fedi karaoke night
a couple glaceons who don't fit in the bar just kind of peeking through the window
a small portion of the grey goo is assuming a humanoid form and exchanging business cards with representatives from the other hive minds. grace is distracted because she's also hustling some poor kid from trollian at pool
someone's explaining to the staff that yes, there is a caracal here, but he's with us
garf is making the worst jokes you can imagine loud enough that everyone has to hear while also killing at pub trivia
a few of the robots are taking turns charging from the only accessible outlet