[h2]Jack Morgan, Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria[/h2]

As Shivani disappeared in an ill-defined puff of mystery, Jack and his cohorts shrugged.
"One less criminal for the cops to deal with, I guess. I'm going back inside."

Sure enough, Jack went back inside, and spoke to Sindibad, who was presently poring over some unknown document on his tablet.
"Hoi, Sandstorm! What's that you've got there?" Jack said, giving Sindibad a startling slap on the shoulder.

"Hoi, cap'n," Sindibad said, briefly tearing his attention away from his tablet. "It's the address book I uploaded. I'm trying to pick out some people to help out on this 'Eye of the Serpent' thing. I'm looking for people from relatively low-tech universes, so their intrusion won't be seen as so much of an interdimensional incident."

Jack peered at a small index card Sindibad had been writing on. On it were a list of spooky-sounding names and their respective occupations. "Lessee... who're the people on this list?"

"Well, cap'n, they're the people I think are decent candidates. Uh, we already know Hecuba, but I'm waiting for Julius on that one. There's this guy called Quan Chi--"

"Stuff that one," said Jack, a look of irritation crossing his face, "we're not talking to Quan Chi. I've seen old Sneery playing Mortal Kombat in the rumpus room, and that guy sure as hell didn't look trustworthy [i]there[/i]." 

"But cap'n, didn't you see Deadly Alliance?" said Sindibad,  hearkening back to the many hours he spent playing anachronistic video games from universes heavily under the effects of the ubiquitous concept of Recursive Canon. "If Quan Chi's helping you out--"

"Yes, I saw Deadly Alliance," said Jack. "Did [i]you[/i] see what comes after that?"

"Well, no--"

"Good! Deception was [i]terrible[/i]! Long story short, [i]don't call Quan Chi because Quan Chi will ruin [b]everything.[/b][/i]"

Sindibad rolled his eyes, and crossed a name off the list. "Aye aye, cap'n. Next up, I got this vodou practitioner. Name's 'Doctor Facilier'."

"Doesn't ring a bell. Hang on a second..." Jack hollered, shouting out to the assorted mooks enjoying themselves "[b]Hey! Any of you ever hear of a Doctor Facilier?![/b]"

There was a pause, as the mooks processed what Jack had shouted. Finally, one mook stood up, and called back. "He's from my daughter's favorite movie!" Smiling confidently, Jack beckoned the mook over.

[h2]Hi-Hat, Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria Radio Room[/h2]

On closer inspection, the mook was evidently from a post-apocalyptic universe. The pink mohawk, reinforced leather jacket, and bolted-on cyberdeck all but confirmed he had every reason to savor old world media when he was rescued from post-society. With an unusual amount of enthusiasm, the mook gave Jack and Sindibad a brief recap on the plot.

"Uh, let's see... Dr. Facilier is the villain of The Princess and the Frog, which is set in New Orleans in the 1910's. Uh... the last thing that happened to him was him being kidnapped by... logos or moai or something. Yeah, gimme a chance to talk to him and I could probably convince him to help out."

Jack nodded. "Thanks, Hi-Hat. We'll call him up now, maybe we can call him back when we get a location. Oh, hey-- since he's from the 1900's, he probably won't know what a telephone is. You'll probably want to use a voice modulator to make it seem like you're actually summoning him instead of calling him up."

Sindibad dutifully tuned the HAM radio to the frequency listed on the index card. After a brief period of static, the noise on the radio changed to a heavy drumbeat, punctuated with the sounds of anguished screaming. On reflection, Hi-Hat realized that it was probably the second-worst hold tune he's ever had to sit through.

 Finally, a voice answered the radio. It held a strange, bombastic baritone, like an announcer in an old jazz club. The voice seemed to be... [i]anticipating[/i] something. [color=black]"Heyo, boy! You come here to chit-chat, or you got an [i]inmate[/i] you wanna talk to?!"[/color]
 
 Hi-Hat opted to go for a more dramatic flair, and set the voice modulator on the radio receiver to a deep, low, bass. "I want to speak to the one called Facilier."
 
 There was a brief pause, as the voice on the other end appeared to take inventory of [i]something[/i]. [color=black]"Which Facilier? We got [i]dozens[/i]! D'you want Facilier the first, or Facilier the latest?"[/color]
 
 Hi-Hat briefly considered asking for them all, but realized that speaking to [i]several[/i] damned souls would be significantly worse than speaking to just one. "Get me the latest one, please."
 
 [color=black]"Sure thing. Hang on a lick, we'll get you your boy! 'Course, we can talk [i]prices[/i] when he's done!"[/color]
 
 Again, the drum beat. As Hi-Hat placed his hand on his chin in blank exasperation, [i]something[/i] was going across the multiverse. A link between worlds was being sent to a little-known vodou shoppe in a little-known universe, but would reach its intended destination quickly. Hopefully, this Dr. Facilier fellow would be glad to help with this Nox situation.