The former sky pirate was hungry. Yet, he had forgotten to go shopping for food. Eh, he'd go tomorrow, but the man was hungry.

So, he came to his favorite food establishment. The Lunatic Cafe.

Victor orders a steak and potatoes with an iced tea and takes a seat in a booth.

Current Mood: hungry

It isn't often that Kitty gets a night off to herself; one that doesn't involve leather suits, breaking and entering, tutoring, or catching up on the next week's lesson plans. Even more unusual is the availability of a free ride into town in the hopes of catching the inbound to New York - something she isn't about to turn down.

So when the short brunette walks through the door, she's not exactly paying attention to her surroundings, attention occupied with stuffing a rail pass into the backpack slung over a shoulder. It only takes a few moments to realize that the onslaught of noise expected out of Grand Central is absent, prompting Kitty to glance up.

Eyes widen. "...Oh man."

John pushed his hands deep into his pockets while contemplating his current surrounding. He had a fair enough idea of where he was. Whether it was accurate he didn't know. He did at least quiet safe and content. He chuckled softly before walking over to the counter "if you've got any southern fried chicken just like muma used to make, I'ld be mighty over the moon"

Gaia stood in the cafe looking a little more than confused. She was completely flummoxed.
"This, is not Krispy Kreme" she announced finally. Slowly she started to retrace her steps, nothing she could think of would explain her current destination. "It's finally happened. I'm either Dead. Or completely Cuckoo" she grumbled. "And lacking Krispy Kreme......." that of course was the real insult.

Current Mood: grumpy

Edward paced, he'd no idea when the woods had changed, where the meadow should have been he found himself out side the Lunatic Cafe. Cautiously, he wandered whether or not to enter. His decision made he walked in to be assaulted by a range of smells, most confusingly his own some where with in. It was then he decided that he'd some how either died and found himself in hell, or he was some how dreaming. Neither option set his mind at ease.
Fear was grasping at him like a physical being. How would this affect Bella? It was something he couldn't face thinking of but at the same time he had too. "Finally the Angel's name Slipped from his cold lips "Bella......?"


((This Edward is Post New Moon, Pre-eclipse (at least till Mun's read it :) )))

Current Mood: confused

Chloe Ran.

She didnt know what part of the city she ended up in,as she glanced back,all she knew is if she ran fast enough maybe linda wouldnt be able to keep up.

She stopped only when she ran out of breathe,glancing up she saw a brightly lit diner.

Not at all shocked that there were places still open,this wasMetropolis after all,but that it actully looked busy?

Still,it seemed like a good place to hide,if one could hide from a meteor freak who could turn to water.

Chloe entered,looking bright eyed and bushy tailed,taking in the fact that there was no menu above the counter.

She sat down at the nearest table,mostly to catch her breathe,before really looking around.

"heh"she whispered to herself.

Nathaniel walked into the cafe holding himself, keeping himself safe. He shivered looking around he scowled. It wasn't the Lunatic Cafe he was aware of but he decided to not let that bother him as he moved through the cafe and take a seat. "May I have some milk and cookies please?" he asked in little over a whispered.
He gathered his long auburn hair up and curled the long braid into his lap. He smiled softly enjoying the warm friendly scents in the cafe.

Current Mood: curious

Xander is in the cafe and seems he has been for a while adding more decorations to the cafe.

He puts on Bon Jovi's "You Give Love a bad name" as he adds ornaments to the christmas tree.

The cafe doors open and a man with curly blond hair dressed in black comes in. He smiles but something just seems off about the smile.
The most striking thing about him is not his curly blond hair nor his smile. It is the fact that one of his eyes is pure black and the other is a milky white with only a tiny black point for a pupil.

For some strange and unexplained reason a sticky paper name tag appears in mid-air and then slaps to his lapel and sticks. The nametag says Hi. My Names is... Mr. Tea Time.

The man glances down at the nametag in surprise showing it is not his idea or by his doing and looks at the waitress that has shown up to seat him.

"Hi. You can see what my name is but please, it is pronounced as Mr. Te-ah Tim-eh. Please don't get it wrong. I hate when people call me Mr. Tea Time. And I don't want to dislike you. I want to be friends. I don't have many friends but then again I don't have an enemies either." His voice is very soft and pleasant sounding but still something is a bit off about it. It somehow reminds the listener of Willy Wonka's way of speaking but without the friendliness or the charm.

The strange soft spoken man glances at the rules of the cafe sign.

"You don't allow killings in this place? Where is the fun in that and how do you go about enforcing such a strange rule?"

Current Mood: chipper