The Lunatic Cafe

She's not sure what she's doing here. She was about to speak to the senate on Coruscant about the current conflict known as The Clone Wars, one that threatens the very foundation of the Republic. She had what she was going to say memorized. She even anticipated a few response, or at least as many responses as she can think of.

However, as she left her penthouse which is for the Naboo Senator through the front door, she found herself in a cafe, one that looked similar to Dex's on the planet she just left. It was full of creatures she's never seen, but then again, she assumed many of them were aliens and in her line of work, she meets at least one or two races she's never seen or heard of. So it's not the occupants that has her in a figurative term, scratching her head, but on how she arrived there.

"Well, this is intriguing..." These was her first words when she found herself suddenly not only out of her world, which was a computer-simulated realm known as "The Grid" but also she's not been derezzed, or as the users would call it, dead. Clu had double-crossed her boss Castor, though in someways, she knew it would come back to bite him since he betrayed Sam to Clu's forces. She wasn't happy she lived, but she didn't really have much range of emotion, though she didn't question it.

Still, this world felt different. Warmer, less artificial. It felt oddly real. She rubbed her finger along a random empty seat and she took a look at her fingertip. The substance on it felt oily. She narrowed her eyes to take in what she discovered before she curled a lovely smirk. She thought out loud to herself. "I am in the world of the users. How extraordinary."

She still was in her outfit she wore in the grid as a Siren Program, so as she gracefully walked over to a seat, the lights on her outfit would dim and brighten with each movement of her body. She sat down in a booth within this cafe and demurely crosses her legs in lady-like fashion. She outstretched one arm on the top of the seat as she stoically studies the realm she finds herself in.

While he was once a common face within the Cafe's walls, Cloud now felt like a stranger as he made his way toward the bar. Even if he had shed the despair of his sins, the blonde hero was still the quiet type, only politely nodding in the direction of faces he recognized but not stopping to chat.

Taking a place at the bar, he looked for his usual companion but she seemed to be nowhere in the immediate vicinity. Fortunately there were others there he recognized and with a single raised finger of his gloved hand toward them, he knew he could get what he wanted without having to ask for it. Managing at least a half-smile for the sake of manners, he then turned his cerulean gaze around the Lunatic Cafe without a destination in mind.

Maybe he was wrong to assume she'd be here.