>The scene begins not in the Tiki Hut of Solitude, but in a small yet cozy house that's on an unstable plank. Inside, you can see Calisto, Gus and Forte smoking and paying poker. Castellar is cooking sausages on a grill. Showcard enters the room with a figure they don't recognise: It's Oliver but in a different outfit.<
Showcard: CASTELLAR! OI CASTELLAR! We got someone new 'ere to show ya!
Castellar: * doesn't turn around * Oi! Calisto, Gus! Go check this guy! Forte come over 'ere * he begins mumbling information to Forte *
Calisto: * checks Oliver and adjusts his top-hat * 'E's good.
Castellar: hmm... * he turns around * AH! I know you any day, it's you Oliver! You may know another version of our timeline, but, 'ere's a difference multiverse, it's 'ow we do it 'ere, ain't it my dears!
Everyone except Oliver: YEAH! NOT ARF!
Castellar: Now, Oliver * he teleports next to him * Ya may join us if ya like in our task to, y'know, find a multiverse or two!
Oliver: ...* looks at a line of scarfs * Are they for a laundry?
Castellar: AH! YA STARIN' AT ME SCARFS! Well, my dear, they're just 'anging for the wash, but, a laundry's a very nice thin' indeed, but our line of business pays a little better, ey my dears?
The group: OH YEAH! NOT ARF!
Castellar: * smokes on a pipe and hops off Oliver pointing at him with a cigarette * Oh yes, we're all ladies 'n' gents 'ere! Trust me, we like a good energetic greet in the mornin'!
The group: * nod at eachother and look at Oliver *
Castellar: WELL, MY DEARS, YA WANNA BE LADIES 'N' GENTS YA GOTTA GET SOME SHUT-EYE, A LINE OF BUSINESS IS NICE WHEN YA ENERGIZED WITH YE BEANS IN THE MORNIN'
Everyone including Oliver: * get to sleep *
Castellar: SHOWCARD! TAKE OFF YE HAT, WHAT 'AVE I TOLD YA 'BOUT THAT?
Showcard: 'EY, 'EY, GIMME SOME TIME NEXT, KAY? * takes off his fedora *
>Five hours later<
Calibri: SNICKER 'N' TWIST!
Castellar: It's Calibri! WAKE UP, MY DEARS! THE LADIES ARE 'ERE!
Showcard: AH! THE LADIES! * goes up to Calibri and kisses her hand *
Calibri: Such a sweet lad, you are! Now, Castellar, where's the tequila! I'm 'avin myself a time with Infected!
Castellar: God! * he throws a beer bottle at her skull and then throws a full tequila bottle at her hand, she successfully catches it * All in moderation, my sweet! All in moderation! Too much of 'at, it could kill ye! Wait... could it?
Calibri: Ah, Castellar, you always just go on about this, death, death, death, death, death, just talk about something else, and persides, what's a bit of a drop of danger, ey, Castella'? Surely you can't deny us our small pleasures! We all love 'em!... * he looks at Oliver * Oi! Castellar, 'o's this?
Castellar: AH! THIS, ME DEARS, IS OLIVER! HERE'S OUR NEW POCKER!
Calibri: Oh of course, nice to meet ya, you're gonna 'ave a tough time with these lot!
Castellar: 'EY! WE AIN'T SO BAD!