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[acertainpov]

 We're sorry, Milliways.

But Obi-Wan Kenobi has a song stuck in his head. 

He's not doing anything crass like humming or singing it out loud. In fact, he's just sitting quietly at the bar, reading from a datapad and drinking.

It's just that the Force is now echoing with it, and as we all know the Force can have a strong influence on the weak minded, so...

....we're sorry, Milliways.

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[lonesome_moonflower]

An enormous bird, bigger than the bar building and vaguely approximating the shape and coloration of a giant lumpy flamingo, appears over the lake mid-flight. Surprised by the abrupt transition, it lets out a squawk that turns into a cough, disgorging something green and comparatively small from its beak into the Caribbean inlet. It flaps its tremendous wings onward towards the mountains, reappears on the other side of the mountains with another confused squawk, and makes a few more passes over the bar grounds -- dropping something near the gardens that will keep them in fertilizer for weeks, once the horticulturally inclined patrons get it off the roof of that shed -- before finding the portal and vanishing once more.

Wormwood bobs to the surface and starts flailing uncoordinatedly around in the water, with absolutely no idea how to propel themself to the shore. Being made of wood, they're not going to sink any time soon and they're aware enough of this not to panic, but they've never learned how to swim; the waters of their world have shadowy horrors in their depths, so even floating is a new experience. A strawberry-coloured, waitrat-sized bug with black spots and a fuzzy yellow mustache floats up beside them, spits out a plume of water, and bites Wormwood on the wrist.