And now, for the closing post to this segment of the bar!

The lights flicker back on and reality stabilizes. Cicion walks UP from belowdecks, wiping the GreenyEngineGreaseŠŽŽ off his hands. That should do it! Stabilizer's fixéd! I'm going to clean up the whole place before I open the new thread. So clear out! Patrons scurry out of the bar and wait in their parked ships for a few minutes as Cicion and his robots clean up the place.

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-Traek Cicion, barkeep extraordinaire
"PS: If nothing's working around here, it's because I'm laughing so hard."
-Durandal

...Eery, dark rooms....

the spiders have long moved into the centuries abandoned Bar5, er big spiders...

A pool of light amongst the shadows appears, panning along the wall with purpose, falling after a moment on the big dusty blue and silvery yellow HagrabiscuitŽŠ™ Vending machine.

A group of dark figures so shadowy as to be almost not there sift in casually avoiding the 8 foot meggaspider living in one of the alcoves, and descend on the machine.
The robots from Beeblebrox Enterprises attach a Diodudularservoclamp to the machine and teleport it and themselves out.

The aincent bar falls into silent dissuse

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Oh, so it is another bug hunt then...