[Hei appears, looking rather irritated, and promptly heads off along the Astral Plane, walking with a purpose and looking like he's searching for something.]

By M11, I think...

[Keeps walking, mostly in silence, though he mutters to himself occasionally. After a bit he comes upon his telescope and his expression darkens. The telescope has been knocked over and is lying on its side. Hei crouches down, sighing heavily.]

This on top of the rest of it...

[Disappears for a moment, coming back with a toolkit and a bag of sandwiches. He settles down and starts going to work on his poor, beat-up telescope.]

[Firo comes and goes in the bar, cleaning and arranging things, vanishing with broken chairs and reappearing with new ones, replacing tables and cleaning up glass until the place is a weird combination of speakeasy chic and Gunsmoke classic-old-west-bar. And then he starts showing up with food.

The alcohol comes later, once he's arranged various things on various tables--glass centerpieces and fancy ash trays. He's having fun, bringing in some of the best hooch the Alveare has to offer. Finally, he leans out the doorway of the bar and gives a piercing whistle.]

H'lo! Anyone there? Throwing myself a welcoming wingding and it would curve to have it all to myself. Don't want all this food to go to waste!



[[It's a party! So yes, the usual rules apply--threadhopping, drinking, eating, being merry, etcetera!]]