The Lunatic Cafe

The world, or rather her world is about to go on the brink of war. The Circle of the Black Thorn, The Order of Aurelius , and Glorificus's Minions had made an unholy alliance with North Korean and Iranian Governments to start World War III. Lilah Morgan, the head of The Initiative as well as well as Rutherford Sirk, the head of the Watcher's Council were speaking to the high military brass in DC along with Barack Obama himself and members of the European Union on what to do. Lilah never felt so much pressure put on her in all her life. How did it start? What was the nexus, the turning point, the thing that triggered these events? As simple enough, it started from the death of a young girl.

In the second week of December in 1998, a young girl Buffy Anne Summers left Cleveland and went to the primary Hellmouth in Sunnydale to help Rupert Giles and the White Hat Resistance group stop the then-leader of the Order of Aurelius simply named The Master, from opening a factory. He snapped her neck, killing her. This action caused the Watcher's Council to take a more active role in fighting evil. All watchers who were without a potential slayer under their wing were ordered by Sirk to track down every vampire and demon and slay them all. If a vampire is found, stake it. A demon who is committing acts of evil, kill it. It was time the council did more than just watching. A few days after Buffy's death, Lilah would start working with the council because she was working for The Initiative at the time.

Since then, a few events that occurred as the result of the death of the slayer, war was inevitable. Lilah was scared. Not for her own life, but for her family and friend's lives. She is here to make sure they have a future. She was sitting in a military dark green blazer with her general medals and declarations pinned on the blazer with a matching conservative skirt, nylons and heel with her long brunette hair down. She wasn't talking much, she was just there giving reports and listening in for orders on what their next move might be. Her only words mainly consisted of "Yes sir." "No Sir." And various similar responses.

Lilah was definitely looking forward to stop the apocalypse. But she was also tired of the endless war between humanity and demonic armies. When she heard about some losses, she put her elbow on the table and rubs the bridge of her noise as she closes her eyes, tired. Once she opened them, she found herself in a diner. She got up from the chair she sat in and accidentally knocked it down."What the Hell?!" She yelled out. She figured it out quickly what happened to her, some kind of inter-dimensional travel. But how? There was a mystical barrier put up by the finest witches and warlocks on Earth. It would have been impossible. And of course she was without her gun and stake since the meeting was required that all attendees must be unarmed. She's heard of this occurrence happening on Earth once, though not to her. Shortly before Buffy's death, a young girl named Cordelia Chase teleported from a world where Buffy was the slayer who watched after the Hellmouth on Earth. She then kneels down and picks up the chair she dropped and looked around and was highly alarmed and alert. She laughed and sighed as she rested her elbow on the table with her hand on her forehead, trying to figure a way out of this latest mess she found herself in.

Hannibal King was on his way to enjoy himself a little Sweet and Sour Cat. It had become a ritual of his and the one who looked explicitly better in heels than himself to eat out. Remind themselves why they were doing all this bullshit. Sometimes if you spent to much time seeing the bad, you forgot there was any good left in the world.

However, not everything ended like you expected. Stopping in his tracks, he immediately realized his surroundings were unfamiliar, "Doesn't that figure."

The foul mouthed little fucker was about to demand what the fuck was going on when his eyes came across some papers near the entrance.

"Oh perfect. A pamphlet. If only vampires came with these," he commented, giving it a once over.

He wasn't going to relax yet. You never know when things that go bump in the night wanted to turn you into a snack. It really was a shame though. He was looking forward to that damn dinner.

Taking a seat, he took a closer look at the data in the pamphlet. Maybe then something would make sense. For a minute at least.

Xander is on his laptop working dilligently. On what is anyone's guess.

They'd have to ask to find out what exactly he was doing. But one thing is for sure...he is not looking at porn.

A Chocolate Explosion appears next to him. He hadn't ordered it, but it seems one of his favorite people in the cafe brought it to him.

He looks up and gives the person a smile. "Thank you. Chocolate Explosion. My one weakness."