At the bar, there sits a girl with a long copper-colored braid, slight and beautifully-complected and wearing khakis and an oversized pullover. Next to her is an enormous man, darker and looking at her (worshipfully) and the rest of their surroundings (suspiciously), wearing a brown uniform that is held on entirely via the cunning application of magnets. She has a glass of something fizzy and gold and he's got a Coke in its can.
So when he opens the door and does not find his study, he practically jumps at the chance to not be stuck, in this plane, with these people. After he scries the hell out of the bar, that is, just to be certain nothing is going to kill him and it is definitely another plane, and not an illusion or the result of a very persistent mage that was particularly offended by his study. Nope, it is - definitely a bar. That is attached to a very bizarrely shaped plane.
He steps inside, looks around, and then walks carefully to the bar, obviously confused. Curious, but confused.
The girl at the bar looks over her shoulder when he opens the door the first time and waves.
"Excuse me," he asks, in English (because his people have never heard of this place, he'd have noticed.) "do you speak English?"
There is a distinctly interesting quality to her statement.
It's very... true.
"And - are you from Earth?"
"This bar is an interdimensional hub. There's plenty of Earths. Mine has vampires and it's currently the year 2029. What's yours like?"
"I - don't remember the year, I'm not from it, but - er, witches that fly on cloudpines, have ritual magic - does it have the same quirk with daemons?"
At home, Vernaia has stirred from her pining over the mirror to tap the door. Don't forget the magic talking bird, the magic talking bird is wondering why you are confused and also why you're not in the study.
"- Speaking of, hold on..." He turns around, opens the door, and in wanders Vernaia.
".... Um?"
"Interdimensional hub. There are multiple Earths," he explains.
"Oh." The kagu looks around at all of the people, a little nervously. Adarin scoops her up, deposits her on his lap, and sits at the bar, daemon peeking out over the table. "Hi," she says.
"My world doesn't have those," says Elspeth. "Hello to you too."
"I'm Vernaia, it's nice to meet you. I'm his magic talking bird soul. I'm kind of new to existing, but that's okay, I'm coping."
Jake coughs.
"And if you care, I'm a princess."
"I'm Adarin," clarifies Adarin. "Princess of - what, exactly?"
"The Golden Empire. My Earth has a vampire shadow government that my mother is Empress of."
"New Kystle's probably more alarming, considering. Especially when you factor in your mom," says Vern.
"... Fair," he admits. "Is it a nice vampire shadow government?"
Vern snickers.
"She is going to research and then implement immortality, I am going to take cues from Earth technology and use it to help equalize non-mages and get mages to be less - completely terrible to them."
"Cool. My mama's working on slowly turning the entire human population into vampires for immortality. I handle that department myself, actually."
"... Isabella will probably want to know that. Immediately. Are there pros and cons to being a vampire? Besides immortality and - my translation's saying something about drinking blood? That sounds messy."
"Huh, Isabella's my mama's name, too... There are lots of pros and cons. It's all consensual and vampires aren't allowed to eat humans anymore. There's pamphlets. Do you want to see them?"
"... Long brown hair, brown eyes, fair skin?" muses Vernaia.