The Grand Cooperative (Round One: Waiting Room Bar & Grill)

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SpoilerNot to worry nottles~! We will be building things up as we go along, I just didn't want to keep all of you waiting! If people just want to be chosen or even just pop out into existence that works too~!

[color=#FF88888]Mediacraci raised their hands, the metal tips on their fingers glittering in the dim light of the bar. In front of them the battered laptop computer began to frazzle the dark green beer mat it was on, and the smell of burning plastic began to waft into the air.

"Well, this is different."

The bar was, in a word, ridiculous. It stretched into a vanishing point at one end, as if leading unto infinity; a tweak of perspective, on the other hand, revealed it to be a literal vanishing point for geometric beings looking to relieve themselves. While Meddi hadn't had any personal experience with the multiverse and its diverse and frankly incomprehensible living beings, the image they got from what the future agents said... well, they could take it or leave it, and frankly Meddy could stand to do a hell of a lot of leaving. The big "EXIT" sign above the main double-doors glowed comfortingly, promisingly...

"Door's closed, miss...sir...individual." The bouncer would have been confused, but let's face it, ol' brickhead here was too dumb to be confused. "And for that, individual, if the Door wasn't closed right now, I'd throw you right out of it." Crap. Thinking out loud again. Terrible habit in a spy.

There were a various grouping of peoples brought together and clustered at the bar, some of which Meddy recognized from the meeting of the towering time-beings. They settled on the closest - the cleric Lucian, perched on a stool and drinking from a honeyed tankard, grimacing all the while.

Sidling close, they waved down a bartender. "I'll have what he's having. Do you do credits? Or credit?"[/color]