Taking a seat at the bar calmed Viola’s nerves quite a bit. Even in this weird place, people still got together to eat, drink, and act like idiots when they had too much to drink. The atmosphere was very similar to a bar on Earth. Where they still on Earth, or was it a different planet or dimension? She decided that it didn’t matter all too much. She then turned her attention to all the other patrons.

There were so many interesting looking- people? people.- with very distinct colors and physical attributes. There was an angelic young woman, complete with feathery wings, a man with what appeared to be a dragon, and a woman who looked like a cyborg. It was certainly overwhelming. Viola wished she had whatever money they used here, because any sort of alcohol would improve the situation by at least 60%. This constant state of awe and wonder and undue stress was starting to get kind of boring. 

But just watching people can reveal a lot of information. Despite the astronomical differences between person to person, they all seemed to be ‘human’. The differences seem to indicate some kind of ‘races’, and judging from the crowd, interbreeding between these ‘races’ seemed to be extremely plausible and a common practice. 

Sygma was comfortable talking to the waitress, and someone appeared to know him, so that meant that he has been here before. Which meant that he somehow managed to come back. Which begs the question: How come now it was difficult to get back? Was it because this group had done something wrong? They had a goal to achieve here? And where did Viola fit into all of this? [i]I need a drink….[/i]