a frown. "Now, you must wake." Back on the beach, Akira's eyes shot open.

Rattlesnake Jack noticed the blur, easy sort of thing really. "No idea slick." He paused for a moment, "Well Kettle, I think you should refrain from calling the Pot black." He paused again, wondering what sort of madness had afflicted the thing. "Right, well, I don't think ya should head on over to the bar then."

Sonus and Steve both slid into the crater, trying to see in the boy was alright. Sonus checked his vitals as Steve began climbing out of the crater to call for help. Upon making sure the new guy was still alive, Sonus carried him out of the crater, hearing Steve's voice, "Can someone come help us?!" Sonus laid him in the sand before casting a curaga, which didn't seem to affect the boy. He suddenly woke up. "You're alright." Steve spoke loud and slow. Sonus slapped his friend's chest softly before turning back to the boy. "Do you know who you are?"

"My name is Akira. Akira Segawa." he sighed and looked up at Sonus. "And who are you supposed to be?" He then sat up and looked down at himself. "And what the hell am I wearing? At least it's comfortable." "I feel weird." he said to himself, standing, further examining himself. "These pants are way baggier than I normally wear." he sighed before noticing both swords, one on his hip and the other on his back. "When did I get these swords?" His eyes widened as he got a sudden memory. "Oh, the multiverse. This is real?" He drew the white blade from his hip and looked it over. When he swung, he felt energy coming from the blade. Surprised by this, he sheathed it and drew the other sword off his back. With a swing, he felt the same yet different energy. "What is this?"

In the middle of Cynosphere was a strange looking individual. He was currently sleeping, with his feet stretched outside of a cardboard box that was covered in mold. Underneath the gutter of a local establishment, was where he kept his lodgings. His face was matted with a large piece of rotting newspaper, which muffled out his snores. The run-off from the gutters, splashed onto his face, destroying his makeshift sleep mask. "GLALLBLAAG!" The mysterious man quickly got up, as he brushed off some growing fungi from his tattered robes. "Ackblah!" He yelled out as he reached over and grabbed a large gnarled piece of metal, which he took as his staff. He stood up, as he waggled his bare-feet which were covered in soot, dirt and ash, and had many fungal spores growing beneath his murky yellow toe-nails. He brushed through his coarse hair, thick with sludge and slime, distorting the natural color into a greenish grey. He walked out to the street as he made his declaration, "HEROES, I KNOW YOU ARE OUT THERE YOU CREATINS! COME HERE AND ACCEPT A MINDLESS FETCH QUEST FROM MAYONNAISE THE GRAND WIZARD! I SHALL OFFER YOU BAUBLES OF GREAT IMPORTANCE FOR IT." The Wizard stared at Jack and the group, which at least had Alpha and the Runner, he was with, "YES, I SHALL OFFER BAUBLES OF GREAT IMPORTANCE FOR HEEDING THIS TASK!" --- Across the street a man with a shaved head dressed in a three-piece black-suit moved up his sunglasses as he stared at the man incredulousily. The Company told me that this place would be filled with weirdos, but I'd never expect... He quickly reached into his breast-pocket as he pulled out a worn brown envelope, which had a red wax seal firmly in place. He peered around, as he searched for his fellow agent to deliver the message to. ---- And of course, not to mention the tavern that was across the street. A man with a bright neon green mohawk, wearing a sleeveless leather jacket stumbled out, before puking into a trash-can. Inside the bar-tender was serving a drink. She looked fairly young, real young, in fact she had to stand on a stool to even sling the drink. Her bright red hair were in pig-tails. She stared idly at customer as she slid a shot-glass of rum to a rather ornery looking fellow, with a series of warts on his face dressed in a cheap-suit. "...Your drink."

Inside, the barman gave a piercing scowl as he passed Bee a strawberry sundae, topped with whipped cream, mixed with sliced strawberries and creamy delight. He took the first spoonful of icy delight, and looked around, spying another man in a suit. Maybe he was late for a fancy event, or a lost businessman. Bee was neither. These clothes were magic'd onto him. "Yo." he greeted the man, taking another spoonful.