OoC: LOOK AT ME IM POSTING BECAUSE I AM NO LONGER PROCRASTINATION WOOHOO
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BiC: Ejnar started to wander along the halls. All was quiet, though every now and then a sound was heard from behind one of the various doors; boy, were there a lot of doors! Moving his head back and forth, he examined each one. They all seemed to be made of the same material, same shape, same size, same everything. He decided he'd try and actually get somewhere, rather than wander along these halls forever. Sheathing his claws, he opened a door slowly.

He nearly let out a cub-like yelp as an enormous vine shot out of the door and buried itself in the opposite wall. Buds started to slither out of the larger vine, connected to smaller vines, and they opened to reveal thousands of tiny little teeth. Fascinated, Ejnar stared at it until it started to hiss, and decided that it was time to leave. The vine slithered slowly, almost dejectedly, back into the door and he closed the door quickly, breathing hard. Shaking his head once more, he explored a bit more.

Finding a door that didn't seem so sinister, he turned the knob and opened his mouth to shout a hello to anyone. Suddenly, something flew into his open maw and Ejnar closed it immediately. What in the hell?

Opening his mouth, a small pixie flew out and landed onto his nose. It glowed a green and yellow tint, and was dressed in a small tunic and boots. Crossing his eyes to see correctly, Ejnar looked and saw that it was a female. She gave a little turn of her heel and huff and puff, and flew off into the door. Blinking, he gave off a gruff little growl and slammed the door. Where the hell am I?

As he walked a bit farther down the hall, the vestibules of his archaic mind cranking on, he heard talking and laughing coming from a slightly open door. Nosing it open, he found himself in an enormous cafeteria. Hanging from the ceiling was a beautifully elegant chandelier, the many arms of which were encrusted with jewels of every shape and kind. He noticed it swaying, and saw a few small elves tottering on the very top of it, cheeks flushed from drunkenness. They seemed to be singing some merry little ditty. He felt a tugging at his fur, and looked down irritably to see another one of the elves, this time sober, pulling at his leg, a small piece of parchment in his other hand.

"Mister...mister bear?" The elf stared up at him. "A message, a message!" Annoyed by his tinny little voice, Ejnar brushed him aside with a paw and walked into the room. There were many different people inside the vast cafeteria, of all races, skin colors, builds, sizes...anything you could think of. Padding up to one table, Ejnar tapped a man on his shoulder. "'Scuse me. What is this damned place, anyways?" The man turned around from a sandwich he was eating, and adjusted his spectacles on his wizened little nose. He was an old man, to be sure, and he seemed to be a scholarly one, at that. A long, white beard flowed from his chin and his hair was a regal silver color. Squinting through his small glasses, a smile came to his face. "Jhans? No, that can't be Jhans. But a Panserbjørn, yes, a Panserbjørn!" He smiled once more. Scanning the crowd, he turned back to Ejnar. "Hmm..I suppose she'll teach you.."

Ejnar was getting quite annoyed and tired of this old man, however nice he seemed to be. "Who is supposed to teach me? Who is 'she'?" He winced as the man started to laugh maniacally, and vanished in a puff of smoke. Ejnar growled. Stupid place, with it's stupid.. He shook his head. He seemed to be doing this more often; maybe a method to rid himself of his negative thoughts? Who knew.

He padded slowly over to another table, and tabbed a small woman on her shoulder. She turned around, and winced, grounding her teeth, to see a bear. Ejnar sighed. It was either an insane elder or a frightened woman. Putting on some sort of a smile (though it looked quite like he was in pain), he asked the woman about this strange place. "Could you tell me exactly where I am?" When he spoke, his enormous teeth showed, and the woman let out a little yelp and dashed off, only to hide at another table. Ejnar growled again, and let out a roar that temporarily silenced the cafeteria. Within seconds, though, all were back in comfort, talking as though nothing had happened. Ejnar was on the verge of turning on his heel and just leaving this place, unless he got some hard results.

A dwarvish-looking fellow came up to him, looking much like the elf he had batted away at the start of his strange encounter with this place, though slightly taller and with a more rustic look to him, bowed and pulled a piece of parchment tenderly out of some nook or cranny of his deep red beard. Smiling, he held it up to Ejnar's face. "No!" He yelled out. "I don't want your stupid paper! I want to know where the hell I am!" The dwarven fellow smiled once again, and spoke out in a rough voice. "Why, you're in the Dome, of course! A mystical place, it spans across many universes. I recall a fellow just like yerself, a Panserbjørn, he was. By the name of...what was it, now...Pans? Franz?" He scratched his head. "Oh yes, 'twas Jhans. I suspect Cadenza should be here shortly." Winking mystically, he walked off with a slight swagger. Ejnar felt a little better, knowing where he was and who to look for. Remembering that he didn't really know what this Cadenza person even looked like, he slapped his head. Come on, Ejnar. You're smarter than that, right?

He proceeded to walk through the gigantic cafeteria, asking one after another if he or she (or it, for that matter) went by the name "Cadenza". Getting irritated with this wild goose chase, he began to sound more and more tired and he started to think that this may have been a fruitless search in the first place.

Why did I even have to go into that idiotic golden door in the first place? Wait, don't be stupid, Ejnar. You would've died out there in Svalbard. Even if this is stupid, you're still alive. I just wish I could find this Cadenza person...I'm growing tired of this search.

Coming to the other end of the cafeteria, he suddenly saw a woman walk in with three of those dwarven messengers at her heel. She turned to look at him, and there was a moment when their eyes met; it was realization.