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Bar is reasonably crowded right now!
In the middle of the room, someone's set an electronic music player on a table and the chairs have been shoved aside to make room for dancing.
Most of the counter space is taken up by some sad people who seem to know each other and are having some kind of discussion.
And, nearish to the door, there's some people sitting around a table with mugs of beer (or in one case a shallow bowl) and chatting. There's a few open chairs.
"Never have I ever not been mind-controlled while in my world of origin."
"I take it you're also planning to stay here indefinitely?"
"Till I can fundamentally alter the laws of physics that let that happen, maybe."
"I'm anticipating waking up into the stupid featureless void again but I tend to end up here from there pretty reliably. It's not really a plan. I don't really do plans these days."
"This jerk Raziela had her asshole minion do some obnoxious ritual with my soul and some other people's and put us in this stupid dreamscape thing because she wanted us to go on a quest for her. She got the bright idea that if she separated us and stopped letting us conjure stuff from the dreamscape we'd get tired of the isolation and cooperate. Unfortunately for her, I end up here pretty often. She says she's got time dilation, so she can outwait us, but for all I know that's bullshit and she might well lose her patience first."
"Do you think you’d be able to visit Milliways if you weren’t in the void?"
"Then I guess we can’t know whether to be glad she introduced us."
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