REAL WORLD: PART THREE Homeward Bound ... - Whoa is (Not)
REAL WORLD: PART THREE Homeward Bound ... - Whoa is (Not)
REAL WORLD: PART THREE Homeward Bound ... - Whoa is (Not)
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“And th<strong>is</strong>,” Zeran Laivon announced, “<strong>is</strong> Joe’s – The Restaurant at the End of the Space-Time Continuum.<br />
Hungry”<br />
“Yeah,” Luke said, gazing at the little building before them. The three of them had been walking ever since,<br />
and he wanted some place to rest h<strong>is</strong> feet.<br />
Joe’s was a more friendly-looking place in the daytime than it was at night, not that Luke had ever seen it at<br />
night. Zeran pushed open the doors and they entered, to be hit at once by the cheery jukebox music.<br />
Glass windows covered most of the walls, letting in on all sides the strange radiance of the Nexus. At night,<br />
the encompassing darkness gave the place a surreal feeling; those customers who didn’t like it could make<br />
use of the wooden blinds that hung, rolled-up, at intervals along each large window.<br />
The assortment of creatures that filled the restaurant reminded Luke of the Mos E<strong>is</strong>ley Cantina back home.<br />
Joe’s was located in several universes at the same time, as well as in the Nexus. It was to those other<br />
universes what other universes were to the Nexus; people would just walk in from either end of the street,<br />
enter the restaurant, and leave the same way, van<strong>is</strong>hing into the rest of their world once they left th<strong>is</strong> stretch<br />
of road.<br />
Faceless waiters with bowties moved soundlessly through the restaurant, serving patrons. They were the<br />
height of an average human being, and real<strong>is</strong>ing th<strong>is</strong> reminded Luke with a jolt that he was now physically a<br />
child. They looked so tall to him; in fact, a lot of things did now.<br />
There was something darkly nostalgic about that. Either way, it put things into a new perspective.<br />
Zeran led the way through the crowd and went up to the bar-cum-reg<strong>is</strong>ter. “Hi, Tom,” ae greeted.<br />
Tom the bartender grunted. “What d’you want”<br />
“Uh, give me a Pepsi. And…” Zeran turned to Luke. “Ever tasted churkey”<br />
“No,” Luke said.<br />
“Okay, and he’ll have the roast churkey set, and…”<br />
Tom planted the Pepsi can on the counter. “2 PH for the drink, and you know you’re not supposed to order<br />
food here. The waiters are there for a reason.”<br />
“Those things are freaky,” Zeran said. “I mean, what’s with the bowties”<br />
Tom glared. “They do their job.”<br />
Zeran shrugged, paid up, took the Pepsi, and they went off in search of an empty table.<br />
One of the faceless bowtie-wearing waiters came up to them when they were seated, and waited silently for<br />
their order.<br />
“’kay, we’ll have one roast churkey set for Luke here, one grilled raynf<strong>is</strong>h for me, and a small Portman pizza<br />
and one glass of Beatlejuice for her,” Zeran said, averting aer eyes from the waiter’s bowtie.<br />
< We’re out of Beatles, > telepath<strong>is</strong>ed the waiter.<br />
Tasel looked d<strong>is</strong>appointed. “All four of them”<br />
< Yes. ><br />
“Oh, all right then,” she said. “Replace that with a dinkberry smoothie.”<br />
The waiter glided off silently.