"Okay yeah I guess that'd be hard. It's just—sad."

Meteor grows quiet, looks down at his notebook. "Yeah... I suppose it is...." 

"You know, my brother gave me this notebook. A gift, no strings attached. He's always doing things like that-- a nice person. Like you. Gets himself in trouble all the time because of it. I always thought he was nuts. Never occurred to me that he might be the sane one, in a system full of crazies..."

"I dunno who's crazy or what. I just know that helping people is nice and good and more people should do it, and I'm glad I do it."

"Hell, my ribs and I are sure glad you do it too! You helpful people are pretty great. Maybe I should give the whole 'nice' thing a try too, huh? Not sure how I'd start, though. I have a bad habit of causing more trouble than I fix, most times."  

"I'm not sure. I'm actually paid for this job here in Milliways—I'm on a break now, there's probably someone else at the infirmary, but when I decide to go back enough time will have passed there that it'll be my shift again. Milliways is helpful like that."

"How did you get your job here? Maybe I can help around here too? I don't have any medical skill, but..."

"Well no one really knows who or what picks who gets doors or when or anything like that, but I learned about stuff here and asked Bar about job opportunities and she told me about this one. I never really know when I'm going to get a door, after I leave Milliways, but this is like my seventh time."

"I see. In that case, I'll also go ask Bar about working here right away. Thank you for chatting with me, Mary. And, thanks again for patching me up, even if it was your job and all. You're... very nice."

Meteor gets up and walks back over to Bar. He sits down in his old spot, in front of his drink. "Hey Bar. Mary says that sometimes you have job openings. Is there anything I could do for you?"

The main jobs here are security and infirmary. Which one do you think you'd be most suited for? You will never encounter a situation your skills are not sufficient to handle but you'll be paid according to them.

"Umm, Counter-Top, I don't know if you can see me, but I'm, ah, rather obviously not well suited for security work. And I don't have any medical skill. If you need someone to clean, or maybe write for a local newspaper? I'm also good with computers, I could work as a sysadmin or tech support... do you have computers here, or is everything magic?"

I would not say I can see you, but your physical prowess need not be the sole thing you would use; you could conceivably have resources I cannot perceive. Unfortunately those other positions aren't available—everything here is magically cleaned, and there's no such thing as a local newspaper when time doesn't pass at consistent rates between different rooms. Some rooms and people have computers, but nothing that's officially a part of this establishment.

Heh, and I thought robots were bad for the job market... Magic isn't perfect, I guess.

Meteor sighs and returns to his drink. This is all a lot to take in, and now that he's here, he's not sure what to do with himself. He takes a swig of that fizzy green stuff, and it's just as delicious as he remembers. He opens up his notebook and sketches an image of the bar area while he thinks.

Someone takes a seat next to him. "What an interesting place."

Normally Meteor would never speak to a stranger out of the blue, but the weirdness of this place is starting to warp his habits. He glances over at the girl next to him and smiles. "Heh, yeah it is... Is this your first time here, too?" 

"Oh you can bet it is." She looks around and laughs a little disbelievingly. "This is insane."

Meteor joins in her incredulous cheer, "Haha, oh thank god, I'm not the only one who thinks this is crazy! The people here are all so calm about their surprise magical tavern, it's freaking me out." 

"They've probably found interdimensional bars more often than we have."

Meteor's expression grows large with comical mock-alarm, "You mean there are more of these places than just Miliways?! Oh gods, I don't know if I can handle that. One physics-defying diner is enough for me, thank you!"

"I'm Meteor, by the way. What's your name?" 

"I'm Meinn. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Meteor regards her for a moment. Is the multiverse somehow densely populated with beautiful women, or does Miliways invite them disproportionately often? "Pleasure's all mine, Meinn. So, where are you from?"

"I'm not so sure the answer will be informative but for what it's worth I'm from a fairly wealthy family that lives in a fairly wealthy town in the kingdom of Laokab on a planet called Galatea."

"Ha, you're right, that doesn't mean much to me. I'm from Callisto, a small moon orbiting the plant Jupiter. I'm neither wealthy nor the subject of a kingdom, Callisto's government is a bureaucracy. Does your world have magic? Mary over there says that in her world, girls get granted wishes that give them magical abilities." 

"My world does have magic and it's not gendered, but it's pretty rare. Only one out of a few hundred people get it, more or less. No wishes involved."

Meteor nods, "My world has no magic at all. I'm fascinated by all the strange new things I'm learning. Do you mind if I take notes?" He waves his notebook a little to illustrate, "I'd love to hear all about your world."

"Sure, but I'm not sure I paid much attention to my history lessons so what I know's a bit patchy."