Fandom Dressing

"Ooooooooo...." The blond mused as he looked around. Kisuke had been climbing down the ladder to the underground room of the Urahara Shōten, to check on Renji and Sado-san, but by his deductions he was no longer in the room, in the Shōten, in Japan, possibly not even on earth anymore.

"It's not Soul Society either... This is very interesting." Throwing up his fan in front of his grin, he decided it was time to go exploring. Starting with the building in front of him that seemed to have the most activity going on in it.

By trace scent of alcohol in the air, he figured it had to be a bar.

Staggering as they stepped through the doorway, Cain and Abel looked around with wide, wary eyes at the bar that was most definitely not their quarters. They were tired, dirty, hungry, and fresh back from a mission. All they wanted to do was eat their fill, have a hot shower until the water ran out, and crash for the next twelve hours. But here they were, in a strange place that was potentially hostile (not like any place on Earth was safe), and the subtle reminder of their leashes in the form of the collars around their necks mostly hidden behind their long white tunic uniforms.

Tense, they stepped into the bar, searching for answers or a way back before their handlers decided they were AWOL and activated their collars.

It was far to warm for the clothes Creed was wearing, but less than ten seconds ago he's been knee deep in fresh snow pack. Now he was staring at the entrance to a bar he'd never heard of somewhere he wasn't familiar with.

"I'm guessing this is going to be one of those when in Rome times," he seemed to be talking to no one until he was answered by a quiet mew form the right pocket of his trench coat, "Yeah, yeah. You're hungry. Don't get me in trouble... yet."

The bar was strangely empty of anyone that didn't already work there. He didn't mind it just meant he'd be served quicker. So it do no time for him to settle into a corner booth with a cold beer and a plate with cut bits of raw steak.

Vic settled back with a quite huff and set a kitten on the table near the dish so the little one could eat.