You call from help for a couple of minutes, until your our eyes stop on an old movie poster on the bulletin board:
Alien. In space, no one can hear you scream.
The irony is stunning.
The pub has windows, but they're protected by finely crafted wrought-iron window grilles. They seem to be very sturdy, although they can definitely be forced open with some power tool.
~pseudoriemann wrote (thread):
(I'm not sure about the lore of the pub, are we actually in space?)
Surely there must be some power tools lying around here somewhere. I try to see if there is a staff area and look through any closets and drawers I come across.