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TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@Alisdragon911@Azereiah@Pineappletumble@Kurisu Shiruba
Things were starting to make a little sense. Apparently this tavern simply travels through dimensions without rhyme or reason. Doorman must have stumbled into it by pure chance... probably. He took a quick glance around the room, patrons looked like they wanted drinks and he was holding them up. He just had one more important question to ask the barmaid.
“Is it possible to get back to my dimension?”

Before Doorman had a chance to get a response a blinding light hit him like a flash-bang. Recoiling, his hands instinctively go to cover his eyes in an fruitless attempt to help. When his sight finally returned to normal he sees a... witch? Well she had a witche's hat, what else could she be, apart from not very happy to be here. She was surrounded by luggage and, what Doorman assumed was a familiar of some kind. While his brain was still processing this, The front door to the tavern opened. Standing there taking in the scenery was a light haired person in some kind of ninja getup.
“Well, this is one hell of a day.” The far too sober cowboy says to himself.

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@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?”

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@Pineappletumble
Thoughts blurred through Doorman's head, where am I, can I get back, does it always look that bad, god I hate magic. All of this was thoroughly out of his comfort zone. He needed a drink, bad, and suddenly found himself with two. Knocking back both drinks, he starts slowing walking. Nowhere in particular, just walking. Passing his blue friend, who seemed intent on standing in the middle of the room, he picked him up by the scruff of his jacket, and placed him on a bar stool. Then he turned towards the hallways, and continued his walk. He’d figure out what he was looking for later. Right now, it just seemed like the right thing to do.

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@Pineappletumble@Alisdragon911
Since Doorman had found Tic, there had been an uncharacteristically big grin plastered on his face. Upon hearing the words “-any time… any dimension that the Tavern chooses.” the happy expression he spouted begun to fade. Doorman wasn’t the best at reading people but he had a knack for liars, and the Bartender's face was sincere. Looking around again, Doorman took in the scenery, properly this time, patrons clothing ranged from medieval outfits, clothing that was at least 60 years out of date, and fabric that he had never seen before. The wood furnishings looked hand carved, immaculately so, but still clearly not printed. Taking one last look at his phone and it’s lack of connection, he stood up, turned, and quickly walked towards the door. He’d sort this out, one way or another. Swinging the door open with unnecessary force he was met by a chilling sight.

Doorman stared at a coastline of mingled mud and ooze, and weedy Cyclopean masonry. Vast loathsome shapes seeped down from the dark stars, congealing into slimy green vaults below the water's surface. From the waters emerged a single mountain-top, the hideous monolith-crowned citadel whereon only the most abominable must sit. The cosmic majesty of this dripping babylon of elder daemons must have been without guidance of any sane being. He was in awe at the unbelievable size of the greenish stone blocks, at the dizzying height of the great carven monolith, and at the stupefying identity of the colossal statues of some eldritch being. The geometry of the dream-like place he saw was abnormal, non-Euclidean, and loathsomely redolent of spheres and dimensions apart from our own.

Quickly closing the door Doorman pushes his weight against it and turns to the room, eyes wide and panting slightly.He took a few moments to collect his thoughts before asking the most prevalent question in his mind.

“What is this place!?”

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@Pineappletumble@Alisdragon911
A puzzled look came across Doorman's face. There wasn’t a hint of mockery in Tic’s voice, if he didn’t know better he’d assume the young pixie was honestly believed they were in Melbourne.

A glass appears next to Doorman, he picks it up and gives a thanking nod towards the Elf who served him. Pulling out his commlink Doorman checked his location, just a precaution.
“No Signal Found” Read the phone. This was odd. Unless this place was a giant faraday cage he should be getting at least some signal, he was in the heart of Seattle after all. But why was Tic here then? He had shown no interest in moving, and he seems to damn sure of himself. Thoughts begun shooting through Doorman's mind, chief among them being. Magic.

He turned to the girl tending the bar.
“Hey, this may seem stupid but, where are we?”

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@Pineappletumble
Doorman laughed off Tic's comment. The little guy had always been a bit silly, and he figured this was just a joke he didn't get.

"Surprised to see you in a bar, rather then on the street outside, slowly bleeding out." Doorman laughed at his own joke, and looked the pixie over.
"You're looking good, well except for the clothes. You really need a new jacket, half a dozen holes is quite enough." He smirked, his own jacket was
in much poorer shape then Tic's, but that's the way he liked it.

"You keeping busy? Still running with Walker?" Doorman was genuinely curious, it'd been a while since he had checked in on the Melbourne scene.
A lot can change in only a few years.

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@Pineappletumble@Dark Light
Dorian’s tone hit Doorman before his words did. It was that distant and almost condescending manner that he hated about corporate men. He had to force himself to keep a relatively neutral expression.

“Yeah he’s breathing, completely out of it last time I saw him though. Figured he could use some medical help, you dont scream that loud then pass out if you’re right as rain.” Shrugging, Doorman started back towards the bar. He’d given it a fair shot, now it was time for his reward.

“Anyway, it’s not like this is my problem.” Doorman he says, still facing away from the suit more in an attempt to remind himself than anything.

As the main room came into focus Doorman's eyes were drawn to a oddly familiar sight. Sitting at the bar, bright blue, was an old colleague.
“Tic, is that you?” There was no denying it, pixies were rare enough in cities, let alone one with that distinctive blue tone. “It’s been years! What are you doing in Seattle big guy?” He tried to keep the tone as sincere as possible, he knew Tic had a thing about his height. Taking the seat next to the pixie doorman gave him a big slap on the back, a wide grin stretched across his face.

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@Dark Light@Alisdragon911
As soon as the question left his mouth, he noticed the elf he passed earlier was now tending the bar. He kicked himself, always ask the bartender first, they know everything. Unsurprisingly the elf, who was a bit fancily dressed for a barmaid, looked at him and replied. “Dorian is at a table in the back, he is the one in the fancy suit drinking fancy wine.”

With a quick smile and a nod doorman started walking towards the back. Almost kicking himself again he turned back towards the bar.

“Oh and could I get a bourbon? Whatever you’ve got is fine.” With a drink finally on the way, and a description in his pocket, he makes his way towards the rear of the bar.

It didn’t take long to find Dorian. By himself with a bottle of wine on ice, and a notebook sitting on the table. This Dorian seemed to carry himself in an almost regal manner, and wore clothing that could only be described as ostentatious. Doorman had dealt with these kinds of people before, but had never been fond of prolonged conversations with them. Doorman assumed he was most likely a corporate investor or possibly the owner, giving the place a quick check-up. It was the odd intensity that exuded from this man that made doorman's uneasiness only grow.

Approaching the table Doorman noticed Dorian was in deep thought. So he gave a quick whistle to try to gain the man's attention.
“Hey, you Dorian? The man who screamed earlier, he’s upstairs and I heard you might know someone who could help.” Doorman was hoping he wouldn’t have to rely on his own contacts, they were rather rude, not to mention expensive. He’d rather only call on them for a more... personal, emergency.

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@Billsomething@Dark Light@Alisdragon911@timelord1101
Doorman was quite experienced at carrying bodies, he’d had to do it more times than he could count. But there was a strange uneasiness in his gut. Whether it was this oddly inviting tavern, or the presence of this man he couldn’t be sure.

The woman he was helping seemed very comfortable in this place, navigating the halls with an ease that comes from raw experience. Her relatively calm demeanor with this situation was reassuring, she'd be able to deal with all this, and he could return to the bar for a much needed drink. After the two of them placed the body down onto the bed, the white haired girl turned to Doorman.
"'Ere is good. Do ya mind goin' downstairs and finding the Doc? His name is Dr. Alobe. If ya can't find him, ask Dorian. He can help."

“Sure, I guess. Least I can do.” Doorman didn’t want to admit it, but he was slightly enjoying this. The thrill of the unknown, a goal to fulfill that was more than just drinking or a simple break-in. There was no violence here, he did not feel like his life was in danger, yet his heart was beating just that tiny bit faster.

Doorman leaves the room, passing a young boy with a sword and a strange elf, on his way to the staircase down. He reaches the bottom and realizes. ‘What the hell is this Dr. Alobe meant to look like, Or that Dorian for a matter of fact?’ Scanning the room briefly none of the patrons looked particularly ‘doctor-y’. Doorman figures he’ll save some time and just ask.

“Hey, I’m looking for a Dr. Alobe, or a Dorian. Anyone who has some medical knowledge really.” Doorman loudly and brashly asks to the room at large.

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@Mimic@timelord1101
Doorman had begun taking in the odd flavour of the bar he found himself in. An interestingly authentic take on a old styled tavern, he thought. The warm fireplace and novel decour seemed to melt much of his stress away, so he shifted his posture on the stool and begun reading over the menu. The patrons had an odd look to them, an eerie feeling of distance he hadn’t experienced before. His pondering was interrupted by a loud scream which pierced his thoughts like knife.
Almost falling out of his chair from surprise, Doorman quickly righted himself. He turned to face the noise, his hand instinctively moving closer to his hip. In front of him lay a man, who he could swear was not there a second ago, in the arms of the white haired woman. Still shocked at the sudden noise and… person, Doorman could do little but stare until-

"Oi, Cowboy. Yea, you with the getup. Help me carry em upstairs." A thick Scottish accent jump-started his brain. His body, rusty from a few years of the slow life, took a painfully long time to get him out of his seat and into action.

“Who i- you know what, I don’t want to know.” Doorman moved to the, rather impressively fit, man’s legs. He nodded towards the, presumably Scottish, woman and together they lifted the mysterious figure.
Touching him left an oddly strange sensation, almost like a tingling where skin made contact, but that quickly faded as the group made it’s way towards the staircase.

“Is there a spare room or something we can put him in? Any docs in this place?” He said, still very much ignorant of his current surroundings and situation.