Dalek Caan appeared in the lobby.
The Emergency Temporal Shift function still functions. I am the last Dalek. I did it. Destroyed that miserable plague upon the universe once and for all. One last thing to do then.
Letting out a small burst of insane laughter, he activated the self-destruct sequence.
Self-destruct sequence destroyed. chimed his systems.
Oh. I live.
Another burst of insane laughter.
Opening his casing, he examined the area. "Time Machine Parking. No Deloreans." The TARDIS is not here. Wait. There is no future to predict here. I am outside my universe.
Yet another burst of insane laughter.
This is a pub. A place where humans go to drink intoxicants and to socialize.
Nutrient levels low.
Another burst of laughter.
Caan floated into the bar, giggling to himself.
"DO-YOU-STOCK-GAS-EOUS-NU-TRI-ENTS?" he said, with another burst of laughter.
The Barkeep walks up to Dalek Caan, "..." He points to a sign behind the bar. On it, Caan can clearly see written:
Anything is served at Crossroads.
There is no fighting in Crossroads.
Enjoy.
The Barkeep walks behind the bar, and retrieves a container filled with gas, and brings it to Caan. He tells Caan, "..." somehow clearly indicating that the gas was for Caan, and that it would be on his tab.
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A carriage seems to roll into Crossroad's parking lot driven by many peagasus. Out of the carriage a small unicorn with a luxiours purple mane and tail steps out. "Why thank you darlings. Here's a tip."
Rarity hands them some money as the pegasus starts to fly away. "Ah Applejack told me about Crossroads... Don't know WHY I listened to her this isn't as luxiouras as she told me..."
Rarity walks into the bar chin or whatever is close to it held high in a way that's not truly snobbish but she hopes shows to the people there that she is high-class. If they ever knew I was a filly from Ponyville they'd be AMAZED.
edited 8th Nov '11 10:40:59 AM by Fusionman
In the parking lot, a white and red car pulled up. It was a strange vehicle; it had no clear cockpit or any space for a driver, and its form was low slung and tapered for speed, aerodynamic fins and long, stylized exhaust ports wrapping around its form. As it ground to a halt, it transformed, long arms and legs emerging as the car stood up and changed shape, becoming a slender, skinny robot with a long feminine face and a long streamlined crest on her head.
"What a day..." was all she said by way of explanation, and lokoed one by one at the other strange inhabitants of the bar. It was clearly a pub, of course, but where was the racetrack that it overlooked? Something was a little odd her, especially considering that it had appeared on a side street overnight. Nevertheless, a drink was a drink, and she leaned on a railing so that she was at eye level with the other smaller patrons.
"Got any energon?" she said?
The Barkeep walks up to Override carrying a large glass filled with liquefied energon, and hands it to her. He tells her, "..." conveying to her that the drink was on her tab. He then approaches Rarity saying, "..." which is clearly him asking her what she wants.
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A gold Pontiac Firebird pulls into the parking lot and a man climbs out. He glances around at the other parked cars in a confused manner before muttering to himself "Somehow I don't think this is the bar Angel told me about. I know I followed the directions right. Ah, what the hell, I'll check it out. I could use a drink."
He wanders in, looking around, clearly confused and still muttering. "Normally I don't see things like that until after a few drinks." He sits down at the bar and waits for the bartender to notice him.
Bigotry will NEVER be welcome on TV Tropes.A young, very beautiful Asian woman was walking alone on the streets, brow slightly furrowed as she glanced around at the surrounding area. While she didn't stop, her steps were very tentative, and it would be clear to any passerby from her movement and expression that she was hopelessly lost.
Oh, this isn't good. . . I've been wandering around for hours, She thought to herself.
Her short, black hair was occasionally played with by the breeze as she fiddled with the ribbons on her sweater
◊. Eventually, spotting the bar, she let out a small sigh of relief. Hopefully she could get directions there, maybe sit down and have a drink. It'd be a nice little break from everything, she needed to relax a bit.
She headed into the bar, shutting the door carefully so it wouldn't slam. She looked around the bar for a seat, and was caught very off-guard by the very odd myriad of individuals there. She pondered whether she should continue or not, but seeing as she'd come in already she decided it'd be rude not to stay and took a seat.
“DAMMIT WHEN I HEAR 'SPACE CQC' ALL I CAN THINK OF IS BIG BOSS WITH A FISHBOWL ON HIS HEAD, STRANGLING AN ASTRONAUT OUTSIDE THE ISS."Another young, beautiful asian woman was already sitted at the bar, casually tending to her glass of whisky. She daintilly ran an long, elegant finger around the rim of the glass, before downing it in one go. However, she never gave off the air of some lower class alcoholic, retaining an aura of grace and dignity even as she ordered another glass and downed it just as quickly.
I wish Nee-san was here, thought Akiha Tohno, as she ordered yet another glass. But no, he had to spend the night with that vampire. Ugh. Those more spiritually or magically inclined in the bar may have noticed her long, black hair suddenly take on a reddish tinge for a brief moment.
"...I suppose you should just give me the whole bottle," she said authoritively to the barkeep after downing yet another glass.
A young man, dressed in green clothes with an plate armor covering his chest and a dark sword by his waist stood outside the door to the pub, a wide grin with shark-like teeth on his face and lewd thoughts in his mind. "So this is the strange bar I've heard rumors about?!" He asked himself loudly "And with Sill still asleep I will be undisturbed by her." He then chuckled "Fufufufu..." Before entering.
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He looked around examining the various wired guests (Was that a pheonix? And a fillie?) before approaching the bardesk
"Hmm, races? I can't say I really see races very often," Azusa replied with a somewhat-noticeable Japanese accent. With a bit more thought she added, "Oh, but I did perform at a promotional concert at a race about a month ago. Does that count?"
Azusa briefly took a moment to ask the Barkeep for some whisky.
“DAMMIT WHEN I HEAR 'SPACE CQC' ALL I CAN THINK OF IS BIG BOSS WITH A FISHBOWL ON HIS HEAD, STRANGLING AN ASTRONAUT OUTSIDE THE ISS."

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The Barkeep slowly and carefully wipes the bar at Crossroads, knowing full well that the first customers would be entering soon. Already, the back room was abuzz with activity, but that was none of his concern. He doesn’t go back there often, but he knew what happened there. Soon he was finished, and he neatly folded his rag and stepped out from behind the bar.
The Barkeep squints barely able to see the newly cleaned bar in the dark. He could just barely make out the long bar that followed the curved shape of the bars wall, and ending on both sides at perfectly perpendicular angles He sees the booths lining three of the four other walls in the bar, each corner perpendicular. More booths seemed to dot the rest of the room, but mostly the rest of the area was filled with normal tables. On the fifth wall was the entrance which was through a small lobby area and some stairs coming down into it. In the lobby, a couple of spots cordoned off by white paint on the ground labeled “Time Machine Parking Zone” with a hastily scrawled note below saying “No Deloreans”. Also along the fifth wall is a stage area in which bands could perform, and the entrance to the bathrooms.
The Barkeep walks over to the entrance, and places his thumb against the finger print scanners one at a time, and, with each one he presses, lights turn on, starting with the lights over the bar. People found themselves once again drawn to the bar they all love, yet do not know as a neon sign lights up outside saying one simple word:
”So, have we come to an agreement?”
“____________.”
”Good.”
”How dare you even presume to be my equal!”
“Your equal? All I am is a simple information broker who shares a common goal with you.”
”Fine, I’m sure I can make use of you somehow...”
“That’s an interesting proposal... You have a plan, I presume.”
“Of course.”
“Let me hear it.”
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