"Nope, gods aren't real. We're aliens and this is a magic interdimensional bar." 

"They're not? How do you know?"

"How do you know they are? Have you ever met one?"

"No, but I've seen some of the things they made before they left. They light up or kill you or just... exist and are made out of materials that aren't natural."

"Yeah, that sounds more like 'you got visited by aliens' than 'gods'. Even in places that have religions I've never heard of gods just leaving." 

"Excuse me, what are gods?"

"The people who created the world and could do amazing things and then went to visit the other stars or something."

"...advanced aliens," Dion concludes. "Weird to think about humans being the primitive ones in that setup—sorry, are you human? I assumed."

"Yeah, I am. What's the difference between advanced aliens and gods?"

"Youuu shouldn't worship advanced aliens?" Dion says, in a what-do-I-have-to-explain-now sort of tone. "And they probably didn't do everything the stories say, like, they probably didn't create the planet, just put things on it, maybe terraformed it a little..." 

"...Next you'll be telling me they're not even the definition of goodness."

Dion sighs.

"No, they're not. Are you going to make me explain morality again? And—why do you two look weirdly similar, anyway?" 

Bewildered shrug.

Even more bewildered shrug.

"Uh, what?"

"You and him—" pointing between them "—look like the same face copied in two different holos," he tells Vaayo. "It's weird. Hey, is your name Valanda too?"

"I'm Vaayo and my hair is not that color and... he's... taller. I guess it is kind of weird. Anyway why would you be explaining morality?"

"Because in Valanda's world they haven't invented it."

"In mine they have but people say it's all about the gods. Okay, so you don't think the gods are important, and you're from... some other planet? And this place just kidnapped me for some reason?"

"Yeah, it does that. You can get back through that door but you should talk to the Bar first, she has books from all the worlds and can sell you cool stuff." 

He goes up to the bar. "Hey, Bar, do you know why Valanda and Vaayo look alike?"

A napkin appears with an explanation of alts; he shows it to the two Valandas. (Sorry, Vaayo, but Valanda was here first so Dion's brain designated him the default version.) 

"Thanks. What currency does she use and... hm. Can I do anything to earn money here?"

I accept every currency in existence, Bar napkins. Jobs available to patrons, depending on qualifications, include Security and janitorial work. I can take applications for both, but I'm not authorised to hire the former on my own recognisance. 

"I'll do either."

Bar provides an application form for Vaayo to fill out. 

Meanwhile, Dion starts quizzing her about whether she's ever met any of his alts. 

I can't recall. 

"Aw." 

Right on cue, the door opens, and in walks a brown-skinned 10-year-old in a faded blue tunic. 

"WHOA." He runs in, leaving the door to swing shut behind him. "Hi! I'm Nino! Who are you?" 

"Valanda. Hello."