This can't be good.

[maybeamonster]

To say that the sheriff wasn't used to strange happenings would be a understatement to say the least. But to say that the sheriff was used to transdimensional travel? Well, maybe 'used to' wouldn't be the exact way he'd frame that statement but he'd certainly experienced a lot of weird happenings at his time as sheriff of a small town named Eureka. But this was an entirely new sensation, even for him.

He'd just been yelling at Osbourne for this sort of plant hybrid that may or may not been planning on eating people he'd been developing in secret. It was a shame too cause he was just about to make a really good Audrey II joke before he ended up... wherever this was. That joke he'd just been about to make felt like a distant memory now as he tried to drink in his surroundings which would have worked easy if it wasn't for a pounding headache that seemed to quickly be making its way from his temples downwards with no end in sight.

The expansive streetway in front of him started to disappear as blackness clawed its way from the outside of his vision and threatened to take over, it was starting to make him feel ill. He reached out blindly and grabbed the first thing that he could welcoming the cold bite of metal against his fingertips, grounding him in a way. Whatever he was looking at was apparently real so at least he was alive the street post gave him just enough support so that the wave of disorientation that had seemed to wash over him a moment ago receded back out enough so that he could get to examine his immediate surroundings. Not that he truly understood them.

"Where the hell am I?" He asked to no one in particular.

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[angelic_asshole]

"You're in the Nexus, darling."

Balthazar watching the newcomer from a nearby seat, just enjoying the scotch he was drinking out of the rocks glass. The bottle nearby next to his right foot, as it was a nice day for a drink outside. The cold wind cutting through the air but not bothering the angel since he didn't feel the cold as a human did. A nice February afternoon with a stranger in town.

"It can be rather daunting to one's self once you step through the magic door."

Was it a magic door? Well, portal---thing. The angel offered the confused man a spare glass if indeed he wished to share a drink. There could be residual shock and it was always a good ice breaker to invite said stranger to a drink. If the man wanted answers, which he probably did, then Balthazar would try to answer them.

[chiaro_oscuro]

"New here?" Ben doesn't need the Force to tell him that. A grim-looking man in dark clothes looks up at the sheriff curiously. "I can tell. I figure I ought to offer you a welcome." Not that Ben's especially good with talking to strangers, but he's here and he's not busy with anything outside of coffee so he figures that he may as well. He's trying to seem as welcoming as possible, not something he's used to.

The dark stranger seems ordinary enough, but appearances can be deceiving in the Nexus. They certainly are in this case. Ben sizes up the new arrival, then nods. Seems pleasant. He shifts, offering the man a place at his side at the table.

He laughs hoarsely. "When I first came here I asked myself more-or-less the same question."

[chainedtoaskull]

An orange tabby cat is the first thing that comes up, rubbing on the lamp post and meowing furtively for attention. The day is overcast, or perhaps it is just evening. Not long after the cat arrives a man comes up, smartly dressed in a three piece suit, all black with lavish black on black embroidery on the vest.

"From the looks of your expression, not where you expect to be." Bob tells him rather matter of factly before turning a disappointed gaze on the cat. Mister running off had forced him to walk this way and leave where he had been enjoying the scenery.

[magnetite_plz]

"I should expect you do not actually believe you are in hell nor its surrounding planes." The most immediate indication that this isn't Kansas Eureka anymore are the sudden myriad of non-humans mingling about. Sure, the majority of the population looks human enough but everywhere the sheriff turns there's a bipedal avian mother ushering her chicks along beside her in their knit jumpers. Or a skeleton man dressed in robes selling morbidly decorated scarfs on a street corner. Best not to ask what kind of Lovecraftian deity has been carved into the stone fixture atop a currently nonfunctional fountain.

It's cold here, the plaza of the Nexus caught in the throes of winter, although perhaps milder than one might expect if they're used to bitterly severe seasons in either extreme. The woman who speaks is clad from head to toe in thick robes. It would look almost fantastical were it not for the combat boots and armor plating clearly visible in their design. The environmental seals keep her warm despite the weather.

"If this is your first time in the Plaza I suggest you not wander far from whatever door you stumbled through." Of course, not everyone is so lucky to have a stable entry and exit to this place...