With a brief, rushing pop noise, an individual materialized just by the dartboard, about a foot in the air. He crashed onto the hardwood, his petticoat and long chestnut locks in a tangle. Briefly dazed, the individual stood up shakily, affixing his brassed, antiquated looking goggles to his forehead. His vision sharpening into focus, he took a step back and laid his hand upon his Wheellock Repeater holstered on his leg, trying to make sense of the motley crew of interdimensional beings seated at the bar before him. Some looked quizzically at him, others were thoroughly unphased at such an occurrence. One thing was certain, however: his experiment was a success; the inter-dimensional fold drive worked! It seemed as if these individuals were just patrons sipping on beverages... this was a pub! Suffering slight disbelief, the steam-punk bedecked male loosened up, straightening out his distinguished attire and locks, hanging his petticoat upon a convenient coat rack and taking a seat next to a ragged, red-hooded female and a supernatural-looking fellow who seemed to have half of his face melted away.
The human male breathed a sigh of relief. Despite the oddities and sheer mathematical improbabilities of ending up at an interdimensional bar, he counted himself lucky that he didn't end up, say, in an eldrich dimension. He raised his hand slightly at the anthropomorphic, canine-looking barkeep in a gesture of greeting. He spoke in a pleasant, baritone Lancashire accent.
"I suppose I'll have a drink to the occasion, eh? I'll have a pint of stout, if you carry that." The man laid several pence upon the counter. "Call me Webley. Forgive me, but you all seem like a bunch of... fascinating individuals."
