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It's noon. Or as close to noon as the asteroid on which Milliways was built ever gets. And as the not quite real sun heaves itself to directly overhead, the change sweeps over the building, inside and out. The entire Bar- walls, floor, furniture, everything- breaks out in a profusion of Legos, Capselas, Meccanoblox, and every other construction toy imaginable. And Ellen, who had been practicing hitting straw-stuffed mannequins with a hockey stick for reasons of her own, finds herself dropped directly behind the Bar. A vidwindow pops up in front of him, and in front of every other patron to enter:
Hello! Welcome to Milliways. Today, Milliways marks the Cybertronian holiday of Cubefall, the anniversary of the day upon which the Allspark first landed on the rocky world that would become Cybertron. Would you like to sample some possible reconfigurations? (y/n)
Ellen's has the additional line:
Since we're a bit low on Cybertronian patrons this year, you got nominated to do the explaining.
Ellen would say something about this, but she's got vidwindows popping up in front of her. And while some of them are okay, well...
( Vidwindows! Yay! )
"The Genghis Khan thing is starting to get old, you know."
Hello! Welcome to Milliways. Today, Milliways marks the Cybertronian holiday of Cubefall, the anniversary of the day upon which the Allspark first landed on the rocky world that would become Cybertron. Would you like to sample some possible reconfigurations? (y/n)
Ellen's has the additional line:
Since we're a bit low on Cybertronian patrons this year, you got nominated to do the explaining.
Ellen would say something about this, but she's got vidwindows popping up in front of her. And while some of them are okay, well...
"The Genghis Khan thing is starting to get old, you know."