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John served a glass of Sundrop for Levi and took back the glass of undrunk beer. "Hmm. Well, people always take it differently," he said, referring to the spectacle right outside the window. "Some enjoy seeing the fireworks. My regulars stop thinking of it as the universe ending and just as another speck of reality, but then again those who are my [i]regulars[/i] tend to be well-travelled."

He was thinking of asking the man and the girl how they got here, why, and where they were from, and who is this creator they were talking about: the simple questions, but then the lights dimmed. Not the kind caused by electronic malfunction, John knew. He just checked in on the Engine downstairs a couple of hours ago. This one had a bit of a supernatural feel to it.

He was a bit annoyed, but not the least bit troubled. "A friend of yours?" he asked to the pair.

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The lights, for the moment, dimmed.

People on the bar:
- Sandy Cane, a space bounty huntress, enjoying her fries and hot dog.
- Ziggletrox the Destroyer, a dragon-shaped amoeba, perpetually drunk.

- Levi, a bearded 33-year-old man in a sports jacket, sulking.
- Yylya, a teenage girl with pointed ears.

Chatting with each other:
- 'Sandra', a teenage girl (The Authoress), having a cup of coffee.
- Cledwynn Magouloura, a half-ghost half-mechanical, a bit tense.
- Pridopus, a short figure covered entirely in fabric, awfully hungry.

Staffs
- John, the plain-faced barkeep.
- Robin, a human waitress, serving Sandy Cane from behind the bar.
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