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A melodious theme echoes around the inventory as a mishmash of time periods form from the memories of Cube.
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Susie pops into her seat, wide-eyed… in a totally new outfit.
"What the?" Susie looks down at her new threads, "Was that Tenna? Is he pissed about something?"
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Sonic drops into his seat, also in a new costume.
"Huh… that was a new one…" He looks down at his clothes and new gloves, "A ninja costume? I figured that'd work more for Joker…"
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Hat Kid appears in her seat, in a new Punk-ish style jacket and blond hair for some reason.
"Woah! Evil! But cool though… huh?" As she was looking at her nice new jacket, she spotted her new hair color hanging in front of her face and got very confused.
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Finally… a Wizard? Ren lifted the brim away from his face as he looked at everyone and then himself.
"I prefer myself to be a bit more of a rogue than a wizard…" He says, looking at Sonic, apparently also far too used to strange narration from unknown evils.
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Cube appears in the center of the table, as pixelated as the Player left him. He spins around with concern, ducking under the table to skate around The Inventory to look at all the stuff from his memories, as well as the other experiences of the Traveler's he's met, made manifest here in The Inventory. The bar was even more like a saloon than usual, the stage had a sleeping beast on it that seemed like a large green fox-wolf, hard to tell where the plant began and the beast ended. The other tables were littered with things such as a Toy of the Steel Titan, mid-fight with some sort of equally sized bird monster, a toy car made of stone with a T-Rex model next to it, a headband tied around a punching bag, and a rock perfectly split in half, surrounded by steaming chinese buns.
"Where-" Susie began.
"Or when-." Hat Kid added.
"The hell are we?!" Susie shouted, mildly annoyed at the interruption.
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Chef, Chris, and Kris appeared in quick succession. Chef was manning the saloon as usual, dressed much the same but also wearing a Mariachi hat.
Chris was now wearing a sleeveless dark purple sweatshirt with a headband on, smiling as loudly as usual.
"Seems our bud Cube had quite the adventure before getting hired here! Due to Rule 137c, we're obligated to decorate the place that matches the same kind of theme that the table does. And it seems Cube's been all over the place! All across time and space, even! More than you even Hat Kid!" Chris jokes, making Hat Kid stick her tongue out at him in taunt.
"All over time and space huh?" Sonic looks as Cube skates around to back beneath the table, popping up in his space at the center, chirping happily, seemingly quite satisfied with his inspection of the place.
Kris walks around, per their usual routine, as they seem to just be dressed in their usual Dark World attire, but with their normal yellow skin tone… and a bad blonde wig as well.
Susie snickers, "Yo Kris, Blonde ain't your style!" to which Kris just wordlessly stares, as if they can't help it. They don't seem to enjoy the blonde wig either, for reasons they cannot explain.
Up on the balcony, "Look Sam, the children have returned! As well as that audacious host!" A mildly more polite sounding Max, who's wearing cool future-shades, says to a Sam who looks… downright geriatric.
"I don't want to shoot the phone, it's how we get our job…" Sam hoarsely doesn't respond to Max.
"There there Sam." Max pats him on the shoulder.
"Alright alright, let's get this show back on the road before Mr. "Evil in the hearts of humans" comes back and ruins the fun." Chris announces the usual rules as everyone gets to playing.