The Lunatic Cafe
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Jul. 19th, 2011


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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.

Jun. 18th, 2011


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A bad day to be Rose


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My names is Doctor Rick Dagless M.D. and deciding that I needed a drink after the startling morning I've had visa a vie waking to my gardener, the man whom I hired to nurture and care for the lawn and plants around my homestead in Serenity Hills, going herbicidal maniac I decided to drop by the local pub and eatery named Lunatic Cafe.

The day started when I awoke at the crack of noon to the sounds of a high pitched buzzing noise plus the sounds of maniacal laughter. Springing from my bed like the well oiled panther I am, I stubbed my toe on the bedside stand and cursed loudly and longly.
Taking the time to dress in my chosen set of clothing for the day and my medical jacket, cause there is never a reason for a qualified doctor, nay do I say a healing god like myself to be seen without my medi-jacket, even if I am off duty at the moment from Darkplace Hospital where I work, I rushed out to see what the laughter and buzzing was about.

There I found Manson, my aforementioned gardener and chosen caretaker of all things plant like around my domicile dementedly attacking the lovely and delicate Alba Maximum with a weed whacker.

Alba Maximum being the large white rose bushes around the front entrance of my home. The herbicidal maniac had shredded most of Alba's delicate petals and they were strewn haphazardly across the front lawn.

I could describe the scene as drops of blood across an emerald carpet except for a few things. One being that Alba Maximum is a white rose and my front lawn already looked like crap with yellow dead grass.

Come to think of it, Manson was really a crappy gardener and I should have fired him months ago.

So reacting appropriately, I pulled my gun from my trousers and shot Manson between the eyes.

Oh don't get me wrong. It wasn't because he slaughtered two innocent rose bushes that I shot him. It wasn't even that he was obviously possessed by some evil demon of Hell that for some reason didn't like white roses.
No it was cause the bugger upon seeing me dropped his weed whacker and pulled a machete from his own front trousers and rushed to attack me.

Which by the way, if any young people had witnessed that this morning, they should be informed straight a way. Never store long sharp objects down the front of your trousers. Circumcisions should only be performed by qualified medical personnel or elderly men of the Jewish persuasions.
Something I don't think Manson was either of.

So after dealing with my now ex-gardener and having to explain to the local boys in blue what had happened, I felt the need for a few stiff drinks and a bit of breakfast.
I wasn't going to drink to dull the pain of loss of life, even though the Alba Maximums were my favorite flowers on my property, but just because I felt I could use some booze and food at the moment. Maybe more the booze than food but after that, who wouldn't?

So I found myself standing inside the entrance to the Lunatic Cafe pondering the twists and turns and mysteries of life. Visa a vie, just how long was I going to have to wait for a waitress to show up and seat me at a table this morning?

Dec. 10th, 2010


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Normally Akane would be working the cafe, taking order, greeting customers.. But tonight wasn't one of those nights. No, tonight she was in the lounge and staring at her laptop. The couch she had claimed was a comfy one and like the rest of the cafe it was in holiday theme colors. Her sofa was a plush red one with white trim. In fact, the whole cafe looked, as one of the managers would say, 'Like Santa threw up and then exploded.' Oh, it certainly had other decor for the different winter holiday season, but it was obvious that whoever decorated had drank a little too much Christmas Spirits.

Akane herself was still dressed for work. She was wearing a short green dress that shined like wrapping paper. The trim was silver and covered in glitter much like a gift bow. In fact, she even had a big ribbon in her hair made of the same fabric. Akane didn't mind her theme uniform much. Being dressed as a 'present' wasn't nearly as bad as the snow woman or the reindeer costumes Buffy had some wear. She stopped her computer staring to readjust the skirt of her dress. Now if only her dress wasn't so binding...

Oct. 23rd, 2010


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Clark hangs up his cell phone as he enters the cafe. It had been a busy day for him.

Stopped a bank robbery, few muggings, and worked the local Chamber of Commerce Banquet. Those were always boring, but not every story involved excitement and adventure. But that was something he'd never tell Lois.

It was one of her unwritten rules to journalism...Every story can be big if we dig deep enough.

He flags down a waitress and gets a cup of coffee before sitting on the couch.

May. 26th, 2010


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Crayons Everywhere.


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The stage was once again taken this night. There were stacks of coloring books, boxes of crayons, and a little girl laying down on her stomach as she hummed quietly to herself. She was lost in coloring land as she carefully filled in the She-Ra coloring book open in front of her.
The karaoke machine nearby had an "Out of Service" sign on it and so Akane had been given permission to use the stage as her coloring outpost. After all it would be rude if she'd done this without asking.
Sitting beside her was a a plush gargoyle toy and if anyone looked carefully they would find an abnormal amount of shadows surrounding the stage and her.
None of this seemed to affect her any as she continued to color merrily.

May. 7th, 2010


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"There's a break in on the corner of 4th and-" Chloe Sullivan winced as her connection went to static. The white noise screeched into ear and she was forced to tear off her headset as she came to an instant halt, her eyes wide. Unless someone had replaced her base of operations with a dive of a restaurant then this wasn't Watchtower. Where was she and how did she get here? It could be some kind of set up by Checkmate or even Zod. Hadn't they done enough to her already?

In an attempt to escape, Chloe exited the way she came only to find herself in a parking lot. An instant curse flew from her mouth and she reentered the building. She was frustrated, angry, and she wanted to know what the hell was going on and she wanted to know now.

Jun. 13th, 2008


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Clark pays for a cappacino and takes a seat in a booth leaning against the wall.

Apr. 12th, 2008


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The Farmboy has returned to the cafe after a long absence. What has he been doing in his absence?

Stuff.

Clark orders a French Vanillia cappacino and takes a seat in a booth.