"Half of all who wake up get powers, the other half is immunized."

"Oh good immunization, that's– nice. Do they have vaccinations, are people with powers still contagious…?"

"Anyone that survives the agent is safe, it isn't a virus, people still don't know what it is exactly, but they figured out a suppressant that works to make the agent inactive and non-contagious."

"Does that also stop the powers, if they did it on someone with powers?"

… He looks mildly confused.

"No? It just makes the Ternion Agent dormant."

"Right," he says. "Yeah, okay, so I feel like I might have fallen asleep unexpectedly and am now having a weird dream? I don't tend to lucid dream, my dreams don't tend to be as detailed as this, but… yeah." He shrugs. "Basically seems like I'm dreaming."

"That sounds really unimaginative, maybe you are in a coma or in some drug induced hallucination."

"Not helping, Trevor."

"If you are seriously considering this to be a dream, I ask you to still treat it as if real, so you don't do anything stupid that gets anyone hurt."

"I mean, I'm not planning on doing something ridiculously reckless even if I were absolutely assured that this were a dream. I would, probably, at most just really really hope I could fly and see if that works." Pause. "Which it doesn't seem to be. And anyway, there could be some powerful being deciding to mess with me, or I could have had a psychotic break – I don't feel like I've had a psychotic break but never having had one before to the extent of my knowledge it's not like that's any sort of guarantee."

"Well, while you decide if you are locked in a madhouse somewhere, maybe you could come in and have a drink? The first is free."

"And I assume that if this is real then there have been plenty of chances to kill me anyway and unless this is some weird magical thing that can only kill you if you accept a drink or something I will probably be fine."

He considers for a moment, then says, "Okay," and walks further into the bar, looking around slightly curiously.

There is no bartender, instead the bar itself offers him a drink. If he accepts, it will be delicious.

"So, what can you tell us about yourself?"

He does in fact accept, and he gets– an orange drink. Which he eyes slightly warily, but does in fact try, and it actually tastes really good, as is expected.

"I'm Martin! Living in California, USA, high-school senior, college plans underway, it's some date in March, like the fifth or something, I don't usually keep track of the date, um. Aaaanything in particular you want to know?"

"Nothing really? We are just passing the time, Milliways is good for that."

"I… guess it would be with so many possible people to meet."

"We got quite an education on how people across multiple worlds sleep. The three of us are quite a diversified sample on what people use as sleepwear, or in Fenris' case what they don't."

"Trevor, behave."

Martin raises an eyebrow. "Well," he says, looking down and gesturing at his bare torso, "you can see what I wear."

Trevor snorts, he looks down at his own similar get up. "Nice choice, better than 50's dad over here." He gestures at Felix.

He shrugs. "I mean, I wouldn't personally choose to wear that."

"It's comfortable and warm. Not everyone can be immune to cold or damage like these two."

"… And what are your powers? All of you, actually, since you haven't described them?"

"Pyrokinesis and super-speed. Oh, some enhanced durability and regeneration as result of the latter."

"Super-strength, durability and terrakinesis."