The Bar at the End of the Universe

Ray makes his way into the Bar with Francis the robot dog at his heels. He's humming something cheerful to himself, and he's got a New York Aquarium hat on. Once again, someone pulled him aside and had a word with him before he left; he does not, in fact, smell like fish. It's Francis' rapid head-swiveling and flashing of the yellow eye-light that alerts him to the fact that the bar's positively crawling with new faces even beyond the ones he met yesterday. He grins. "Oh, cool. I can't wait to see how this turns out."

He heads upstairs and returns with an eye-swimmingly complex structure of Magnetix pieces. Certain of the parts do not appear to entirely exist at the moment, a fact which seems to be giving him puzzlement; perhaps some passer-by might take an interest?