The Lunatic Cafe

Steve Rogers enters the cafe in a daze. His mind running in a hundred different directions.

His life had taken an unexpected turn lately. He saved a lot of lives, but sacrificed his own. Crashing into a snow and waking up 70 years later is a bit jarring.

After getting away from the strange guy in black with the eyepatch, he somehow ended up here.

Suddenly, he became aware of his surroundings. He looks around the cafe confused as to how he got here.

"Like this day wasn't weird enough," he mused aloud.

He looked around cautiously as he found a seat in a booth.

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...

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.

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.

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.

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.

Sam walked into the cafe on his cellphone. He had made this call eight times already and all eight he got his brother's voice mail.

"Dean...where the hell are you? You better not be doing what I think you're doing. You can't give up now. Not after everything. Call me back. Please."

He hung up and checked out his new surroundings.

"Uh...this isn't my hotel room." He looks around. "This is new."

Dean walked into the cafe after a long sabatical from this place. But if he needed anything right now it was a break.

Things just weren't going well for our hero.

And there were no signs of it getting better anytime soon.

"Scotch. Neat," He told the bartender as he sat down sighing.

Red Mai had just had a pleasant day of killing, destroying and possibly saving hundreds of lives. Most things where Red came from weren't normal anymore. This virus leaked to most of the people turning some into mindless zombies, others into raging freaks and yet there was still the annoying problem of vampires running around. You'd think they'd go extinct with all of the new issues and lack of pure blood but nope. Luckily for Red, them still being alive meant that she still had a job.

So when Red stepped into the first cafe she could find to get a cup of sludge (or coffee as she remembered it), she was surprised to see that she was the only person there covered in blood. Reaching for a nearby towel, she began to wipe herself off but was a bit confused as to how clean everything was. Shit certainly wasn't clean where she came from and this sure as shit wasn't where she intended to go. For now, she stood in the entrance, wiping herself down.

"Guess I can't walk around this place," she scoffed, "too damned clean." After she'd wiped a considerable amount of goop and blood from herself she looked around trying to spot someone who maybe worked there. "Ey! Who can I pay for the use of this here towel?" she asked, holding the already bloody mess in the air.


[[ooc - she is an original character of mine, but if you've watched any zombie/vampire/rage/grindhouse films, you probably know where she's coming from.]]

Xander walks into the cafe, his right arm in a cast. He could have had some healing potion or Goddess Silence heal the arm, but this was a battle scar he was pleased to have.

How many people help go against an evil alien AI and live to tell the tale.

He had spent most of the day doing next to nothing...mostly watching True Blod on HBO, his current guilty pleasure.

He orders his usual meal at the counter and finds a booth, sipping his drink as he crowd watched.