The Bar at the End of the Universe

It is always interesting when one exits to the wings of the stage, only to find oneself, not amongst those hired to help during the performance, but suddenly in the wide expanse of a rather sizable drinking establishment.

Had he not been to this place before, he might be quite a bit more baffled by the experience, instead, he takes it in stride and makes his way to the bar for a drink.

[OOM: Angier's Journal - he's seen Borden's new illusion.]

I can't believe he's done it. He's a dreadful showman, but he has an illusion that audiences love. And I can't figure out how he's done it. I'll have to ask Cutter to come along to a performance.

And I'm back in this - this - pub with the strange people and the window of falling stars.

Victorian era stage magician standing near the bar looking a little glum. He's missing his family and on his fourth cup of tea.

He's stirring his tea with one hand and fanning a deck of cards with the other.

Perhaps he should not have partaken of the chocolate he had been given earlier. Perhaps he should have been more cautious. Perhaps he should have stayed in his room.

He did none of those things.

As he enters the bar, he takes a good look around, then takes several running steps and slides across the floor. He's wearing only socks on his feet, you see.

He whoops and hollers and seems to be genuinely enjoying himself...



what or who might he bump into along the way?

It has taken him several days, but he has managed to convince himself that it is okay to return to the main bar itself. He approaches the counter and, with mild trepidation, asks the following:

"Might I acquire a blank journal and a pen, please?"

He waits patiently and startles when the items appear on the counter.

"Thank you. And might I also have a cup of tea and a plate of chocolate wafers?"

He is cautious and specific about his requests, for fear he might be served the vile beverage he had the first night he entered the bar. He would rather not try that again.

The tea and cookies are next to the journal and pen and Robbie takes a moment to coordinate his items and locate an empty table at which he might sit and write.

[pre-Milliways]

...in a strange drinking establishment.

There are chairs and tables and a bar and patrons of all varieties.

Robbie, himself, is dressed in his typical clothing style - mostly very different from everyone he can see.

He recognizes that the place is a bar or tavern, but he doesn't think it's from 1892.