Oh man I hope I don't end up back with Dr. Strange. That guy's such a weirdo!
That awkward moment where Kyoro is one of Satan's Generals.Vezon took one more sip. "And away I go!" He backflipped through the air, and through a dimensional gateway. There was a crash out of sight. Vezon soon slumped out of the bathroom, sopping wet with a bit of masonry in his hand, a bit of toilet paper on his arm, and the sound of a rushing fountain behind in. "...you might not wanna go in there." He exited through another portal.
And a Strange Figure Emerges.-Deadpool gulps down his drink and takes the last bite of his food-
Well I'm outta here! Beam me up Scotty!
-Deadpool strikes a pose as his teleporter belt begins to glow...then explode-
-cough cough- Stupid thing it always malfunctions every third time I use it...I should ask Reed to fix that...AND HURRY UP ON MY ROBOPOOL! Now then I'm off. For real this time
-Deadpool teleports away-
edited 5th Dec '11 3:45:15 PM by raigakuren
That awkward moment where Kyoro is one of Satan's Generals.There was quiet as Vendetti finished the whiskey.
"I'm done here."
Walking up to the bar, he laid out a single microchip. Scanning it would reveal Vendetti's tab, paid in credits.
Vendetti promptly walked over to the door. When he opened it, a sudden, icy gust of air blows throughout the bar, and snow begins to rain in from the entrance. Pulling his balaclava up, and his goggles down, Vendetti readies his Bofors and steps out of Crossroads, into the cold, unforgiving night of Leipzig.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp.""I might... you know, in case the military catches up with me before I can reach Dallas... or Las Vegas... Yeah, Vegas! No last call, and what happens there stays there!"
It's kind of funny. Sufficiently advanced stupidity is like sufficiently advanced science; eventually, you find something you can't solve."Zzzz... huh?" Bowser rose up, and saw the 'last call' sign. He slugged down the rest of his drink, and began to stomp towards the exit. "Later, freaks. I have to go make sure my kids haven't destroyed my castle." He left, muttering about not having had enough alcohol.
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?The Barkeep sighs as the last person leaves, and he begins to close down the bar. He shuts off the lights one by one leaving the light above the bar on. He wipes off the tables, flipping the chairs of each atop the tables as he finishes wiping them. He carefully sweeps the floor, and sighs, returning to the bar. As he's wiping the bar, he pauses and counts the bottles of whiskey. He does a double take, and recounts them. He scowls. He hates thieves. He sighs, realizing he forgot about the bathrooms, and goes to clean them again.
Days pass, or weeks, or months, or, for some, a single day. Once again, all across the multiverse, Crossroad's sign lights up. Crossroads is open once more, and people are drawn to it once more.
edited 8th Dec '11 2:01:58 PM by deathpigeon
The pilot looks at the sign. Should she? She's currently on scramble alert: her F-22 is sitting in a hangar bay with the cockpit open right now, and the jet engines are one second away from spinning up and flying.
She figures this place might be interesting: it seems a bit different than the rest. Besides, even though she is near the definition of "hot", she's also trained in close quarters and deadpan rejection. She's good for it, she just won't drink right now.
Pushing open the door, olive green G-suit glistening in the light, Flight Lieutenant Donna Cabot steps into Crossroads.
edited 8th Dec '11 2:06:24 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Rockford's car pulled into the parking lot once again. He emerged from the car looking noticeably happier than he did last time he was here. Last time he was here because he needed a drink badly, but tonight he was here to celebrate.
He strolled in, greeting those who had already arrived before ordering a whiskey, this time one that wasn't quite as strong.
Bigotry will NEVER be welcome on TV Tropes.-A flash of light appears from the bar and Deadpool comes out of it-
Stupid Cosmic Cube bifrost! I say I wanted to go get something at Burger King and I end up at this stupi-Oh hey it's that bar!
The Koopa King walked into the bar, noticeably much happier today. Or at least, not as angry. He hadn't tangled with Mario in the several days since he'd last come to the bar, instead going on a picnic with his children. Kamek, predictably and hilariously, wound up headfirst in the potato salad because Roy thought it would be funny. Bowser agreed.
"Oi, get me a beer!" He said, cheerfully.
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?A... turtle? What in the flip...
The only thing that was keeping Donna from downing a mug of Everclear was the fact that she was on scramble duty and couldn't have any alcoholic beverages: alcohol impaired the brain, and brain impairment meant she was more likely to crash her F-22 instead of taking off.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

Vendetti nodded. "See ya around, Rarity."
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."