The Bar at the End of the Universe

Mark was bored. As a general rule, this didn't bode well for the bar at large. Thankfully though, his 'more advanced years' gave him a modicum of patience about the feeling.

in an attempt to distract himself, he was currently lounged in one of the booths near the back, strumming at an electric guitar attached to a small amp. The music could be heard a distance away, but wasn't obnoxious by any stretch of the imagination.

Unless someone had something against the Kinks.

Once again, the door opened.

A barely dressed young woman waltzed in. She didn't seem terribly bothered by the fact she was in a bar, though she looked around with the look of someone looking...for someone.

She didn't speak. She had the ability, but being unable to hear herself, she generally didn't use her voice.

She glanced back to see the wall, no door. With a sigh, she sauntered over to the bar, and sat down, eyes scanning the people.

She had no doubt someone she knew would be there already, or come along shortly after. She wasn't the least bit worried.

She'd done the univeral time warp a time or two already.

There was a new fort (think treehouse, minus the tree) out behind the bar proper, near the forest. It hadn't been painted, or really all that sturdy, when the brilliant minds behind the idea finished building it. But once a certain pair of princesses decided they wanted to play in it, the Fort (now deserving of capitals) seemed to come to life- walls straightened themselves, painted in a bright, cheerful palate. The inside was lined with pillows and fabrics to make it more comfortable for the princesses, and even had a box of dress-up clothes already inside, something that made the girls squeal and clap their delight.

Currently, there was a tea party going on, and while only the two were in attendance, it is open invitation- so long as you don't have cooties.

All at once, there was a disturbance in the bar, as the illusion of a door opened, and two little girls danced their way in. They were about six years old, wearing pink leotards, long dark hair pulled back in pigtail braids. It only took them about 2.7 seconds to realise they were in a strange place, both of them going wide eyed.

The bolder of the two stepped forward, as if to shield her sister, as they took in their surroundings. "A bar? Really." She said in spanish, as the other girl looked on. She tugged at the other one's sleeve, hands moving in a blur, signing a litany of questions, Where are we? Where is mami? How did we get here?