Professor_Wyvern

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The agent peered at Bee. Suit, Robot Arm. He noted the similarities to his contact as he watched Bee eat his sugary treat. ...Meeting place firmly established. Time to confirm. "What was the order?" The man in the suit inquired of Bee.

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In the middle of Cynosphere was a strange looking individual. He was currently sleeping, with his feet stretched outside of a cardboard box that was covered in mold. Underneath the gutter of a local establishment, was where he kept his lodgings. His face was matted with a large piece of rotting newspaper, which muffled out his snores. The run-off from the gutters, splashed onto his face, destroying his makeshift sleep mask. "GLALLBLAAG!" The mysterious man quickly got up, as he brushed off some growing fungi from his tattered robes. "Ackblah!" He yelled out as he reached over and grabbed a large gnarled piece of metal, which he took as his staff. He stood up, as he waggled his bare-feet which were covered in soot, dirt and ash, and had many fungal spores growing beneath his murky yellow toe-nails. He brushed through his coarse hair, thick with sludge and slime, distorting the natural color into a greenish grey. He walked out to the street as he made his declaration, "HEROES, I KNOW YOU ARE OUT THERE YOU CREATINS! COME HERE AND ACCEPT A MINDLESS FETCH QUEST FROM MAYONNAISE THE GRAND WIZARD! I SHALL OFFER YOU BAUBLES OF GREAT IMPORTANCE FOR IT." The Wizard stared at Jack and the group, which at least had Alpha and the Runner, he was with, "YES, I SHALL OFFER BAUBLES OF GREAT IMPORTANCE FOR HEEDING THIS TASK!" --- Across the street a man with a shaved head dressed in a three-piece black-suit moved up his sunglasses as he stared at the man incredulousily. The Company told me that this place would be filled with weirdos, but I'd never expect... He quickly reached into his breast-pocket as he pulled out a worn brown envelope, which had a red wax seal firmly in place. He peered around, as he searched for his fellow agent to deliver the message to. ---- And of course, not to mention the tavern that was across the street. A man with a bright neon green mohawk, wearing a sleeveless leather jacket stumbled out, before puking into a trash-can. Inside the bar-tender was serving a drink. She looked fairly young, real young, in fact she had to stand on a stool to even sling the drink. Her bright red hair were in pig-tails. She stared idly at customer as she slid a shot-glass of rum to a rather ornery looking fellow, with a series of warts on his face dressed in a cheap-suit. "...Your drink."

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And in the second place, we weren't waiting on that; we were waiting specifically on Samus.

IncredibleBee

Pretty much the crux of it really. People chose to interact with Samus. As such they need to get a response before messing somewhere else. Really plenty of ways of messing about, otherwise. Plenty of ways to end up to Middle Earth.

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Right then, as I'm quite sure a proper commandeering will happen now, who wants to have a go against The Time Police? The guardians of time and space who just filled out the warrants necesary for a proper arrest, or if you're lucky they'll simply impress you into essentially slaves to fix the stupid shit you all are responsible for, so essentially until you die from your natural life-span. The crimes you all committed were just awful. Bureaucracy there is a pain, have to file out all the paperwork to be possible in anytime line and any universe. As is the mess of jurisdiction. But yeah, anyone want Time Police? Just a random suggestion. Either way, fairly sure this'll be commandeered.

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Rattlesnake Jack noticed the blur, easy sort of thing really. "No idea slick." He paused for a moment, "Well Kettle, I think you should refrain from calling the Pot black." He paused again, wondering what sort of madness had afflicted the thing. "Right, well, I don't think ya should head on over to the bar then."

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Rattlesnake Jack just eyed Alpha, "Well, good thing ya carry the booze parts around. Even if, ya can throw it darn near everythin' I suppose. 'N ya sure it don't jus' add to the toxic nature of it, 'steada...Still general store oughta have spices 'n such." He gave a quick nod. "I'd reckon ya oughta search o'er there. Plus gotta y'know, go to the saloon fer some good booze." He mused for a moment, "Wonder if tender back in that weird establishment already got my order done."

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Rattlesnake Jack just stared at Alpha for a bit, as he mention hazed. "Right, saloon ain't... place fer driving cattle. Y'know slick, I ain't drove cattle through a saloon. Well except that one time with Mordecai in Cactus Creek, but we were both giddy from the nectar... Plus the Landlord was a mighty ripe bastard, 'n it was closin' time at the Saloon." He was rather confused why he'd talk about cattle-driving when it came to a saloon. City-slickers were weird. "Yeah, bars tend ta give that sorta info. Or the barber-shop. Either one really. Sure you'll get somethin' interestan. And if'n ya gonna homebrew, oughta go to a general store fer parts."

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Rattlesnake Jack kept on the search for Cirno and Okuu, as he noticed Alpha. He gave a slight nod to him. "Well slick, placed an order at..." He stuck his left thumb as he pointed at the diner behind him. "That strange ol' establishment there. Mighty strange saloon. Ain't got no boiled mutton, 'n didn't see any liquor in their holdin'." Rattlesnake Jack idly scratched at his left chin, slightly moving the bandana in the process. "Plus, I gotta go find some others missin' who wanted to get a treat from there." He rolled his shoulders around, "Info ya say, bars always provide ya the good stuff. Got one of the leads fer findin' that Cattle Rustler that young buck, Gerald North was bein' hassled by." He shook his head and chuckled at the memory. "Say slick, what kinda info ya lookin' fer? Ah, anywhoo, sure. I'll go for a drink wit ya. Yea, but gotta few things ta do 'forehand."

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Thought we were already doin' that. Doing it more so then?

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Rattlesnake Jack snatched the padded menu when it was offered to him. He peered at the menu incredulously. It was a gaudy mess of pictures and bright colors around the actual food items. "This Saloon ain't got no boiled mutton? ... I don't see the booze." He grumbled. Rattlesnake Jack blinked and gave Bee a quick glare. "Yes, they said they wanted some." If that bastard already kidnapped them. "I'll go on out and get them. You, obviously stay here, gotta get your treat." He quickly tapped on the table, "Barkeep, Sarsaparilla 'n a scoop of vanilla." After placing his order he swaggered out of the diner, to begin the search.