The Intergalactic Häus of Mojo
You’ve travelled for what feels like, many light years. Isolated in space, restricted and unable to visit far away loved ones. You spot a bar, on a strange and primordial planet, and land in need of rest. As you approach it, you are overcome with a sense of familiarity. It appears to be no more than a shack. You see a traveller sauntering over to a taxi, they’re singing at the top of their lungs as they are whipped away. What is this place? You smile and walk through the door. It might look murky, but there is a rack of home brewed cider, strange cocktails and other refreshments. It is well lit aside from the odd dark corner… The atmosphere is warm, relaxed and the bar person is grinning ear to ear.
You step up to the bar, the sound of laughing, cheering, and music fills you ears. Another traveller seems to recognise you, embraces you and pushes a drink into your hand. Welcome home, traveller.