[ The video flickers on and it's a steady shot of Felix behind the bar; there's a few clattering noises in the background, maybe even a power-tool whirring. Who's to say? ]
Since coming to this planet, I've heard a lot about who's registered and who's not, who's an imPort and who isn't. Maybe the rest of you have too. [ He waves a hand as if to dismiss the whole thing. ]
Except I don't really see why it matters. As imPorts, we're all
not from around here. And whether we're imPorts or natives, we all have to deal with the same bullshit.
So my partner and I—[ Hi; he's the one behind the camera! ]
—decided a good way to get past all that bullshit is to have a place where anyone can go and it doesn't matter what world you came from or what you've got tattooed on your hand.
We call it Osiris. It's a restaurant here in Maurtia Falls. Right now, we mostly serve Mexican food—it's just us, we make what we know— [ Locus huffs, the sound is all too clear. We?! What a load. ]
with a few other Latino dishes thrown in. But as we grow, so will the menu. [ It probably won't grow much more. But, anything's possible! ]
Folks looking to drink, don't worry, the bar's stocked. Come in for lunch or dinner. Hell, feel free to inquire about private parties. Anyone's welcome. Think of us like.... Shit, what was that old Earth country that never took a side in wars? Iceland? Norway? Siber—[ There's another long suffering noise from out of frame. ]...Switzerland.
We're Switzerland! We don't care who you are. We just want you to have a good time. Our grand opening's next weekend, in honor of Dia de los Muertos. We'll be having music and specials on meals and drinks. Stop in. First drink's on the house. [ There's a brief pause and the image shakes slightly, then tilts. Still from off-screen; ] This is ridiculous and I don't see the point. Either they will come or they won't. There's more information below.[ And with that, the feed clicks off and there is a link included with location, menu, and info about the three day celebration. ]