The Lunatic Cafe

One minute Yuna was in the arms of the stranger and the next she was all alone in the Farplane. The despair of feeling completely alone had started to overwhelm her. And the moment she thought it was about to take her over, she could have sworn she heard a whistle. A familiar whistle she had been waiting to hear for far too long.

But instead of returning to a place she recognized, the former summoner was now surrounded by even more strangers.

Oh my, how did I find myself here? I need to get back! Everyone will be so worried about me... but, I can't help but wonder... if... I can find anything about... him here. But, it's been so long. Should I finally give in to the fact he will always just remain in my memories?, her thoughts began to run rampant. Honestly she didn't want to give up on her dream. Not yet. He promised when she needed him he'd be there...

"Okay!," Yuna finally exclaims to no one in particular once she sorted out her inner-doubts. She wouldn't let it get her down. First she had to find out where she was and how to get home. The rest could wait until she was home in Spira again. Maybe she'd even get lucky enough and find some spheres around here to bring back to Rikku and Paine!

Confidence returned in her steps, Yuna walked toward the bar in order to ask around about what had happened to her. Surely someone here could help her.

Dean paused at the doorway of the cafe, not quite sure whereHe was, one minute he was rolling his eyes at sammy, the next he was walking out of his motel,and ending up here.

"..da fuck?"He growled, looking confused,and running his hands through his blue hair, eyeing the patrons.

If this was sammy's idea of a joke, he was gonna pay, oh he would pay dearly.

Ben had left the relative safety of the broken down building he lived in on the outskirts of Seattle to get food. What little money he had wasn't his, merely lifted from other people's pockets when they weren't paying close enough attention. After he'd gotten what he needed and stuffed it into his backpack, he pulled his hoodie down more over his face and headed back to the place he was staying. He stopped as soon as he walked in though, noting this was definitely not the building he was meant to be in.

He attempted to go right back through the door that he'd used to enter but well, that was kind of a wall. Okay, fine. Weird place with all the strange people and odd smelling stuff didn't want him to leave. There's a blur.

And the broken soldier is hiding underneath a table, backpack clutched to his chest and alert.

The doors to the cafe creak open ominously and a specter dressed in black carrying a large scythe enters.
He pauses and peers at a sign near the front doors.

NO DEATHS ALLOWED IN CAFE. IF YOU WANT TO KILL SOMEONE GO OUTSIDE!


"OH DEAR, THIS IS INCONVENIENT." A booming but pleasing baritone voice intones from within the darkness of his hood. His voice curiously hints at a British accent as well.