"Urahara..."

"Mm...yes, Ichigo?"

"...Who are these people?"

"Not a clue, not a clue at all. We'll have to find that one out for ourselves."

Ichigo Kurosaki was standing in the doorway of the Shoten, Urahara at his side, as they stared at a group of people sitting around the table. Ichigo didn't care to look at them all, only noted a couple of them; there was a very pale young-looking man sitting silently, and as the clouds shifted and a sunbeam slipped through the door to land on his arm, his skin sparkled like diamonds on that particular spot. He quickly covered it up, seeing as nobody was looking except for Ichigo. Beside him was a person in a dirty brown trench coat and fedora hat, wearing what looked like a white latex mask over their face with inkblot marks on it. Those marks were constantly shifting, moving to make something that looked like expressions; the shapes were moving in a confused pattern, though the person themselves happened to be completely silent. Then there was a young-ish man, looking around his twenties or so, sitting on the chair with his feet on it and his knees pulled up to his chest; he had black hair and round eyes with deep shadows under them, as if he didn't sleep very much. Then there was a very beautiful woman wearing a very low-cut black dress, her hair deep black and her eyes purple with slitted pupils. An odd mark of what looked like a red dragon or snake or something like that eating its tail was right above her breasts, probably a tattoo of some sort. And beside her was another woman with long hair, a very beautiful one but one that looked kind of...well, bitchy, to Ichigo at least. And beside her was a man wearing a long black coat of some sort, with wild red hair and tattoos on his face. He looked around his twenties; damn were there a lot of younger people here. A girl was sitting across from him; her clothes were...odd, to say the least; it was what looked like a latex suit of red and black checker patterns, with a jester's hat colored similarly and with bells on it. These were the odd few that Ichigo spotted first; he decided to listen to Urahara as the man began to speak to them all.

"Alright, attention please," he called, getting their attentions. "Now, I have a few questions about how you all got here. Anyone want to speak? Anyone?" Everybody was just staring blankly at Urahara, before the redheaded man in the black coat started talking.

"Alright, well I was hanging out in The World that Never Was-"

"Wait, what's that?" Ichigo interrupted, before getting a stare.

"You want me to finish?"

"Erm, yeah. Sorry."

"...Anyway, I was hanging out in my room at the castle, getting ready to piss off Larxene and make her think it was Vexen, and then poof! I'm in this guy's backyard." He hooked a thumb at Urahara, who had pulled his fan out to cover the bottom of his face. The red and black checkered girl stood up, starting to talk of her own accord.

"I was just gettin' ready to see Mister J, and then alluvasudden I'm here! Layin' in the dirt!" She creeched, her voice somewhat whiny and getting on Ichigo's nerves. Most everyone began to mumble to one another, save the silent few that were ignoring everyone, before Urahara interrupted again.

"Alright, alright, I think I know what happened. Probably."

Ichigo stared at him, arms crossed over his chest. "And how did it happen, then?"

"That crack we saw in the sky? Probably a wormhole into the places where they came from," He gestured at the table, "which, when destabilizing enough, instantly transported them...erm, here."

"Then how do we get back to where we came from?" The bitchy-looking woman leaned her elbow on the table, staring knives through Urahara. "I have business to attend to. GeneCo isn't going to run itself once daddy croaks, and I don't trust those two idiots to handle things themselves."

"We all have business," The woman with the snake tattoo and the low-cut dress spoke, her voice silky and lovely, though with a rumble of annoyance behind it, "And some of us need to get back to it. Now."

"Slut has a point," The masked person (identifiable now as a man) growled, his voice gritty and almost difficult to understand. The tattooed woman narrowed her eyes at him, but decided not to start something right now, since she needed to know about wherever the hell they were. The sparkly young man spoke now, getting Ichigo's attention on him once again.

"Can we know somehow if others were pulled through with us?" His voice was smooth, before Ichigo remembered that it was a man and looked away. Something weird about that one. Urahara shrugged.

"We've got no way to know unless you find them. And...well, with how the hole..." There was snickering from the table, probably from some of the less mature people there, and Urahara frowned a bit behind his fan. "Alright, I'm calling it a Gate so we can stay on-track. Anyway, with how the Gate is situated...how do I put this..."

Ichigo was staring pointedly at him now. "Put what? Say it Urahara."

"Well...it might lead into all three realms. The Living World, Seireitei, and Hueco Mundo. If that's true, then we might have dozens, maybe even a hundred or so people from other dimensions now thrown into ours."

Ichigo stared at Urahara for a moment, his eye beginning to twitch, before he promptly turned and banged his head on the wall.