The Secret Masters (and Mistresses) of the Multiverse want nothing more than to shepherd all of the various realities that compose their spheres toward the destinies they have designed. That, and a decent all-you-can-eat pasta bar (or maybe bottomless chicken wings) at the place they hold their secret meetings. It must be private. It must be secure. Free refills, too — that’s a deal-breaker.
Welcome to the second Tales From The Floating VagabondLost Weekend GM-less adventure!