The Bar at the End of the Universe

It's not too cold out today, but there's quite a bit of cloud cover. Following the success of the shaped pancakes on Tuesday, Dinah's following up with more pancakes, although this time a particaularly sweet variety.

Breakfast Specials
Chocolate Nut Pancakes
German Sausage
Half a grapefruit

"What can I getcha?"

The mornings can only get earlier from now on. On the morning after the longest night of the year, Dinah is behind the bar, rice all white smile and sparkling blue dress.


"What can I getcha?"

It's a bright and early Thursday morning, and Dinah is behind the Bar again, with a smile as bright as the dawning sun on the frost outside.

The door doesn't open, it disappears, revealing blackness beyond. Some sort of long, dark tunnel.

Anyone looking out into the tunnel may believe that they can see a light in the distance. A light that grows bigger and brighter at breakneck speed. The light of the end of that tunnel is indeed an oncoming train.

Luckily, though, when that train comes closer, it is in fact Dinah, who hurtles into the bar and just about manages to bring herself into a spin and stop without falling over or knocking any tables or chairs over.

"Well, that was unexpected."

She pats down her tiny little blue gingham skirt with the air of someone dusting off breadcrumbs, and adjusts her little white lacey hair piece as she scans the bar, a smile lighting up her face.

When he eyes fall on the door, her smile positively gleams.

"Ain't that a turn up for the books," she adds to herself, satisfied.

Dinah is back in the bar. Who wants to welcome her back?

Dinah's in the bar, getting ready to serve breakfast, when she sees it.

The door.

Instead of writing up the breakfast specials, she just stands behind the bar, staring straight at the door which she would swear wasn't there a minute ago.

She might serve you if you prodded her or something.

Dinah is there behind the bar again, ready to serve the early Sunday risers.

"What'll you have?"

Dinah's noticed the general air of foreboding around the bar, and she's dealing with it the only way she knows how:fresh orange juice,  a bright smile and an ear willing to listen to anyone's problems.

"What'll you have?"

After an exciting weekend, in which Dinah most definitely did observe the wedding and reception, she's behind the bar and ready to serve breakfast.


"What'll you have?"

Bright and early again, the bar's resident dining car is behind the bar, setting out juice, sugar, sauces, all the things one needs for a good breakfast at the end of the Universe, the specials already written up on the chalk board:


"What'll you have?"

At a slightly later than normal time, Dinah's ready to serve breakfast or brunch to anyone recovering from Saturday night

Breakfast Specials
Full English
Continental
Half a grapefruit

The dining car glides behind the bar, with her usual bright smile.

"What'll you have?"

Before her first shift, Dinah's been busying herself behind the Bar and in the kitchen, acquainting herself with all the rats and the mechanics of the place. It was a surprise to discover the bar was magical for one.

Taking it in her stride, or glide as the case maybe, she writes the following up on the specials board:

And once again there is a dining car.

Dinah's finally got a little bored with just standing around, so she's occupying herself by clearing empty glasses from tables. Not that the wait rats aren't doing a good job or anything, but really, in a bar, if you don't eat or drink, what else is there to do?

There's a dining car in the bar, still.

It's fairly easy to get bored if you need neither sleep nor food. She'd love to talk to someone to take her mind off things.