Fantasy Dons Pan-Dimensional Diner [reboot]

[MrMopp]

*Kia pulls out the first black card and begins reading it aloud when suddenly her citole case burst open, balls spilling everywhere along with her pockets, her money and citole parts randomly distribute themselves around the table, in mostly weird but not uncomfortable places* (she has approximately 20 dollars in 5s and 1s, her citole is in 8 pieces: pegs, sound board, the body broke down the center so that's two, strings and the neck)....."does anyone want to switch tables?"

Greycoat of course didn't take long to locate the source of his newfound distorted vision and brushed the Cats glasses off of his face ( CrimsonEclipse ). But when he turned and saw his precious golf ball collection bubbling out of Lady Kia's pockets and cases like popcorn from a kettle, he let out a horrified "YIEP!" His babies! He frantically began gathering the balls towards him like a mother hen where they each disappeared into the fluff of his tail. (This is how he gets stuff into his extradimensional storage space. Once he's got something concealed from view, it disappears.)

After knocking over about a dozen stools, Dosey finally crashed into the table where the talking dogs had been sitting, sending everything on the table, along with the table itself, flying.

Graceful as fuck.​

Now that she's collapsed on the floor under a pile of poker-related paraphernalia and is no longer running around and causing chaos (and screaming, and crying, etc), it's (relatively) quieter, so the shrunken head's singing might be audible. [I have no idea how loud it's supposed to be.]

Forgot to mention, the dog on her back was probably launched off in the collision. Unless he made a reflex save or something.

Yeah, it had all been pretty funny. Rattler seemed to be shooting for World Cup Bronco Riding, hanging onto Doseys mane with one hand while showily throwing the other out with a ridiculous ear-to-ear grin. He was having the ride of his life that- five low table ledges later- he wasn't going to remember much about.

Rattlers estatic crowd, all of them country boys who practically worshiped this level of sportsmanship, revelled jubilantly in his - er, slightly braindead- tenacity, getting more and more worked up by the second (Hearding Dogs + Cowboys + Crazy Bullrider = 10 seconds till the joyful waterworks start). But the row of smiling faces did a complete 180 when they realized their own dog-and-pony show was coming right at them, and while for this one squeaky little pup was chanting "Donkey! Donkey! Donkey" everyone else- especially this sheepdog with a delicately built card house- were singing a different tune. "NONONONONONOTURNITAROUNDRATTLERSTOPWHATAREYOUDOINGAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

CRASH!

I want you to imagine this all in slow mo: Screaming dogs leaping to the sides at the last moment. Toungues flapping. Drool flying. Grabbing smaller pack members by their overall straps as they run. While an insane pony, and equally insain rider, crash into the table, flipping it over. Playing cards, poker-chips, BBQ ribs and drinking bowls fly. And the only dog left behind, a puppy standing smack in the middle of the bench, throws little his arms out in impossible happiness as his Smiley-Face pancake comes to greet him.

The proverbial dust settled. The scattered band of Dogs and every other bystanding customer peaked out from their baricades to look at the wreckage of the poker table. A massive mess and a squealing puppy/pancake hybrid on one end, and on the other, the back half of a ponny sticking out from under a plaid tablecloth.

But then finally, the hero arises! Rattler, bruised, bloodied, eye swollen and missing a tooth, threw off the tablecloth and staggered to his feet.

He looked around and saw mayham around him. All the turned tables and chairs and other chaos he presumed to have unleashed in his wake.

He looked down at the wild pony he had just ridden, lying stunned at his feet,

He looked at the horrible, singing head he was holding by the hair for some reason.

Oh yeah. Big ego boost.

Rattler then turned to his comrades with a dizzy swagger and a derandged grin, held the head in the air and proclaimed in a horse voice "I. ROCK." before falling on his face from sheer glory and brain trauma.

There was a long, reverent silence, before some big, insensitive old mastiff grumbled, "Welp. That concludes poker."

(After that, most of the pack went to check up on/ ramble excitedly about/ laugh at their fallen brother, who was craddling his ugly, operatic trophy and mumbling something thing about his "victory song" and "toooootaly gonna put it on a plaque." The aforementioned grumbling mastiff however- he was a Great Pyrenees and his name was Ferris- went over to investigate the pony. He put a huge, white paw on her back, ready to pin her down if she tried to dash about again, and gave her a gentle nudge. "Y'dead, critter?")

 

[Sara Sidereal]

The little pony was still breathing. After some time, she finally stirred, her head just barely perceptibly lifting from the ground.

"Mmrrgghh."

She continued to lay on the floor for a while. It was safe down there. The floor didn't move.

How many concussions in one day is she up to now? Three? Four? She's probably fine.

 

[MrMopp]

Ferris frowned sympatheticly. "Hectic morning huh?"

The sticky pup on the bench was gleefully gnawing on the pancake that had hit him, which was bigger than him.

 

[Raku]

Mariq Xen'iith
Mariq could tell this woman wasn't buying what he said. It was true that Solaira actually enjoyed being under the rule of his family. He was quite surprised when she had somehow manipulated the water in a way that made it float mid-air. There were magi back in Solaira that could perform the same stunts. On Mariq's home planet there were two rivaling countries, Solaira and Fuerin. They were always in conflict with each other, so no, he was not liked by the whole world. "We are at war with the rest of the world. We've attempted peace treaties before but none have worked. So to effectively answer your question, no, the rest of the world is my enemy" he answered. His hand went beneath his lower jaw and the other onto the bar as he started thinking about how long Solaira and Fuerin have been fighting.​

WordArtist Calcifus

 

[WordArtist]

"We are at war with the rest of the world. We've attempted peace treaties before but none have worked. So to effectively answer your question, no, the rest of the world is my enemy"

Tsuna gave an almost-imperceptible huff at his response. "Well, at least you're honest," she admitted, though the disdain hadn't left her voice. "I'm sure the people who are burning my forest, who killed my husband, and who are trying to kill myself and my kids are perfectly happy with their prince, too." Turning in her chair, she arched back against the bar until her head was hanging backward over it and the orb of water floated above her lips. She sipped at it idly for a moment before finally saying, "Too bad -our- prince is such a passive, peaceful creature. If he'd actually let us fight instead of running and hiding, we'd wipe them out." She paused and glanced at Mariq. "I'm assuming the rest of the world fights back where you're from."

 

[fuil]

Tod went over and picked up the singing head. "Theres my head." He the proceeded to put the head in his pocket. "Well at least all the bumping didn't setoff the self destruct." He the looked at the pony and poked her with a foot. "You ok miss?"
Sara Sidereal

 

[Sara Sidereal]

The pony groaned and remained prostrate.

"But Princess Celestia, alligators can't go to school... zzzsnrk"

 

[MrMopp]

Tod went over and picked up the singing head.

Sure, once he pried it from Rattlers paws. "Heeeyyyyy." he whined from where he lay, reaching up feebly for precious trophy. "Thats myyyyyy head!"

"Theres my head."

"Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine!"

"Well at least all the bumping didn't setoff the self destruct."

Ferris slowly looked up at Tod, brow arching quizzically with a pinch of alarm. "The head blows up?"

Rattler was slowly clawing his way towards Tod's ankles. "Mineminemineminemine..."

Ferris put his foot on Rattlers back. "Give up, Rattler. You don't want it."

"SO want it." Rattler grumbled. "Throw it at tax collectors or something.... threaten the neighbors.... blow someone's outhouse"

"Hell no, Rattler."

 

[fuil]

Tod looked at the guy keeping the small dog away. "Yes it blows up." He then took a sip of the whiskey in his hand. "Your friend going to be okay he took quite a few bonks?" He looked over the beat up pony and dog. "Wish I could help but my magic is the opposite of healing." He said as he poked the pony again with his toe.

 

[MrMopp]

He then took a sip of the whiskey in his hand. "Your friend going to be okay he took quite a few bonks?"

"Your MOM took quite a few bonks." Rattler retorted.

He looked over the beat up pony and dog. "Wish I could help but my magic is the opposite of healing." He said as he poked the pony again with his toe.

Rattler was still snickering at his own joke. "Heh-eh. 'Bonks'. Your mom got booooonked!"

Ferris shook his head wearily like and embarrassed parent. "well, there ain't no brain collateral here, anyway." He assured Tod. "That much can be certain." He dipped his nose down to the pony mumbling her position on alligator education. "Ain't so sure bout miss Hell-on-Hooves, though. She drink something?"

(Low on brain power today)

 

[Vagabond Spectre]

"Anett" was rather tired after everything that have happened today. The amoeba loli started to tilt around in her seat trying to keep herself awake. It wasn't a matter of time before she fell asleep. Good thing she landed on her gifted teddy bear. Some of her pretty pink dress cloth was touching the floor. She was sleeping on top of the bear.

 

[fuil]

Tod nodded and ignored the little dog. "We'll she drunk some hot cocoa and thats it I think." He finished off his drink and saw Anett fall asleep. He sighed as he looked over at Don. "You got a place for her to sleep." He pointed at Anett and the teddy bear picked her up and carried her over to Tod.
MrMopp Vagabond Spectre

 

[Vagabond Spectre]

"Anett" was drooling what it seems to be slightly radioactive saliva/slime substance in her mouth. The saliva thing was drooping on the bear as she was being carried lightly. If one places their ear closer to "Anett" She can be heard gently "snoring" although it also sound like she is snoring while gargling water.

 

[Raku]

Mariq Xen'iith
Mariq took on a little less offended attitude as the nymph "complemented" him on his honesty. What she spoke of was what Mariq despised. A leader that does not let their people defend themselves. If you are under attack you must retaliate, not stand to the side while your lands are being overrun by the enemy. Solaira and Fuerin armies are fierce, but they have morals. No burning, no striking civilians, soldiers can only engage soldiers. "Anyone is free to be a soldier in Solaira's or Fuerin's armies. They must go through training, but they will still fight. So yes, the rest of the world fights, but we fight back" he said, becoming more intense towards the end. ​

WordArtist
Sorry for the delay

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[Calcifus]

Well, Ward was going to say something, but his attention had been completely seized by the sudden rodeo earlier. Even after it ended just as suddenly, his attention was seized again by how that odd woman was just levitating water like it was nothing. Needless to say, it wasn't long before he completely lost focus of what Mariq and that stranger were talking about. He was just holding the root pop bottle in his hands, having long finished drinking it. Maybe he could use it as target practice later.

It wasn't until Mariq said something else that Ward realized he'd lost track of the conversation. "Anyone can join, eh? Minus the whole fightin' part, it sounds a lot like the ol' Terrene Protectorate..." A crackly sigh escaped him as he said that last part.

(Writer's Block defeated!)
WordArtist Raku

 

[WordArtist]

"Anyone is free to be a soldier in Solaira's or Fuerin's armies. They must go through training, but they will still fight. So yes, the rest of the world fights, but we fight back" he said, becoming more intense towards the end.

Tsuna glanced at Mariq briefly before nodding, her dislike for him somewhat reduced by his passion. Maybe not all royalty were negligent or ignorant after all. "Where I come from, attacking a mundane is grounds for execution." She didn't explain what a 'mundane' was. "At least you let your people defend themselves." She turned her attention to a specific window on the far wall. She'd long ago picked out the one that showed her own world. It was a good way to keep tabs on what was happening while she was away, although she unfortunately couldn't decide what area of her world it displayed. If she'd had her druthers, it would display her forest all the time.

It wasn't until Mariq said something else that Ward realized he'd lost track of the conversation. "Anyone can join, eh? Minus the whole fightin' part, it sounds a lot like the ol' Terrene Protectorate..." A crackly sigh escaped him as he said that last part.

Tsuna arched an eyebrow at the term. "Terrene Protectorate?" she queried, curious about what sort of organization would let anyone in. Her world was entirely cliquish - family units sticking together, friends making tight circles, and races certainly never blending. That's what all the fires and murders were all about, after all: a race war.

 

[Calcifus]

Tsuna arched an eyebrow at the term. "Terrene Protectorate?" she queried, curious about what sort of organization would let anyone in. Her world was entirely cliquish - family units sticking together, friends making tight circles, and races certainly never blending. That's what all the fires and murders were all about, after all: a race war.

"Yeah, it was really somethin'," Ward replied, although his voice had lost some of it's cheerfulness. "Pirates, natural disasters, wars...there's all sorts of nasty stuff happenin' in the universe. The Terrene Protectorate was meant to, well, protect people from all that. 'Course, even though humans were responsible for it, they didn't make it exclusive to themselves. Literally anyone could join, no matter what race they were..."

He trailed off, another sad sighing sound escaping his brand.

WordArtist Raku

 

[WordArtist]

"Yeah, it was really somethin'," Ward replied, although his voice had lost some of it's cheerfulness. "Pirates, natural disasters, wars...there's all sorts of nasty stuff happenin' in the universe. The Terrene Protectorate was meant to, well, protect people from all that. 'Course, even though humans were responsible for it, they didn't make it exclusive to themselves. Literally anyone could join, no matter what race they were..."

He trailed off, another sad sighing sound escaping his brand.

WordArtist Raku

Tsuna's arched brow creased as Ward explained. "Was? You're saying it's not around anymore... this Protectorate?" She considered for a moment, frowning, before saying, "That's unfortunate." Her gaze went back to that familiar window into her own world, her thoughts focusing there. If that Protectorate he was talking about had still been around, could they have helped her? She couldn't help but wonder.

 

[Raku]

Mariq Xen'iith
Mariq was slightly intrigued by Ward's tale of this "Terrene Protectorate". A defensive force for the universe. He watched as the nymph kept turning her head towards a window. Now he had taken notice to the view of another world, her world. It seems like all three of them come from a violent world. Though her situation seemed rather grim as her enemies were burning forests and homes, slaughtering families, Mariq was certain that her enemies did not fight as savagely as his enemies. The laws of war prevented deaths of civilians, but there wasn't much restrictions to how soldiers fought each other. Mariq vision shifted to his weapons at the door. They were just as war-torn and scarred as him. "So, the Terrene Protectorate is know more I'm assuming. If I didn't have to lead my armies into combat, I would help you two in your struggles" he spoke in a soft and sincere tone. Everyone had troubles, and from where Mariq stands on his world, it is his duty to deal with these troubles, for the better of his people.
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Calcifus WordArtist

 

[MrMopp]

Tod nodded and ignored the little dog. "We'll she drunk some hot cocoa and thats it I think."

"Mm." Ferris grunted. Chocolate was of course poisonous to his kind, so he had to take Tods word on that.

He sighed as he looked over at Don. "You got a place for her to sleep." He pointed at Anett and the teddy bear picked her up and carried her over to Tod.

Don gave a Tod a huff and a look of reproach, partially for interrupting his conversation, but mostly for just asking that. "Look, just because I have a few fancy chairs now doesn't mean this is an Inn. Go drop her on the couch...or...."

Don was motioning towards the lounge and his jaw fell at the current tornado wreck in its place, chairs tuned, tables tossed, food splattered every where and golf balls, cards, shampoo suds and Citole peices littering the floor.

And the poker-dogs were in the center of it all, hanging artfully in his vision like a painting between a frame. And one by one, they started to look him wide in the eye as they began to realize they were in the headlights.

The dreadful silence of accusation lingered a good 10 seconds. Dons eybrows began sinking into a dark scowl of disbelief. "You. Are. Kidding me."

And the rebuttals erupt forth.
"OMG IT WASNT US THIS TIME! IT-!"
"-HORSE JUST TORE THROUGH AND-!"
"-RATTLER WAS ALL, LIKE-!"
"WHAT? ME? NO, I'M NOT WITH THESE GUYS! I SWEAR TO COD, I-"
"I DON'T WANNA BE A CHINCHILLAAAAA!"
"SHE STARTED IT!"
"RATTLERS FACE DID IT!"
"ILL LICK YOUR BOOTS! ANYTHING! JUST DONT MAKE WASH THE-"
"YOU WOULDNT POOF A GIRL, WOULDJA!?"
("Eww, your a girl?")
("Hel-LO?!?!")
"HUH. WHUT. WHUT'A WE DOIN GUYS? WHUT'RE WE YELL'N FOR, HUH? WHUT'A WE-"
"SEE THIS SMILE!? EH?! EH?! IS THIS AN INNOCENT SMILE?!"
"IM NOT A BAAAAD BOOOOOOY!!!! AWOW WOOWOOWOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"

Don turned slowly towards Tod, a look of excruciating anoyance chissled on his face, and pointed to a wooden door directly behind him. "There's a guest room." He stated. "Halfway up up the stairs. To the left." He snapped he's fingers, summoning the unconcious(?) Dosy ( Sara Sidereal ) upon the counter in a poof of smoke "Take this one while your at It. " Don then turned to everyone else at the bar. "Now if you'll excuse me..." he reached under the counter and came back up with a stack of dog cones, a spray bottle, and a rabbit cage labeled Dumb Bunny of the Day. "...I got a few noses to swat."

Don then walked around the corner to the lounge, where you could hear him slam the bunny cage down pointedly on an unturned table. "Aaaaaawright, boys. Wanna explain this from the top!? (Erm, just elect a spokesman first, would'ja?)"
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(Aright, folks! Find a good spot to to leave your characters. This chapter is closing, and my next post will take place at 12:00pm Diner time (maybe 11:00am).

( Sara Sidereal Vagabond Spectre , the Guest Room is pretty fancy, I'll work out some detail later but its got this e-normous feather bed that your characters are going to wake up on. Like, it could hold three kids, four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed. THAT kind of enormous. And outside the door, there's a big spiral staircase that goes up and down.)

 

[Midnightchan123]

*due to the laws, Kia has teleported back to her home dimension, along with all her money and citole bits, an explosion of golf balls from having them be dumped everywhere at once* ( will come back after the time jump)

 

[Calcifus]

"Was? You're saying it's not around anymore... this Protectorate?" She considered for a moment, frowning, before saying, "That's unfortunate." Her gaze went back to that familiar window into her own world, her thoughts focusing there.

"So, the Terrene Protectorate is know more I'm assuming. If I didn't have to lead my armies into combat, I would help you two in your struggles" he spoke in a soft and sincere tone.

"Yep, you got that right," Ward replied. "The way it ended, though...I don't think anyone could've saved it. Heck, I ain't even sure how I managed to survive that rodeo..."

He didn't elaborate further, instead getting off the barstool. "If y'all don't mind, I'm gonna take off for now. Shinju's probably worryin' her fins off." With that, he went out the diner door. Granted, he didn't really know if it'd actually take him back to the Outpost, but he could figure that out later. One thing was for certain; he'd definitely come back here again.

(That's probably my last post before the timeskip)
Raku WordArtist

 

[WordArtist]

Tsuna watched Ward wander off and sighed quietly before returning her attention to the window into her own world. Time worked differently here than it did there. She never knew whether it was going to move faster or slower, and she sometimes wondered if she'd end up in her past or her future. So far, she'd always landed right where she thought she would, but who knew if Don's might throw her a curve ball one of these days? Noting the waning light, she hopped off her stool. "Time to go home," she said to nobody in particular, although about the only person listening would have been Mariq. "The mundanes will be out soon." She made for the revolving door, throwing an idle wave behind her, and left the building.

Getting back to her own world had become a matter of habit by now. The first few times, it had taken a while to figure it out. After that, it was practice for a while. Before she knew it, she was doing it without thinking about it. It was as easy, now, as walking through the right door. She hadn't quite figured out, just yet, how to find Don's window into her world from the other side. She wondered if she'd be able to see into Don's or if the 'window' was only one-way. She rather assumed the latter.

With a last glance around the diner, she left for her own world. She'd be back when morning came.

 

[fuil]

Tod carried the pony into the guest room and up the stairs, the bear was right behind him. After he set the pony in the bed and the bear put Anett in the bed he looked at the bear. "Take good care of her until I get back." The bear nodded and sat down next to her. He the walked down the stairs and as he peeked out the dinner door he sighed. "Not another wannabe hero, I'm still fixing the hole in the wall from the last one." He then walked through the door grumbling.

 

[GrieveWriter]

"Delightfully delightful, no?"

Knucks had directed his question to Edmund, who was still yapping away beside the Lovecraftian Horror as the two watched the precedings with varying levels of interest. On one hand, the finger-fleshed nightmare seemed completely and wholly entertained as the various bar patrons acted out in their own ways. Despite the vqarious knuckles and fingers making up his face, it was not hard for anyone to see the wide smile spread across his grotesque mouth.

Edmund on the other hand had somehow managed to display his utter disdain for this place in nothing but high pitched number sounds, and seemed to be actively encouraging the Tempter into leaving as soon as possible.

Mr. Knucklebones paid him no heed until the other patrons seemed set on retiring, his finger-rimmed eyeholes following them as they left for their own devices.

"45553 331 8092? 31 5443 66 87 404 583026 76783 7827831 4177 83!" the floating eye shouted

"Knucks finally shrugged before reaching a long bony hand towards his forehead and sinking it into his twitching finger-flesh, digging around for a moment before pulling an old pocket watch from within. Covered in rust and black markings indicative of smoke and fire damage, the thing was absolutely pristine on the inside once he clicked open. Checking the time for a moment, Knucks closed the pocket watch before standing and slipping the device into one of his eyeholes.

"Very well, old chap." he said before making his way to the exit "Seems we've got other places to be, but do know that we shall be making a return!"

Edmund scoffed before letting loose another stream of high-pitch numbers, as he followed the horrifying creature out of the bar. The second they were outside both of their forms seemed to be sucked straight out of existence, off to other realms no doubt.