((Sorry for not posting, I've been camping with my family))
Bob observes the mortals chattering, talking amongst themselves. Creed and Ven had added themselves. He had no doubt that the group would soon learn of the many happy and dark characters that moved around in Hell's Coffee Lounge. Demons, angels, monsters and men. And beings who can't quite be classified, such as himself. The site of infinite tragedies, the strangest of relationships, and the greatest of battles. "Welcome, all, to Hell's Coffee Lounge. While the regulars would most likely advise against the Theatre, I suggest we remain here." Bob doesn't move from his seat, but the sheer power in his voice is enough to draw all eyes to him. Bob was known as the God of Dance, the Lord of Insanity, and the Taker of Souls. Few would cross him, even outside the Theatre.
"Allow me to explain to all you curious minds where you are. You see, this is Hell's Coffee Lounge. People of great power, those with important fates, are drawn here from any realm in the Multiverse. That is the gathering of all dimensions, or universes. Here, at the Nexus of Dimensions, is the neutral ground for the rulers of many realms, a place where the great and powerful convene. Welcome, to my humble little bar." Bob stands and bows, as if he were an actor, and this but a play. However, knowing how volatile a crowd of strangers from different worlds can be, Bob has no doubt that soon something shall happen.

"Thank you Bob." Mith got the impression Bob gives that speech often.

"No problem, my light-challenged friend." Bob gestures, and with a flash, Mithias finds himself wearing a quite strange getup. A black cloak with a high collar, and an elegant gentleman's suit. And for some reason, you have an odd urge to count things. "Now, you should probably be back on Sesame Street. Soon we're to have visitors of the less friendly type."

Angel stretches her wings out before she folds them on her back again. "Well Im bored.." She says. Another Angel teleports in. Exept she looks diffrent. Her hoodie is a saphire blue, and the creeper symbol is on her chest. Her jeans are not torn, and she has blond hair and grey eyes instead of orange hair and yellow eyes. The moment this Angel teleports in the other Angel teleports away. Nethir of them noticing the other as they cross paths for a moment. The other Angel walks up to Bob. "Your outfit is cool... sparkley." The other Angel's voice is deeper than normal Angel's voice.

Bob raises an eyebrow. "Are you having problems orienting yourself within this existence?" He chuckles, as he thinks of how to abuse this new knowledge.

"... What?" Angel asks, confused. Bob can tell that both Angels have their own souls, they're no the same or anything. Like they're 2 different people.

Bob reaches out, and Angel flies into his hand. he turns her around, as if inspecting an inanimate object. He grins, his eyes scanning her soul and her magic. "What a cute little girl you are." He puts her down, smiling. "Tell me, do you sing?"

thewizardguy said
Bob reaches out, and Angel flies into his hand. he turns her around, as if inspecting an inanimate object. He grins, his eyes scanning her soul and her magic. "What a cute little girl you are." He puts her down, smiling. "Tell me, do you sing?"

"No..." Angel replys and pouts a bit "and I'm not cute or little!" She says.

Once he had obtained his coffee, the man named Bob, who was clearly the owner of this establishment, began to introduce himself and the place they were currently in. The man simply looked on, allowing the information to brew in his head once again. This man had been here for a while now, simply watching and listening, so he was fully aware of where he was.

This was the fourteenth time he had heard this 'Bob' announce himself and his establishment in a similar matter. To be honest he was growing tired of it.

Soon, as a chill forms in the air a hooded figure steps into the bar. His robes smell of death and rot, and his hood is tattered and burnt showing some patches of black hair sticking out of the holes. The only feature that can be seen of the man's face is his glowing yellow eyes.
"Good evening gents." He chuckles, as he sits down in a booth.

It was then that the man looked to Bob, a plain, detatched voice emerged from his gullet as he spoke. "Is this a non smoking establishment?" He asked without delay.

Bob turned to the newcomer, annoyed. "My friend, you're stinking up the establishment." A slight flourish covers the man in air fresheners, sending a sharp pine scent throughout the entire bar. Then, having dealt with the assault on his sense of smell, Bob diverts his attention to the observer, whom he promptly sets on fire. "As you may find, it is not a non-smoking establishment."

Edit:

The observer glances at the flames and chuckles at the irony. He then lights himself a cigar as his own fire overtakes Bobs'. He then takes a seat in his booth and enjoys his cigar.

AnriuSB said
The man looks to the fresheners, and then shrugs. After a small time spent walking to his booth, he sits down within it, still covered with fresheners, and begins to enjoy his coffee.

*I am pretty sure he set you on fire.*
The man growls at the fresheners.
"Couldn't you have done ones more.....unexpected? I mean, pine is lame." He says, as he slowly starts to eat the fresheners.

"I've got to go with the classics sometimes." Bob gives a small shrug, as he sets the newcomer on fire as well.

The Doctor had gone back to examining his box when the strange being named "Bob" appeared. "Oh, hello, and who are you?" He said, not really asking Bob, but mostly pondering the question himself. He walked over to Bob, and inspected him with his screwdriver. "Not human, no definitely not human... not human at all." He stated. "What are you?" He now asked, squinting intently at the stranger. "You're an odd one, and old, very old. I'd say even older than I am."

thewizardguy said
"I've got to go with the classics sometimes." Bob gives a small shrug, as he sets the newcomer on fire as well.

The man makes a noise similar to a vacume, and starts to take in air rapidly. He also seems to eat the fire, his clothing now smelling of burned silk.

AnriuSB said
Edit:The observer glances at the flames and chuckles at the irony. He then lights himself a cigar as his own fire overtakes Bobs'. He then takes a seat in his booth and enjoys his cigar.

Bob raises an eyebrow, and the flames turn to Christmas lights, turning the mage into a walking, talking christmas tree.

AreYouMyMummy said
The Doctor had gone back to examining his box when the strange being named "Bob" appeared. "Oh, hello, and who are you?" He said, not really asking Bob, but mostly pondering the question himself. He walked over to Bob, and inspected him with his screwdriver. "Not human, no definitely not human... not human at all." He stated. "What are you?" He now asked, squinting intently at the stranger. "You're an odd one, and old, very old. I'd say even older than I am."

Bob smiles at the inquisitive mortal. Even a being with as many lives as the doctor was, of course, mortal in the end. Smiling, Bob turned to the doctor, and shook his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Doctor. Tell me, how is it going with Pond?" The amusing thing was that Bob had, in fact, watched all of Doctor Who. Most characters that dropped by from a theatrical dimension had no idea that their world was, in another dimension, a movie or series.

thewizardguy said
Bob raises an eyebrow, and the flames turn to Christmas lights, turning the mage into a walking, talking christmas tree.

Angel starts chuckling "haha he's a Christmas tree!" She say smiling like a small child.