THE CRISPY CRITTER BAR & GRILL (Mod-Sanctioned C/CLT)

[Homalia]

“Hi” says Elizabeth (our leader), before running to the ice cream parlour to fill up on some good ice cream

The Ice Cream Parlor looks like something out of the 1950s, with the notable exceptions that the menus are all animated and some kind of orchestral heavy metal is playing softly (insofar as heavy metal can be played softly) on the speakers. Ilia, the blue-skinned lady, is sitting on the counter with a small cup of rainbow sherbet, head bopping slightly to the music. On the far end of the room, one can see what can only be described as a titanic collection of ice-cream toppers, including sprinkles, chocolate chips, mini-brownies, and somehow croutons and bacon bits...

Noting the new arrival, she perks up. "Hello! Make yourself at home! Don't worry if we don't have what you want up front. We have literally everything. If you don't see what you want here in the front, look at the menu and just search for your preference!"

“Cool, do you have Vanilla Ice Cream?”

[Godular]

“Cool, do you have Vanilla Ice Cream?”

With a surprisingly deft motion, Ilia performed something between a backflip and a contortionist's act that placed her squarely back behind the counter. With a quick wash of her hands, she zipped over to the 'main' display. "Sure do! Have to keep the classics close, we do! How much you looking for?"

[Stuckedia]

"Hello" said Ztuk entering in. "I would like a Sprite and a kebab. If there's no Sprite, then I will go for the Pepsi."

[Godular]

"Hello" said Ztuk entering in. "I would like a Sprite and a kebab. If there's no Sprite, then I will go for the Pepsi."

Before 'If there's no Sprite' was said, a frosty glass of Sprite appeared directly in front of Ztuk. There was no fanfare or puff of displaced air, simply a slight smirk from Zodiac as he stood behind the bar.

Antares in turn called back "Twenty minutes on the Kebab. If you don't want to wait too long you can cut some bits from one of the roasting critters behind you."

[Stuckedia]

Antares in turn called back "Twenty minutes on the Kebab. If you don't want to wait too long you can cut some bits from one of the roasting critters behind you."

"I wait 20 minutes." said Ztuk, drinking his Sprite.

[Wesslavian Siganture Test]

Ugh...

I wake up in the bar.
Wha- what happened to Ram's Head?!?!

I stand up.
Diet Co...
I start getting sleepy
...ke...

[Saimum]

Otto steps in, " Hello. I require a kebab please? OH NO! HARAAAM!" Otto pulls out a flamethrower and immediateely turns to try to smash up a gambling table.

[Godular]

Otto steps in, " Hello. I require a kebab please? OH NO! HARAAAM!" Otto pulls out a flamethrower and immediateely turns to try to smash up a gambling table.

Antares replied, “Twenty min— oh…” as Otto immediately vanished without so much as a pop.

Willie-Pete didn’t even turn as he said: “I hope he enjoys Poland.”

[Stuckedia]

Ztuk finishes drinking that frosty Sprite, sitting patiently in silence, waiting for the kebab.

[THe cHadS]

Chad shows up “can I get a jack and coke with some fries.” He asks while sitting down

[Godular]

Chad shows up “can I get a jack and coke with some fries.” He asks while sitting down

The exact drink showed up on his table before he was done speaking his order, and Antares called back "Twenty minutes on the fries!"

Ztuk finishes drinking that frosty Sprite, sitting patiently in silence, waiting for the kebab.

As Ztuk put the sprite down, another glass of Sprite appeared on the table, along with the Kebab.

[Stuckedia]

Ztuk finishes drinking that frosty Sprite, sitting patiently in silence, waiting for the kebab.

As Ztuk put the sprite down, another glass of Sprite appeared on the table, along with the Kebab.

Ztuk pays for the order and he happily eats his kebab, along drinking that glass of Sprite.

[Valentine Z]

Every table and chair in the cat cafe had a menu in the form of what looked like a little touch-screen that held a search engine of various coffees and pastries. There was a listing on the home page of several common favorites, but also had a prompt for one to search for anything not featured.

At present, there were a few other folks in the room, mostly just zen'd out amidst the variety of felinity in the vicinity. Kaz was currently fiddling about with a lego set. Initial appearances suggested it was some kind of remarkably detailed pirate battle. Somehow, there were cats actually helping with his work.

Gwen looked at the menu items, still unsure of what to order, but eventually just picked a few of the selections there – the typical coffee and pastry, along with some strawberry-filled cream cake if there is one. With her order done, she looked at the others around her, few of them seem to be playing with the cats. Gwen figured she might gently go after one, in particular an orange-and-white colored cat. After all, she has a thing for orange tabbies, and she loved them so much so. At the rate that she was going and have aged, she must have gone through trillions of cats as her pets, each of them imparting a long but wholesome memory to her. “I guess this is what I really need!”

She was not intent on talking to the others, at least not for the moment. It was not so much that she is being antisocial, but rather that she did not want to be bothered and that she was simply here to relax with the cats for now.

[The Great Nevada Overlord]

Crispy Critters...?

Crispy Critters!

[Quasi-Stellar Star Civilizations]

Outside, the immediate area seemed to be composed of grass that was all the exact same length. Close examination would reveal that it had never been cut, and appeared to have all grown to the exact same height. On the other side of the path to the bar, one could easily spot several common picnic and sporting areas, the closest being tennis, basketball, and volleyball. Beyond that, the air seemed to fade into a shimmering fog. Above, the sky was a perfectly sunny day, with a bare smattering of clouds rolling across the sky, and the Sun hanging almost exactly forty-five degrees from the eastern horizon.

One strange thing though: the Sun itself was not blinding to look at.

High Prophet Ra'key blinked and gasped. This was perhaps a better approximation as to how the Afterlife looked rather than that dingy bar.
He began wandering down a path, observing the world as he went.

[Wesslavian Siganture Test]

I then wake up.

"Diet Coke."

before sitting on a chair.

[Godular]

Gwen looked at the menu items, still unsure of what to order, but eventually just picked a few of the selections there – the typical coffee and pastry, along with some strawberry-filled cream cake if there is one. With her order done, she looked at the others around her, few of them seem to be playing with the cats. Gwen figured she might gently go after one, in particular an orange-and-white colored cat. After all, she has a thing for orange tabbies, and she loved them so much so. At the rate that she was going and have aged, she must have gone through trillions of cats as her pets, each of them imparting a long but wholesome memory to her. “I guess this is what I really need!”

She was not intent on talking to the others, at least not for the moment. It was not so much that she is being antisocial, but rather that she did not want to be bothered and that she was simply here to relax with the cats for now.

There were plenty of nooks and crannies within which one could sequester themselves, though there was always at least one cat in the area. The curious thing about the cats was that none were actually lying where anybody would actively sit. Normal cat behavior was to occupy as much of a given cushion as felinely possible, yet these cats seemed content to nap on the back of a chair, or the arm of a chair, but never actually in the seat.

Such strange discipline.

High Prophet Ra'key blinked and gasped. This was perhaps a better approximation as to how the Afterlife looked rather than that dingy bar.
He began wandering down a path, observing the world as he went.

Off to the side of the building was an open-air cafe area, and included in this area were several tables at which one could find Chess boards, Go, and even various board games like Monopoly and Risk. At present there were no patrons in the area, but there was a door inside that had a big neon cat over it, and there was one person at one of the game tables attempting to construct a fantasy castle out of Mahjongg pieces. Somehow, cats were assisting him in the endeavor.

I then wake up.

"Diet Coke."

before sitting on a chair.

At some point when his attention was diverted more towards sitting in the chair than looking at the table next to him, a tall frosty glass of Diet Coke appeared, still fizzing.

[Emus Republic Of Australia]

OOC: I’ve read through the starting/main page post, so is this just Rams Head Saloon combined with arsonists and weird entities?

[The Caleshan Valkyrie]

OOC: I’ve read through the starting/main page post, so is this just Rams Head Saloon combined with arsonists and weird entities?

Pretty much, and hopefully just a smidge of mystery and eldritch horror. If you’re gonna ask why we did away with the saloon, it largely comes down to some new initiatives and a desire for a change of scenery.

[Dokato]

The leader of Dokato walks into the bar, seemingly pondering about the things he had discovered down in his caves. They were totem poles, and people believed that there were people before the Dokatoans. He sighs, sitting down on a stool near the counter. Were there really early Dokatoans? And if so, what happened to them? He orders a beer. No flavor, no variety, just a regular beer. He can tell someone is behind him, waiting for him to get his attention. He does not have time for this person.
As his order is placed in front of him, he starts to have a flashback. They were in an unnecessary tension between the nation of the Brasilistans. Every single decision they made was brought down by more demands of violence or kidnappings of their fellow population. Their most recent decision did give them some ground, but he didn’t know how long it would last.
As he took his drink, a person sat down next to him.

[Galmat]

Sharos Jinbor II slowly opens his eyes, finding himself once again in an odd situation. The ambient noise of the Crispy Critter Bar and Grill surrounds him, and the holographic nametag above his head flickers into view. He blinks in confusion, trying to gather his bearings.

Sharos Jinbor II: Where am I? This is not the Celestial Palace. Don't tell me I am lost once more! That other place was bad enough!
He glances around, taking in the lively atmosphere.

Sharos Jinbor II: By Fazophet and his holy Lord Izhari! There must be someone around who can provide a good answer for why I am here!

Sharos in a slight panicked daze looks around for somebody to provide an explanation and help

[Dokato]

Sharos Jinbor II slowly opens his eyes, finding himself once again in an odd situation. The ambient noise of the Crispy Critter Bar and Grill surrounds him, and the holographic nametag above his head flickers into view. He blinks in confusion, trying to gather his bearings.

Sharos Jinbor II: Where am I? This is not the Celestial Palace. Don't tell me I am lost once more! That other place was bad enough!
He glances around, taking in the lively atmosphere.

Sharos Jinbor II: By Fazophet and his holy Lord Izhari! There must be someone around who can provide a good answer for why I am here!

Sharos in a slight panicked daze looks around for somebody to provide an explanation and help

He watches as this person who seemed to fizz into existence sit by next to him. He recognizes this person as Sharos Jinbor II, in which he assumes the name is too long for him to say. “Welcome to the Crispy Critter Bar and Grill.” He greets half-heartedly, sighing, then turning toward the counter. “Can I get another beer?” Suddenly, before he could even say his sentence, a giant cup of regular beer slides right in front of him, this time higher than the one before.
Sharos seems lost, and confused on where he is. “Trust me, I do not know how I got here, but I know why I’m here.” He says understandingly. “I mean, this was once a lively place with random things happening. Now it’s just here, all alone. Well, except for the two of us, but still.” He is still confused, except now he seems more frustrated than he was confused.
Suddenly, he watches as Sharos stomps off and sits in a booth, facing away from him. He wonders what he had caused for him to feel that way. Perhaps the lack of information? Either way, the Dokatoan leader grabbed his mug and started to drink away his woes.

[Socalist Republic Of Mercenaries]

A dark-gray Sergal, wearing a Stratusian Ground Forces uniform enters the bar. His uniform is on in a very disheveled manner, and the aiguillette is haphazardly hanging from the armored chestplate.

A Ritterkreuz hangs from his unruly collars in place of the tie. He has obviously seen some combat before.

He sits down, as his tail, a mix of feathers and fur, flicks around aimlessly. He waves down Zodiac to get his attention.

"Yo, Bartender! Haben Sie Schnapps?"

[Diaboland]

There's a woman in the corner of the Crispy Critter casually chatting with...someone. Or something. Her voice has a dark, almost angry quality to it even when she laughs and smiles. There's something about her outfit that rings familiar. Wait, that's it! She's dressed like The Scout from the game Team Fortress 2. Explains the baseball bat in the corner. Doesn't explain the strange red marks and words all over her body though.

She is indeed talking with several people, if you want to throw that term around all willy-nilly. There's a gothic-styled cowboy with a skull half mask, a button-eyed woman quietly sewing, and a red skeleton in fashionable velvet clothing.

The other people are gone now.
And they're back.

It's like they're flickering.
Like they aren't real.

[Galmat]

Sharos Jinbor II slowly opens his eyes, finding himself once again in an odd situation. The ambient noise of the Crispy Critter Bar and Grill surrounds him, and the holographic nametag above his head flickers into view. He blinks in confusion, trying to gather his bearings.

Sharos Jinbor II: Where am I? This is not the Celestial Palace. Don't tell me I am lost once more! That other place was bad enough!
He glances around, taking in the lively atmosphere.

Sharos Jinbor II: By Fazophet and his holy Lord Izhari! There must be someone around who can provide a good answer for why I am here!

Sharos in a slight panicked daze looks around for somebody to provide an explanation and help

He watches as this person who seemed to fizz into existence sit by next to him. He recognizes this person as Sharos Jinbor II, in which he assumes the name is too long for him to say. “Welcome to the Crispy Critter Bar and Grill.” He greets half-heartedly, sighing, then turning toward the counter. “Can I get another beer?” Suddenly, before he could even say his sentence, a giant cup of regular beer slides right in front of him, this time higher than the one before.
Sharos seems lost, and confused on where he is. “Trust me, I do not know how I got here, but I know why I’m here.” He says understandingly. “I mean, this was once a lively place with random things happening. Now it’s just here, all alone. Well, except for the two of us, but still.” He is still confused, except now he seems more frustrated than he was confused.
Suddenly, he watches as Sharos stomps off and sits in a booth, facing away from him. He wonders what he had caused for him to feel that way. Perhaps the lack of information? Either way, the Dokatoan leader grabbed his mug and started to drink away his woes.

Sharos is seated in the booth, thinking deeply, still slightly dazed by the current circumstances.

"Hm, that figure provided nothing but nonsense! What is a grill? Or a critter? I know none of these words! Unless..." It seemed something had clicked inside the mind of Sharos. He thought back to his court mage Hixian when Hixian discussed other worlds besides Avarmon. Could this be a crossroads of multiple worlds? Sharos mustered up the courage in that moment to approach Dokatoan leader.

"Apologies, my friend. Honestly, at first glance, I found your words quite unhelpful. Of course, by the graces of Izharama, it seems now I understand what you mean. I must have willed myself by accident to a place that stands at the ends of all sorts of worlds. Oh, and excuse me, I have forgotten to give an introduction. I am Sharos, Sharos Jinbor the II of the Holiest Empire of all, her beauty Galmat." Sharos gives a toothy grin, his scaly tail wagging slowly, and his sharp claws laying gently on the bar counter. Sharos turns to the side, facing towards the bartender. "Do you happen to be able to make any drinks? I am feeling quite adventurous!" Sharos talks to the Dokatoan leader once more. "And you might be?"