You are standing inside The Shadow Nectar Bewery, it is approximately midnight. You are unsure how you arrived here, and even more where exactly you are. However, this gnawing unease is slightly alleviated by the fact that you feel relatively familiar with the layout of the building.
Moving around the interchanging crowd, you find yourself now sitting in a chair. While observing the scene from your new perspective you begin to differentiate one alien being from another.. In some cases you aren't even sure if what appear to be multiple individuals are actually one larger sized horror. This tavern is clearly not home to the likes of you kind, then again.. You aren't even sure what you are either.
"Well, haven't seen your kind here in a while.."
Looking up you see what can only be the waitress, though she is sporting a rather strange figure. She appears to be made out of a fluffy featherlike material packed inside a membrane like leather, and gravity hasn't seemed to suit her too great. She can only be concieved as a living, breathing mattress.. only, made of leather. I am sitting here ordering drinks from a talking leather mattress, I must be in one of Ol' Smokie's Joints.
• I'll have a twisted nipple, uhh.. Gorilla.
"Sure thing good lookin"
You are pretty sure the leather bag waitress winked at you, only slightly more sure than whether or not she even has eyes.
You see a very tall figure slide through the crowd in your direction. Upon making eye contact with you, your senses become more in tune with this strange reality.
Suddenly the figures around you appear to be more human like in nature and appearance. The tall fellow is a middle aged bloke with a curled moustache and pointy chin goat. He is sporting a ridiculously inapropriate top hat.
"Greetings and Tasty Salutations my good fellow, praise the moment! For my tavern I call home you see before you now belongs to your mind. And within it's walls you can trick the cosmos into conjuring up even the most indubious creations, where do you think we found the leather mattress lady?
My name is Sir Dudeington, first of my name and last to thy claim, I am immortal. And at the same time I have seen the light of my day, Now I allow myself to exist within the multiverse as a harbor to lost souls and wandering imagination, the wayward spirits.
I once was much like you, a youthful Oxen filled with the vigor of 1,000 blazing suns. Now I am but an illusion of the mind, I am boundless from space and time: And keeper to infinity for your device.
This space will now function as a moving door of the brain. In each space, small or large, no creation is mundane. For when you travel down the rabbit hole, nothing can be TOO complex.
ok. Rules, you are in a tavern, you are alive, Introduce yourself how you want. idk say / do / be whatever you want to be. State your existance as a chair in the corner, no one is going to stop you. Imagine what it might be like to exist as a lonely chair, devoid of warmth. I'm not sure if chairs can talk though, so self expression might prove to be rather difficult.
Ok rolls anons, use your numbers in creative ways. All posts are individual moments and spaces of time, tag reply's or whatever if you're communicating.
I am the tavern owner and I own an infinite number of taverns. When you go out the back door you have a 2 in 1 chance of just walking into one of my many other fine brewing and eating establishments!
ONLY ANONS, if you arent then you essentially are like a bubble in space and time and become a paralell dimension to this thread.