The Lunatic Cafe

Everyone's favorite "porn star" (who actually was not a porn star at all) had been missing off any of the Cafe's radars for a while. It was as if she was around one day and not heard from in months the next. But now, here she was, wandering in with a confused expression on her face. She seemed as dazed as she was the first time she stepped foot in the Cafe years ago. Only this time, at least she was lacking the mech suit. Baby blue eyes that seemed unheard of for a woman of Japanese decent traveled around. She recognized the place... yet didn't. It was like the word at the tip of your tongue but you couldn't speak for some reason. Strange. Was this some weird reoccurring dream? Reaching to pinch herself, she muttered, "Ouch. That definitely hurt. So why does that guy over there still have two heads...?"