The Lunatic Cafe

There was a not so oddity in the cafe. Or at least something rarely seen as of late. A goddess on her favorite purple couch in the lounge with a penguin sitting near her. Not that anyone could tell by the fact she was currently wearing a set of green pajamas that looked like a dragon or a lizard of some sort. (It was quite possibly a dinosaur, but who even knew with her.) She was also laying down face first on the couch, so that her head was engulfed by the head of the pjs. Meanwhile, her trusty sidekick and familiar, Sigmund, sat on a glittery purple ottoman right beside the couch and played some sort of first person shooter on the gaming screen in the lounge. How a penguin was playing it was anyone's guess, but it was happening. He even had a headset that he was not so politely squawking into at other players online. Every so often he would squawk a little louder than normal and Silence would move slightly on the couch, proving that she wasn't some inanimate object left behind, and yet she didn't bother to actually do anything else.

It was just that kind of time.

Just like it was also a time for random gummi candy rain. Really. When anyone wandered too close to what was unofficially deemed as Silence's Couch, a shower of gummi candy would rain down upon them until they walked away.

Clark Kent, dressed in his 3-piece suit and glasses, walks into the cafe and finds a seat in a booth. After ordering a coffee, he pulls out a notepad out of his briefcase that holds his Blur jacket.

Thinking for a moment he starts writing, but scratches it out and crumples up the paper.

Was he working on a story? Nope.

He was trying to find the right words for his wedding vows to Lois. And it was giving him problems.

A black portal opens in the middle of the cafe and a moment later a stern faced, obviously annoyed looking young blond stomps out and heads to the bar. Clutched in the blond's fist in a death grip could barely be made out to be a girly type trash magazine.

"I'll kill him. And I mean it this time!" The blond muttered to herself. "He got away with this crap when it was distant dimensions but now... ON MY OWN DOORSTEP!"

The woman pauses long enough to glance up and acknowledge the bartender.

"Something really strong that I probably shouldn't be drinking." She says to them and goes back a moment later to muttering to herself.

"I really liked that body too. It was cute and more than a few times I was told it was perky!"

"PERKY!" She nearly yells and then looks up apologetically to the bartender. "Sorry. I'm upset." A moment later she asks. "Tell me, do you think this body is perky?"

Sabriel was a young man who didn't know a damn thing about the world outside of the "real world" he existed in. Aside from the things that came up in a book he read, a comic, a video game he played or a movie he saw, the unknown was pretty much.. unknown to him. He wasn't the guy who thought about if aliens were real or if there were other dimensions out there. The world around him was what existed and he was chill with that. Then again, he didn't think about much beyond pretty girls, the occasional frat party and trying to make sure he got to his classes on time. And preferably coherent. Sometimes he'd pass out in the back of the classroom and one of his buddies would have to nudge him awake, but that was harmless. Expected, even.

After a long day of trying to absorb last minute knowledge for his finals coming up, he could think of no better way to spend the rest of his day than chilling out in his apartment with a little bit of herbal refreshment. He'd round it off with a round of video games and probably call it a night. However, instead of walking into his apartment when he opened the door, he found himself in an unfamiliar setting.

"Whoa." He looked around in a confused manner, trying to figure out where the hell he was. "Uh, I didn't smoke too much yesterday, did I..?" He wondered, since his apartment was suddenly not his apartment. Instead it was what looked like.. a cafe. Did one of his roommates decide to change things up or something? Or did he walk in the wrong building? The possibilities were endless with Sabriel.

His entrance is as simple as the last time. The doors of the cafe open as another patron enters, holding it to let someone else out. He scans to see who present and walks over to some of the chairs with a pile of various magazines that have been left out. No suit to change out of, he has on his worn jacket and jeans with his beanie pulled to hide his hair. He flips through the magazines and chooses, then sits in one of the couches, relaxed for the moment.

Victor walked into the cafe for the first time in a while. In hand he had a large file. A file he knew pretty much backwards and forwards.

It was the file he had on his parents death. For years he was convinced they were killed and for the last six months, he had gotten closer than he ever had to finding out the truth.

He was just missing the catalyst. The one thing that would bring it all together and have everything explained.

He ordered a burger and fries with a chocolate milk shake to eat as he worked.

There was a goddess in the cafe. One that actually hadn't appeared in this nexus since.. well, has she ever been here officially? She wasn't really sure. But it was just as well. At the moment she was monopolizing the large tv screen in the lounge by hooking up an XBox 360 where she was playing, and this was no shock to anyone that knew her, Left 4 Dead 2.

She was also shouting phrases in various languages, or maybe it was gibberish, into the microphone headset she was wearing. Apparently her multiplayer experience online was not going well. A few of the staff were watching the goddess swear and kill zombies all while taking bets on if the players online would be turned into stuffed animals, gerbils, or be strung up on someone's wall.