@PaintLynn
Alex walks over to Paint, and sits down next to the flower patch. (And I think it's a wreath.)

@Overlord24
(Yes that makes sense XD )
Paint looks over at Alex and smiles before placing a finished wreath on his head

@PaintLynn
"What's that for?" Alex says pointing at the wreath.

@Overlord24
Paint grins "to make you smell better!" She says teasingly

@PaintLynn
"I don't smell that bad." Alex says poutily.

@POOHEAD189@Alisdragon911
Tic's heart sank, all he could do was slumped over; fall on the table like a rag doll quietly groaning and beat his hand lightly against the wooden surface.

It just wasn't his day... or night... did they even have day and night here?

With his eyes almost as weary as his body Tic fell back into his chair glass some how still in his hand and as full as when when it was given to him. He needed to stop caring so much about the job or whatever he thought a runner should be so he could just relax, he took a long drink from his glass and set it on the table his head hung obscuring his face. Something strange happened, what seemed like a small cough from Tic soon developed into a chuckle, it wasn't long before his roaring laughter echoed through the room.

"You know what? This whole things ridiculous!" he spluttered out between breaths "I'm in a slotting bar attached to who knows where?!" he laughter slowing gave a soft smile to the elf and human across from him "Mind if we just hold a normal conversation?" he pushed himself back off his seat and offered his hand to either party at the table "I'm Tic, whats your name?"

@Overlord24
"I'm only playing silly, no meed to be so touchy"

@PaintLynn
"OK, so, where did you learn to make these?" Alex asks Paint.

@Overlord24
Its just something that i taught myself... Or more accurately i stumbled upon when i was little

@PaintLynn
"How do you stumble upon a skill like making flower wreaths?" Alex askd Paint inquisitively.

@Overlord24
"Easy, you just fiddle around with connecting the flowers together till its a success " she says simply

@Alisdragon911@Pineappletumble@POOHEAD189
Dragons? Check. Mind controlling blackjack dealers? Check. Giant crazy cybernetic samurai? That’s a big red check. I guess I should add magical dimension hopping tavern onto that list. Doorman sighs, looking at the passing doorways, probably leading to some inconspicuous broom closet, an indescribable void, or possibly a bloody swimming pool for all he knew. Walking had always helped the wannabe cowboy focus before tough jobs, and he needed to focus a lot right now. Rounding a corner the man's eye’s noticed something that should have been very obvious a few minutes ago. The hallway was repeating. He was positive he hadn’t looped back on himself. Without missing a beat he swung open the closet door. Broom closet, complete with frayed broom and a bucket half filled with dirty water. He counted the number of doors from the start of the hallway to the broom closet, 3, and continued walking. Two right turns later he opens the third door, broom closet, bucket and everything. Doorman was officially lost.

Laughter begins to echo through the hallway. Not happy laughter, it was closer to maddening. While he had never heard this particular laugh before, the pitch was undeniable. Tic. With new bearings Doorman quickly worked his way towards the noise. The laughter ended as suddenly as it began, leaving the hapless runner stranded. Oddly though, he didn’t feel lost anymore. He continued walking, with newfound purpose, and with a quick right turn found himself staring at the front door, bar, and all the patrons nearby. It’s almost as if as soon as he knew where he wanted to go, he was there.

The Pixies voice can be clearly heard from across the room. “I’m Tic, what’s your name?” It seems his former partner was making some new friends. He takes a look across and sees Tic with an, oddly normal looking, man. The elf from before was also there, serving drinks. Doorman looks at the, suddenly all too alien, elven bartender. Does she eat and sleep? Can she shape-shift into a giant lizard? Are there even humans where she comes from? Doorman struggled to push these questions out of his mind. He had more important things to ask, and it wasn’t the bartender that interested him at the moment. It was the Tavern.
He intercepted the fancy looking elf on her way back to the bar.
“I don’t suppose you could answer a few questions for me?”
The girl looked like she was enjoying just having someone to talk to. Doorman saw this positive reaction and continued before the girl could get a word out.
“So.” Doorman said,he seemed surprisingly calm compared to his previous actions. “Let's start at the beginning. What is this place?”

Jet would finnaly stumble back into the bar finding herself seated at the table she had started odd so longago it felt at. Slightly remembering how less crowded he place felt then compared to now. Laugher and conversations were about and the best she wanted was a nice strong drink of something to wake up her senses. She slightly recognized the speach of the pixie unable to place where or why she did. Scanning the area she kept a look at the main actions of people near by. Mainly one man pulling a new bartender aside. She would wait until he released her so she could order something.
@Continuum@Pineappletumble

Ben nodded to the Elf politely, and then glanced back at the Pixie as he began sputtering with laughter. For some reason, Ben chuckled along with him. It was contagious, and if he had to be honest, he too could appreciate not knowing where he was in the slightest.
He shook Tic's hand. "Hey Tic, I'm Ben. And I have no idea how I got here. Do you know where we are or is this just a different dimension?" he asked, seeming to take it all in stride. Ben had always had a huge imagination and was properly paranoid.
He glanced to the side and saw a lovely woman sitting there waiting. He waved and gave her a friendly smile and nod, and gave another nod to the cowboy fellow speaking to another Elf. Glad more people were showing up.
@Pineappletumble@Song Book@Continuum@Alisdragon911

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B^A_NG

A blinding flash lit the entire main room of the tavern, and those who were unfortunate enough to be looking at the origin of the flash in the center of the room at that moment caught a glimpse of infinity. Looking into infinity induces two known symptoms. The first of which is a mild headache, because that's an awful lot of information to process. The second is sudden, intense irritation, as infinity is infinitely boring. It isn't like some sort of mystical time warp situation like people keep insisting in fictional movies and books, but rather it is like endless paperwork, all of which is designed to make you question your time management skills and stress out over deadlines, which in this case are coming up rather quickly. Infinity's manager wants those papers handed in by the end of this !QI1156Eklj, or he'll fire the lot of you and give your jobs to the first people to walk through the door.

Once the flash dissipated, there was a much more interesting sight to be seen in the middle of the room. A large, metallic, table-like object coated in elaborate silver and gold symbols had appeared in the center of the room, and it was bleeding enough magical energy into the air that the air had grown rather excitable and started giving off a fantastic magical light - which was, of course, a rather unfortunate shade of lilac.

The wooden table that had been sitting where the object was now sitting had violently ceased to exist on any plane whatsoever.

Eight figures scurried around the table-like object - one humanoid female and seven shoggoth, pounding away at the symbols, adjusting the artwork, and muttering incantations.

^BAN_G

Another flash, and what appeared to be a large witch's hat popped out of infinity and deposited itself on the female humanoid's head, followed by the void more or less vomiting out a number of packed travel bags on top of the strange metal altar. The witch found herself pleading with the bizarre magical machine as though something were about to go horribly wrong.

"Oh, no... No. No. Nononononono. PleasepleasepleasePLEASE. Nooooo_{ooooooooooooooo}"



A third flash, and the altar disappeared, leaving behind the witch, the luggage, and her seven small flying companions, all of whom were now dancing together through the air and flailing their tentacles tauntingly. The witch was pacing back and forth where the altar had been, and seemed to be very stressed out. Each one of the squidly creatures spoke, in sequence, in a slightly different voice through the mouths that appeared to take up the entirety of their heads. They would be cute if they weren't so slimy and annoying.

"That's what you get for programming it like that."
"Should've listened to us, Mari."
"We're experts at this, Marissa."
"There wouldn't have been any problem if-"
"-you had told it to take you where you-"
"-wanted to go, instead of where you should go."

The seven stopped moving and bundled together, aggressively flying within inches of the witch's face. She appeared to be somewhere between distraught and terrified. The final of the seven spoke.

"...We're trapped here now, Marissa, and we can't contact the rest of the brain. We're stuck here with you, and you're stuck on whichever plane we've landed. Probably forever. This is your fault."

@Pineappletumble@Continuum@Azereiah@POOHEAD189@Song Book

"My name is Ayeka," she says as that was the only thing she could say to the pixie and the other guy. She notices the cowboy is back asking a question or two. "This is a tavern for anyone who is looking for a safe have n or a place to rest for a bit." She hope that did not freak him out too much, she made him upset from the last conversation they had earlier. Ayeka notice a women looking at the pixie like she recognize him from somewhere before. She also notices another women screaming at someone flying around her head. She looks back at the cowboy as she waits for a answer before she could get back to her job.

@Song Book@Continuum@Alisdragon911@Azereiah@POOHEAD189
"I haven't the fuzziest thought on where we are, but a different dimension sounds like a good bet" Tic's muscles relaxed into a more comfortable position when Ben responded, finally something normal.

He nodded to the elf as she was pulled aside by doorman, he looked a whole lot better then he was when he left the room. Good, Tic letting his head fall back against his seat a content sign left the small pixie. Returning his gaze to Ben the plain man was giving a glance and wave to someone entering the bar, it was 'Miss No Name' from earlier, she looked a whole lot worse then he remember; then again Tic wasn't looking any better himself.

About to wave her over Tic was interrupted by a blinding light followed by a loud bang.

"DREK!" he shouted though he doubt anyone could hear him after that spectacle, Flash-bang? did Doorman drop one again?

Slowly regaining his sight he could just make out what he could only assume was some kind of mage pacing haveine an argument with several sprites floating around her head.

Annnnnnd we're back to crazy.

Upon entering the place, the young silver haired ninja looked in awe to the colorful and fancy decorations around. Chris had an opportunity of seeing how this would be a pleasant first step to get acquainted with the environment around him and such.

"Nice place..."

Usually, taverns were the first place that he visited to get any info on where he was. Not that he couldn't talk or read - Chris Falcon was a fast learner when it comes to learning new languages and writing systems. And this was a new place, hopefully he wouldn't have to spend time trying to understand a new I-ro-ha.

@PaintLynn
"Ah, I see." Alex says and tries and fails to replicate the wreath.

@Overlord24
"Here let me help you" Paint shows him how to make one, step by step