Ramius again nodded his head - still very politely, though silently he was wondering how people were NOT at least a bit surprised at seeing a bard of his skill and ability just wandering in like that. Then he remembered that the Tavern was situated between worlds - or was it technically on it's own plane of existence? Questions for later - so in other words there were most likely even stranger people than he was showing up on a daily basis. Still being a Magna Alumnae back home at least was a big thing - heck, he had been working and adventuring for YEARS to gain that particular accolade and all the prestige with it. The thiefling paid for his drink with a handful of gold coins - again an amount that perhaps was worth at least a handful of bottles, assuming ofcourse that gold was still an accepted currency and something hadn't mysteriously de-valuated it... Like alchemists, damn alchemists... Always trying to turn lead in to gold and ruining the economy... He coughed politely and took a rather ungentlemanly gulp from the pint of whiskey. "I'll do my best to enjoy it, li'll miss." He didn't really feel the burn of the alcohol - doing all the things that he's done over the years really makes you immune to that - at least the taste and other effects still worked just fine. After another little sip the bard glanced at the fellow with the notepad and came to a swift conclusion that the guy was some kind of a private eye, or detective or something of the like. The thiefling had to admit that sometimes seeing too many places just took excitement out of things... Especially after that little incident in Greyhawk...

@Marcus XVI

Carver didn't understand half the words spoken by this man called Ramius Kastagir. Master bard? Magna Alumnae? He said he was from Waterdeep, wherever that was. Ramius took couple gulps of his drink, giving Carver time to wonder what he meant by "what world or plane of existence". Was there not just one of each? He decided he would just say what he knew. "Um, the village of Maple Falls, in the Sticky Valley, in the country of Penta, on the West Continent, on the planet Theia. In the year..." What year is it again? I guess I can be a little off and he'll still know which Maple Falls it is. "...380 of the Civil Age." He was starting to wonder if it was even worth going back, for all he had left in his life. This place at least had its striking unfamiliarity to keep him slightly occupied for a while. And it had a bar.

@Marcus XVI@gohKamikaze

Ayeka starts to blush a slight pink as her ears slightly wiggle. She notices Hardwick approach her and she stops cleaning the counter. She is not to fond of him as he is a detective and did not to talk about herself. "I don't mind answering some questions about the tavern." To her Hardwick should take it easy from drinking too much before crashing to the floor.

'Thank you, ma'am' Hardwick replied with a respectful nod. 'Let's start with something simple: How long have you worked here?' He took a quick glance at the eclectic group of patrons sitting around. Were any of them regulars?

@Alisdragon911

Sadly from her fantasy world in her mind she awoke. Her half empty glass of vodka mixed with what used to be ice was still in her hand. Her hair sticking up in a few places. How long she had slept she didn't know. She did know she must likely needed it. With the somewhat change of patrons she didn't think it was to long. Patting her hair down softly whole cussing herself for sleeping in the open again.
Her hand would raise with her drink waving slightly towards the bar maid who she recognized.@Alisdragon911 Her arm no longer, thankfully being wounded but her darksubstance did somewhat pool on where it used to be in full view.

She took time to scan all the new comers she didn't remember. Her memories mixing up with each other.
A name came to mind but she knew thatust have been an encounter a while ago. Which means he may still be here somewhere.

@POOHEAD189
Not for the first time and certainly not for the last time Tic felt like he was being ignored, he rose up from his seat on the stool and was ready to begin a shouting match for the ages when he lost his footing and plummeted towards the floor. A soft thud resonated from where the pixie had fallen, in a flash he was back on his feet feeling more turned around then ever. Where was the person he was going to yell at? where was his drink? and what day was it? were just some of the questions that flew through his mind.

One of his questions was answered by a quick scan of the environment, his glass sat precariously on the lip of the bar. Flying up to retrieving it he remember one of his compatriot from earlier in what he thought was this evening, surely he'd be able to help.

"Ben, where are you?!" he shouted slowly navigating the simple space without crashing into anything.

@gohKamikaze@Song Book

"I been only working for a day, excuse me. I will be back to answer more questions." Ayeka says as she grabs a bottle of vodka. She walks over to the girl waving her glass. Ayeka pours the vodka into the glass and leaves the bottle on the table. She walks back to the bar to rejoin Hardwick and his questions.

Ben was reclining along the bar counter, thinking on stuff to do. He might go talk to that girl who wouldn't stop eating. She seemed like a kindred spirit to how he handled things. Then again, there were a lot of interesting characters around here he wouldn't mind getting to know. He'd stayed quiet long enough for now. If he was lucky he'd find a room here to occupy at some point. He was about to open his mouth and speak to the Elven waitress to ask if that sleeping woman that had just woken up was alright, when he heard a crash from behind him.

"Ben, where are you?!" Tic's voice cried out. That's my cue. The young adventurer turned around, looking at his new pal incredulously. "Tic, you ok?" he asked. He was only about 10 feet from the pixie. "Over here."
@Pineappletumble

@POOHEAD189
As soon as he heard Ben Tic whirled around to face the source of the voice almost finding a way to tangle himself in his own limbs. The plain man was a lot closer then he would have guessed, he floated there for a moment a quizzical look obvious on his face as if he were questioning Ben's existence. Sidling up along side Tic rested his arm on Ben's shoulder,

Straitening his coat and ignoring the fresh whisky stains his did best to not come off as a complete drunk "I'm fine..." a hit of a slur forming. "Not gonna lie though, we're gonna need to find a place to sit" he whispered as if it wasn't already clear that he was barely keeping his balance in the air.

@PineappletumbleBen wasn't a drinker. But he'd grown up with his friend from highschool getting shit faced quite a bit, so he knew how to handle this for the most part. He kept Tic steady by placing a strong hand on the Pixies chest. "Yeah, sure bud." he chuckled, guiding him over to a table and setting him down on a chair. "Here I was thinking you were wanting to do something, but you can't sit up to save yourself." He let him go on the chair, to see if the prediction was accurate.

Willow finished eating the masses of food she'd brought herself from the kitchen and yawned. She felt like she'd paused time and come back with everything having changed, she was so focused on filling the ever lasting hole in her stomach that she hadn't payed attention to anything else happening in the room. She looked around and noted everyone where they now sat while she took her plates and bowls and everything else back to the kitchen to be washed, swiping an apple on her way out again. She bit into it as she took a near place along the bar counter, making a mental note of the man and the very drunk man nearby.

@POOHEAD189@SkeletonShadow
"I-i-I respectfullzzzy disagree..." Tic did his best impression of someone much fancier and much less drunk than he was but to no real degree of success and wobbled dangerously when Ben's hand stopped stabilizing him. The bloody room would just not sit still light it ought to. All these real drinks seemed to come with much more of a kick then the soy shit he was used to, either that or he'd been having a lot of different spirits, that'd fuck up anyone real good.

"I'm as fine as a Elf lady person fresh from the..." Tic paused even managing to stop his swaying while he seemed to strain to find the right words "Hair, type, place" he waved his arms around his head as if it would indicate a beauty parlor.

Slowly starting to feel the rhythm of the way the room swayed Tic began to look a little more stable using stray hand to prop himself up. Tic lazily eyed the other patrons, Alex seemed to be talking with that lonely guy, the PI was bothering Ayeka and... that was the biggest stack of plates he had ever seen from a one person table being carried off into the kitchen. Not sure if he someone had spiked his drink he looked back to Ben slightly horrified.

"H-how?" his voice raised, while head glanced back and forth between Ben and the stranger as if to ask if what he was seeing was even real.

@Pineappletumble@SkeletonShadowThe dark haired young man had to keep himself from messing with his new friend. 'You're on acid' came to mind, but he kept it bottled up. He did his best to keep his brow raised and his body poised to catch Tic if the need arose, though he seemed to have stabilized like some toy that no matter how much it wobbled, the weight at the bottom kept it from tipping over.

"Do Elves go to beauty parlors?" he whispered, looking inwardly. He was a fantasy writer himself, and he supposed he always thought their magics kept them in pristine condition. He was taken out of his reverie when Tic was drunkenly aghast by how much that girl had eaten. He had noticed her before now, and she reminded him of someone he used to know, if he had to be honest. That and...Ben was known for such eating habits at his work.

Ben turned about to give the girl a friendly smile, patting Tic's shoulder. "Hi, sorry about him he's just a bit under the bottle." Might be a new phrase he just coined. "Don't mind us, we're just admiring how good the food here is."

Willow smirked and bit back laughter as she took in the two strangers. "Nothing to apologize for. The food is quite lovely even when being eaten quickly" she said making a waving gesture with her hand lazily. She looked at them closed and asked the one who looked most stable, "how are you liking thw tavern so far?" @POOHEAD189 @Pineappletumble

'Only a day, huh? Well, you seem like you're a natural at this line of work.' Hardwick scanned the bottles behind the bar - some he recognised, but most were adorned with labels he wasn't able to read, let alone place their origin. 'Tell me, Ayeka, who owns this place? Is there someone who you're working for here? Or maybe someone who's worked here for a spell longer than yours?'

It was hard not to notice the series of loud and incoherent outbursts from the fairy man behind him, who had made it no secret that he'd returned from his trip to the restroom. He shot him a look - not of disdain but of something else, a mixture of pity and sympathy. God knows, he'd been there more times than he could count.

@Alisdragon911 @Pineappletumble

@gohKamikaze

"Thanks, I also have help from that book. I hope I did a good job to make almost everyone happy. I work under a guy name Clay, the person who owns the tavern is Dorian. I have not seen them for awhile though." Ayeka says.ooking over at Tic who is making loud sounds, maybe it be best to give him water for his next drink order to sober him up a bit.

Her comment on the food made him grin. "Their potatoes are good I'll say that much." he chuckled, then pulled up a seat between her and Tic. "Well, it's a fine place as far as extra-dimensional Taverns go. It's my first time truth be told. You been here long?" After he asked, he turned back to Tic to make sure his new bud was still upright. @SkeletonShadow@Pineappletumble

Dorian and Clay. That sounds a cheap Wilde knock-off. Hardwick scribbled the names and their positions down in the journal. 'No, thank you ma'am. Those drinks were exactly what I needed, especially after the week I've had...' He trailed off as thoughts surfaced through the dull buzz of the booze. Thoughts of the cold brick alley, the deranged screaming, the robed figures that barely an hour earlier had him cornered like a lamb before wolves... He shuddered. This place, although mind-bogglingly complex in its machinations, may as well be paradise.

He shook his head. Now wasn't the time to dwell on such things, and he'd be damned if he wasn't going to take the luxury of suppression while he still could. 'Now, these two people... Clay and Dorian... Can you describe them to me? What do they look like?'

@Alisdragon911

@POOHEAD189@SkeletonShadow@gohKamikaze
Catching the glance from the P.I. Tic found it impossible to read, he wasn't sure if he was too drunk to read it or the man was displaying an emotion beyond his spectrum of understanding. Deciding it was anything good the drunk huffed and returned his gaze to the conversation happening at his table with a small pout.

The assurance that the food tasted good even when consumed quickly still left Tic in wonder and fear, his upper body lurched forward determined to get a better look at the stranger despite his leg's new found refusal to move. What kind of monstrous metabolism lurked in that thin frame of a person, of course Tic was less then able to put this tactfully.

"But, where did it all go?!" looking on the woman as if she might try and eat him alive.

@gohKamikaze

"Everyone goes through a bad patch, I am glad I relieve some of your pain. Dorian is a rich looking guy in a fancy suit, he has a mysterious vibe about him. Clay is a tough looking guy, you do not want to start a fight in the bar when he is around, he also smells like a dog." Ayeka says as she notices her drink had melted, she reach for it and stirs it. She drinks it has her mouth is dry from talking a little too much or working too hard.