Jack and Jay clustered (two-person style) around the slowly steaming impact zone.
"You touch it," said Jack nervously.
"No, you. Poke it with a stick or something."
"It kind of looks human."
"And long dead. Really long dead."
"Yeah."
The argument was reluctantly ended as the heavens lit up again, and another object shot forth from the skies, landing next to the first. It appeared to be a sign, only slightly burnt by its hasty arrival. Leaning closer, Firefox read the following enstricption:
This is the long dead body of Mr. Continuity.
Dead from being shot and maimed and hurled through space repeatedly.
If found, please return to Plotline Hotline.
The postage is prepaid.
"Uhh... who's Mr. Continuity?" asked Jack, being not long experienced with the doings of the Tavern.
"Dunno. Maybe there's something in his wallet here that'll help."
"How did you...? Oh, never mind. Sure, let's take a look."
A quick examination of the wallet of Mr. Continuity was conducted, revealing little more than a postmortem, a certificate of frequent dyer's miles, a "Cat in the Hat" style hat, and a resignation notice written by GenEX to a job on some far off planet.
"No, wait, here's a secret pocket."
Included within the secret pocket was a series of documents, giving detailed explanations of exactly what happened during the recent long times of Tavern-inoccupation, how all unresolved plot threads had been cleared up, and why people left the Tavern or story at random intervals.
"Good to get that taken care of, I guess," remarked Jack, shrugging melodramatically.
"Yeah. I guess now we just need a plot of some kind. Or a bartender. Whichever comes first."

Meh. Not one of my better works, but it's always good to tie things into continuity. So to speak. (And before any complains, I know that Blagagnga was the shoot/maim/hurl guy, and that he's dead, but I'm sure there's some perfectly logical reason for Continuity to be here.)