The Grand Cooperative (Round One: Waiting Room Bar & Grill)

The universe was stranger than it had right to be; a fatal trap came rushing upon them like the 'last drinks' order at the bar. Mediacraci looked up from their drink.

"What is this, anyway?"

"Mead." In front of the bar, Prometheus the magical box robot of some description tottered a bit. The single stein placed precariously on top its surface wobbled dangerously. "Honey wine."

"Mmm." Mediacraci took another sip, and winced. "It's very... odd."

"It is a recipe brewed in the village I once called home. There is none like it." The wizard glares suspiciously at the bartender. "How it has come across the ages and times to here and now, I do not know." His voice lowered, touching the floor. "I am not yet convinced that I am not dreaming."

"Well, you'd know if you were dreaming, wouldn't you?" They drank together this time, one deeply, one shallowly. "Pinch yourself yet?"