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[IamanElfCollaborator]

((The latter. Pretty easy when you select Richard's, Wikus' or Yukari's, hard when it's Daeron, Alith or Gaston.

Or for that matter, anyone who isn't either from a real world-based universe, Perplexicon, Pantheon, RotMG- basically anyone who isn't from a real game or B12 forum game. Or for that matter, from a world essentially reality unless noted.))
"The hell are dwarves from WoW-oh right."

[Vgray]

"I think it's the skin. Blueish or black skin as opposed to the pale skin normal Dwarves would have."

[Empiricist]

((Yeah, it's mainly Pantheon and whatnot I'll have trouble with since ones such as WoW have their own wikis to use.))
"Hmm... how odd... people in my world are rather sensitive when referring to other races let alone their own, especially skin color. I suppose that's another difference between our worlds."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

((Well, Pantheon and that have threads, so it's possibly only some of my characters you'll have trouble with.))
Fuuka sort of just sits in a corner, confused by all the new people.

[Vgray]

The Dwarves grumble slightly and go off to find a tavern.

A zeppelin appears in the sky.

"Happy day. Goblins."

The zeppelin dips suddenly and moves toward the café.

[Empiricist]

"A lot of people seem to be popping up today. I wonder if it's regular or has some sort of pattern..."
Silica approaches Fuuka. "Try not to get too startled, large groups of people occasionally appear here so it's a semi-regular occurrence really."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"I'll say."
Richard slaps a large neon sign onto the window saying "WE HAVE NO ALCOHOL HERE".
"I-I have no idea what to do here..."

[Empiricist]

"Very few of us do. I guess it's quite difficult, finding a path to take in life. Possibly harder even than taking that path. What can you do? What were you planning a career in?"

[Vgray]

The Zeppelin almost scrapes the roof the café.

A ladder is thrown down and a fancily dressed goblin captain comes out.

"Greetings strange people. Would you happen to know where we are? My navigator doesn't recognize any landmarks around here."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"I was planning on working as an illustrator for a cartoon."
"Welcome to Nowhere, Middle Of. Leave your sanity at the door."

[Empiricist]

"This realm is not of any world nor any people, rather it is of those displaced into it."
"Well, there shouldn't be anything stopping you from pursuing that here, there are cities and probably internet as well."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"...I meant I had no idea of where I am, where we are."

[Empiricist]

"That is simple. A world that through some unknown means, transports people in from other worlds. Could be worse. Believe me, I was in a less pleasant world that operated in a similar way."

[Vgray]

Nelkathar circles around the arena.

"You don't say. Sounds like an opportunity for profit. From the sound of things, we won't be delivering this batch of grog to Orgrimmar anyway."

[Empiricist]

"Well, there were a bunch of Dark Irons here a few minutes ago, you may be able to sell to them."