Upon exiting the portal and observing their surroundings, they would notice many things, namely the aftermath of what had to have been one hell of a party. It was quite obvious much debauchery and shenanigans had taken place. There were people of all shapes and sizes, many species and cultures, human, demon, elf and so on, littering the lawn, passed out drunk. Party streamers everywhere. Many of the windows on the lower floors were broken. But that was just the tip of the iceberg.
Near the side of the building was a smoldering cthulhu carcass semi-dug up from the ground in mimicry of a Hawaiian pig roast. Carved up slices of meat on plates, banana leaves, poi, etc., on a table. From the front door of the lobby, for reason one cannot even begin to fathom, a river of vaseline was pouring out, coming from an unseen source. Vanishing around the corner of the building was a conga line of Branriech spec ops troops, still lead by Cuban Pete.
Chi (the chibi) had led a chorus of drunken succubi around the house Christmas caroling and they ended up in the lobby. They were passed out on the floor, and Chi was strapped to a donkey pinata hanging from the ceiling.
Hanging from one window upside down by one of her legs was Arcad, wearing nothing but her underwear and a chicken mask and with a severed zebra head taped to her back.
Off to the other side of the building, Giovenith was sitting in the lap of a rather creepy cartoon bear who had a look in his eyes that suggested that he shouldn't be allowed anywhere near small children. Giovenith was apparently unaware of this and was discussing many things with him.
Naomi had played "doctor" with Herr Doktor and lost the game. Her splayed out form rested on a table in a rather drunken unconscious state surrounded by empty bottles of Jägermeister and with a bunch of weird dental tools and surgical instruments scattered around her, in a way that suggested the shape of a pentagram around her body. She was wearing surgical masks for a bra and (since there weren't any paper gowns) an entire roll of paper towels for a skirt.
Over her drunken form was Herr Doktor and Totenkopf, bereft of their headgear and each possessing a rather large mug of beer. They were drunk out of their minds and singing a
German drinking song. Naomi was mumbling along to the song in her sleep.
Right in front of the group were Swith and Bones. Swith was sitting in a lawn chair . She was surrounded by 13 melty plastic pink flamingos (henway deterrent) and wearing nothing but a pristine white midriff tee shirt printed with "
Zalgofest '12", a leather mico-mini, black and white striped knee high stockings, and Bran's combat boots. Her feet were propped up on the skulls of some of Dab's terminators, wreckage from his fight with Dani, and she had a leather bull whip across her lap. In her hand were some chains, the other ends of which were connected to some collars attached to some succubi that were lying at her feet.
Bones was sitting on a stool next to her, sipping from one of those pineapple drinks with the little tiki umbrella. He was also bereft of his usual headgear, and instead wearing (broken) sunglasses, a Cat in the Hat hat, and had glowsticks around his neck and wrists. He had some chains connected to some other succubi' collars, and even had an imp-like girl strapped right to his back. He was seemingly unaware of them. He was grinning from ear to ear, and probably drunk and/or on some kind of drug. He looked at the returning group.
"Did you guys have a pleasant trip?"