The Lunatic Cafe

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.

There was an intrepid investigative journalist in the cafe. No, not that one. This one had talent, ideas, and actual drive. Unlike others who entered the cafe, Lois Lane knew what she was doing. Maybe it was bravado to cover up underlining issues. Or most likely it was because she was a semi regular to nexus travel. In fact, she had met one of her best friends through the nexus.

Still, Lois was on a mission as she walked over to the jukebox. The selection was extremely varied, considering it had music from everything a person could think of, and of course Lois picked the best, and first, thing she could find.

As the sound of "Gunter glieben glauchen globen." filtered through the air, Lois headed for a table with her messenger bag.She set up all of her usual items on the table, placed her order with the first waitress to arrive, and a few moments later the sound of her typing on her laptop joined the Rock of Ages.

Celine Dion hadn't been considered amazing by Parissa's age group for years, but when traveling with a friend recently she had heard one of her songs that had hadn't found the aspiring singer's ears for... probably centuries. It's been about that amount of time since Celine was deemed a pop diva hasn't it? At the time she liked the song alright, but due to the status of her life and the whirlwind changes involving a certain someone she wasn't exactly flashing around in the streets as "her boy", the lyrics had really hit her. Like maybe the song was written with the sole purpose of touching her now. Her first performance had been decently received and Sly had inspired her to keep at it. If no one else was going to make the stage worthwhile, she would.

( Taking Chances lyrics )

It was evident by the way her voice hit each note and the way her entire body reacted in song that this song meant something to her. Even if it never reached the right person. The intention was there at least.

It had been a while since Lana had truly let herself sit down and enjoy her time in the Cafe. Her last visit had ended up being more emotional than she expected, but it was probably needed on the part of both party members involved. She had learned a lot about herself since her time away from Smallville and what could have been a curse had ended up being a blessing.

There was the beginning stages of blossoming love. And not the kind of sadistic love you can't resist but just didn't seem to be much good for you in the end. Sure, there were her shares of fears this would end up the same, but... It felt different. She felt confident that this new connection was healthy. Not just for her, but for the other involved.

Taking a seat in her favorite location (where she had met Silence and many of the others she beloved so well here), she wondered if she'd recognize any of the faces here or if all that she knew had found a new way to spend their time.

With an air of both arrogance and curiosity, enters the Upper Eastsider Chuck Bass. Unlike some who found themselves brought here by some unworldly power, the Bass heir came here of his own volition. With the aide of his money, Chuck made sure he had eyes everywhere of interest. And the Lunatic Cafe had struck him as interesting the moment it had come up. He had sealed the deal with women of all locations and cultures, but to expand his ever-growing collection to another world? Why such ideals would bring his already amazing ego to another level. And what better way to drive Waldorf completely insane than by hooking up with tons of women that was not her?

Chuck had to admit, he had his doubts this place was genuine. A Cafe connecting to multiple worlds? It sounded preposterous. Especially for a man like who needed to see it with his eyes and touch it with his hands for it to be real. But for the price he paid for this information? He damn well better have been true.

Sauntering in, Chuck grabbed one of the pamphlets in order to expand his knowledge. There were very few things in life he cared to learn and fortunately this one was almost number one. But of course, to be number one it would have had to beat out Blair. And such a subject was far too curious for him to let slip to number two.

A tiny black dot appears in the center of the cafe and grows until a huge black oval about eight feet tall and six feet wide is visible. Thickness wise the oval is less than a molecule in depth. Walk to the edge and you wouldn't be able to even see it floating in mid air but face in from the front or rear and you have a portal that leads to... Well who really knows?

A moment after the oval forms floating in air a being that could be described as a nightmare comes strolling out. The figure is easily seven feet tall if not bigger. Massive curling horns crown it's head and jagged and unpleasant angles make up the rest of its face. The fierce horrible image only belies the gentle fun loving soul inside the hulk.

Weirdbard looks around until he catches the eye of a passing waitress. "Something so strong that Silence or Buffy will probably kick my butt once they find out I ordered it." He says as he plops down heavily in a chair that groans under his weight and places his head in his hands as he waits for his drink to arrive.

When everyone's (well almost everyone's) favorite resident psycho entered the cafe, no one would think something was amiss. And as a matter of fact, nothing was amiss for the moment. Her usual cheery smile was on her face, making it no wonder why people had no problem approaching her. And that same attitude would resume until Sheri decided to claim a table and fiddle with her cellphone. It was then she noticed a text message sent to her phone sometime recently with a picture file. At first Sheri was excited, figuring it was just a silly picture from one of her equally silly friends. That was until the picture loaded.

It was then that the Korean cutie let out a scream of bloody murder.

Was that really...?!

Immediately she typed in her brother's cell number, ready to continue to scream, but this time there would be words involved. That was if she could manage to form them. Unfortunately his phone went to voicemail. So she did the only thing she could do. Shrill into it her disbelief, "JUTO KIM! H-HOW! WHY?!"

Of all people! Her own flesh and blood!

After a long and weird conversation with Dean, Sam headed into the cafe for a beer.

With a sigh, he sips his beer while working on his computer doing research. They were holed up in a hotel for the night. Big storm. Almost biblical. And that didn't sit right with Sam. Something was up. So he came here to relax while Dean was trying to watch Casa Erotica 13.

"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.

Having finally coming out of the shadows to get the 411 on the Cafe's karaoke stage, Parissa finally decided to embrace her diva side in the name of entertainment. She had been working on a Korean song and feared a good portion of the members wouldn't have been able to understand.

Now with those fears put to rest, she had decided to go for it. Now with the magic of this place everyone could not only enjoy the beats but the words of her song in their own language.

Even with the alcohol warming her inside, she felt the nerves when her feet hit the stage. But eventually it would be replaced by the adrenaline. It always did:

( Kiss lyrics )

With her song over and the attention of the crowd, she was inspired for another, but had decided against it for now. She could always come back. If anything she should go mingle and see if heard any positive reviews of her song and performance.

Juto was not exactly a new face among the Cafe, he just was one that kept a low profile. A lurker, if you will. So his appearance wasn't complete with "What is this place" or a shrieking of profanity because of his surprise. No, he'd come to the Lunatic Cafe of his own free will and was looking around for his older sister, Sherazard. Sheri frequented the Cafe more than he did, so it was safe to say that she would be here. He had his first DJing gig coming up and he wanted to ask her to show up. It might not be her scene, but he needed his sister there for support. If he didn't see Sheri himself, he'd see if he could find Kia and ask her to pass word to his sister for him.

With a quick glance around to see if his sister was there, he decided since he didn't see her yet, that he'd wait around. He took a seat at one of the tables and waited for a waitress to come around. He wasn't actually hungry and he didn't require a drink, but it was better than waiting around and looking like a fool. If you saw a guy waiting at a random table on his own without anything to eat or drink, you'll be more likely to think that he was some sort of a creep and Juto didn't want a reputation like that getting around. He couldn't have people thinking he wasn't a ladies man.

The doors to the cafe burst open and a woman dressed in red and black cartwheeled into the room to end in a crouch with a huge over sized gun in her hand.

"Prepare for the ultimate punchline Puddin..." Harley blinked a few times.

Cocking her head side to side she studied the diners and casual drinkers who for the most part ignored her entrance and continued with their conversations.

With a shrug Harley put her huge gun in a handbag she was carrying.

Catching the eye of a waitress she asked. "So... whatcha got in here with chocolate in it?"

Akane "Sly" Vanya was sitting quietly on a couch in the lounge, her eyes closed as she was doing her own variation of meditation. The petite young woman was in her own little world but for some reason chose to be lost in it at the cafe. An odd choice but for her the cafe was a calming source of mostly positive energy.

It was soothing for her.

Though she did have to wonder how she'd missed out on her boss's new holiday of choice. Odd. She must have a blind spot to this place now. That couldn't possibly be a good sign, could it?

Also a bit odd was the fact there were a few old coloring books scattered around her, a box of crayons that had been knocked over at some point, and an open Jem & the Holograms lunchbox with cookies inside.

When Oliver stepped into the Lunatic Cafe, he expected it to be like any other day. No one had mentioned any special occasion and nothing had been booked as important in his smartphone. But Oliver Queen was in for a surprise. The Cafe was done up in green and there were various weapon props stylizing the rooms. With a shift of his eyes, Oliver wondered what the occasion was and why he wasn't let into the scheming. Never before had he heard of the holiday created by crazed fangirls from other realms.

"It looks like someone gave a leprechaun drugs and asked him to renovate," he muttered to no on in particular while he scanned around for the one behind this. The one who no doubt "borrows" all his weaponry, but knows how to keep him warm on those cold night. A fair trade off he'd say.

Ebony had on a black corset with pruple stuff around the outside. She also had on her black boots and black fishnets (basically Hot Topic threw up on her). Her white foundation only made her already pale skin seem flawless and her black eyeliner and red eyeshaow were as prefect as always. A lot of people said she looked like Amy Lee and that was okay because she wasn't some stupid fucking preps. Enoby hadted preps more than anthiung. They were all fake and whatever. Dumeldorf was a prep put he tried to pretend to nbe goth because goths are better. He even cept showing up to the MCR and GC concerts at Hogesmeade but he couldn't fake her out. He was so fucking lame.

She had been looking for Draco because she knew he was fucking Vampire behind her back and she wanted to tell him only preps do stuff like that. ut somehow she ended up in the Lunatic Cafe. She knew she was in the Cafe (because vampires know that kind of stuffs, ok?) even though she had meber been here before.

"OMG11 I just wantedf to see my Draco! Now I may never see him again!!1" Tara sexily started crying tears of blood (and I know they can because mah friend said they did it in vampire choronicals, ok?). She wanted to cut her rists but she didn't have a razor on her. Life wasn't fair!!1 All she wanted to do was love Drako! Now she may never see him again. Or Vampire. With their sexy contacts that make them look like Gerard Way and Joel madden who were so fucking hot!

Not only all this but she sexily stepped in dog crap on her way in! Why was Satan punishing her!?1 It wasn't her fault she wasn't so beautiful!

Oh my Satan! Was that Gerard Way over there? He is soooo hot! He's even hotter in convert. She had seen him like 10 times there. Mayb she shuld go talk to him! Or maybe that was Joel Madden since they luked so much alike!

(ooc note: pb is intentionally as terrible as I can muster. I couldn't resist throwing in some jokes. It's just too easy. Just consider it Sage's commentary or Tara's author notes. Do you know how hard it is to NOT fix typos? )

This wasn’t the ending to my story I had hoped for, Tidus thought as he realized he was beginning to fade away like the Fayth. If this would have been at the beginning of his story he would have had a fit saying “Why me? It’s not fair!” It was amazing how much he truly had matured from when he first appeared in Spira. He had been trying to return to Zanarkand from that very moment but now he wished he could stay. Not only did he make several friends but there was…her.

"Yuna, I have to go."
"I'm sorry I couldn't show you Zanarkand."
"Goodbye!"

It was heartbreaking to see her run at him only to pass through him and fall to the ground. She stands up the pain almost to much to bear with their backs to each other, she says, “ I love you.” He walks up to her from behind and embraces her the best he can saying I love you too in his own way. He didn’t want her to see him fully fade away to nothing so he walks forward and leaps off the airship.

He didn’t fully know what to expect after he jumped. Maybe perhaps he would be sent to the Farplane and see Auron or Jecht. Or he might just fade into nothingness after all he was just a dream. What happen next was the last thing he anticipated, crash landing onto a floor. Tidus quickly stood up and looked around. He was saddened to realized he didn’t recognize the place at all. It looked like a café of sorts accept that it wasn’t anything he had seen in either Zanarkand or Spira. It didn’t matter either way he couldn’t help but hope maybe there was a chance he could see her again. He began whistling the way he had shown and told her that if they got separated to do.

Hannibal King was on his way to enjoy himself a little Sweet and Sour Cat. It had become a ritual of his and the one who looked explicitly better in heels than himself to eat out. Remind themselves why they were doing all this bullshit. Sometimes if you spent to much time seeing the bad, you forgot there was any good left in the world.

However, not everything ended like you expected. Stopping in his tracks, he immediately realized his surroundings were unfamiliar, "Doesn't that figure."

The foul mouthed little fucker was about to demand what the fuck was going on when his eyes came across some papers near the entrance.

"Oh perfect. A pamphlet. If only vampires came with these," he commented, giving it a once over.

He wasn't going to relax yet. You never know when things that go bump in the night wanted to turn you into a snack. It really was a shame though. He was looking forward to that damn dinner.

Taking a seat, he took a closer look at the data in the pamphlet. Maybe then something would make sense. For a minute at least.

Through the tears and wtfery, Deina somehow managed to survive anything the Nexus put her through. And as luck would have it, the craziness and uncertainty that was her life for the last few years was mysteriously (conveniently) gone. Now she entered in the Cafe with a bill in hand, searching it over with an incredulous look, "Two-hundred and fifty dollars? Really?"

Taking a seat at the bar, she rummaged through page after page before complaining some more, "I mean, who spends that kind of money on porn?"

The asian knew her man sometimes was gone for months at a time with his duties, but that gave no excuse to run up a two-hundred and fifty dollar bill. If she didn't know any better, she would have guessed Imp 13 was behind this. Hmm. An interesting possibility. She'd have to de-wing that little freak. Was she missing a credit card?

Spinning the simple, silver wedding band on her finger, she just couldn't believe this bill. Imp 13 or no, that's a lot of freaking porn.

Buffy Summers, aka the owner of the cafe, sat at a particular nondescript table in the cafe. It was a table centered near the stage with just enough space for her to tackle anyone daring to sing an unwanted song on the karaoke machine. At the moment though, karaoke wasn't her focus. Her attention was currently on several books open on the table and the notebook in her hand. She was glancing over at the tomes every so often and making notes.

Oh yes, she was doing her impression of research girl. But the question was, research for what? An apocalypse? Education? Was she shopping for weaponry again? Making a checklist of all the things she'd slayed over the years? Or maybe she was just trying to test her translation skills. Or rather lack of...

Either way, she picked up her glass of lemonade and took a sip from the green curly straw inside and ignored the fact that some people were still glittering from the other night. Some things she really didn't want to know about. Why anyone would sparkle was one of them.

Evie Bailey had been bored to tears for about an hour now. Sometimes hacking got incredibly tedious when she didn't find anything of interest. And given her current job with the U.S. Government, opening up World of Warcraft and deciding to do a raid while she was supposed to be working would probably be frowned upon. She wouldn't be surprised if they managed to block her from accessing it from the computer and she'd be forced to try and hack her way through that. As much as she'd love to do that, it sounded like too much work. She figured she'd get to talk to her best friend some other time, hoping that she wasn't bogged down with finals.

When her stomach growled, Evie figured maybe it was time to take a break and try to find something to eat. She might be a slave to the system for a while, but it didn't mean she sacrificed her eating habits because the government wanted her to log so many hours. Fuck that, she wasn't born in America! She was just a citizen now because they needed her. She did things by her rules. So she did what any hungry person would do: go in search for something to eat.

As she searched for something to eat that didn't look like someone with the tastebuds of a boring person picked it out, she thought of how much she wanted to be anywhere but here. She liked the pay, loved getting to do something for a living that she was actually interested in but oh, did she need a break. She was young! She needed to have a little fun in her life! So it seemed that the thoughts of wanting to get away triggered something to happen. Instead of searching for something to eat, she was now in an unfamiliar place.

"Oh, sick! Is this some kind of a 'wish I may, wish I might' kind of thing here..?" Evie couldn't help but question it, since if she suddenly found herself transported somewhere because she simply was thinking about not wanting to be at work, she wondered if there were other things she could make happen. Or maybe she just snapped from all the loneliness and stress of her job and suddenly she'd be needing to go to the nut house.