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[Playergamer]

"...Wait a minute. Any of you fellas know how I can get back to my universe?"

The soldier has perked up a little bit, and has, for some reason, pulled out his pistol, disassembling it and reassembling it.

[blazing glory]

"...Wait a minute. Any of you fellas know how I can get back to my universe?"

The soldier has perked up a little bit, and has, for some reason, pulled out his pistol, disassembling it and reassembling it.

"*Shrug* think it's possible,all kinds of weird stuff might happen since your dead in it though."

[Playergamer]

"...I might not be dead...it's unlikely, but it might just...maybe..."

[blazing glory]

"...I might not be dead...it's unlikely, but it might just...maybe..."

"Your the one with your intestines blasted to pieces but don't let me stop you."

[Playergamer]

"Lungs, not intestines, and still. Do you know a way out of this bloody place? No offense barkeep."

[Zanzetkuken The Great]

"Lungs, not intestines, and still. Do you know a way out of this bloody place? No offense barkeep."

The barkeep replied in monotone, likely having heard this several times before.  "Same way you came in.  But if you are dead, you won't be able to go through to the universe you came from.  You will be redirected to its afterlife."

[Playergamer]

"Thanks, barkeep. I'll be going then, but before I go, could you give me a bottle of scotch, barkeep?"

The barkeep hands the soldier a bottle of scotch, and the soldier drops off a handful of coins, and, steeling himself, he walks through the door. His last words?

"Hey, barkeep, if you get a chance, come around to Liverpool. Beautiful place."

(("Tom" has left the bar. I may bring him back in, or bring another character through. Stay tuned.))

[Zanzetkuken The Great]

With the lull in conversations growing in length, the Barkeep points to one platform on one side of the room.  "I believe the Greeter forgot to tell all of you realize that the structure over there takes you to an very large empty plain or replicated location from a universe where you may replicate various objects from existing universes to manipulate to your enjoyment."

[kj1225]

Kyle shrugs and over to it.

[BlitzDungeoneer]

D also goes over to it.
"Interesting... So I could potentially make anything? Hmm..."

[Kassire]

A sort of meld of a squid and Human walks into the bar, his body a blueish-green. With three tentacles at the back of his head black and red labcoat and jumpsuit. A belt of the same color with various tools covered in oil and what seems to be traces of blood. He has a welding mask just barely pushed out of his eyes. Sighing he reaches into the satchel of the same color of the rest of his attire and pulls out a PDA. After looking at it and muttering something he sits down at the bar table looking at everything in pure hatred.
"Where the FUCK am I?" Looking at the people around him he pulls out a cigar, and lights it with a black and red lighter. Now an ID on his jumpsuit is visible, however only a part of it is shown with the rest covered by his labcoat. It reads "Brayein Graye: Assignment: Roboticist"

[kj1225]

Kyle bugs out through the device after that... display.

[BlitzDungeoneer]

"...what the hell are you?"
D stares at the odd creature.

[Kassire]

The squid man thing looks over at the purple ball thing and takes a puff of his cigar
"The xeno-phobic tendencies are usually reserved to Unathi but... I'm what is known as a "Skrellian", not sure if a creature of your type would understand, I seem to be the only one in here. And this isn't in space, is it?"
Taking another puff of his cigar the man looks back at the Purple ball creature
"Apologies, never told you my name, they know my as Brayein Graye, not quite a the name that one of the Skrell has but... Happens when your raised in Sol, adopted by humans" 

[BlitzDungeoneer]

"Huh. Wait, did you just accuse me of xenophobia? Whatever. You're in the Tavern outside the Omniverse."