The Lunatic Cafe

The doors of the cafe swing open, admitting yet another patron to the setting.  He glances about the space as the door closes, and releases a small sigh, some small measure of tension easing from his face.  His eyes scan the cafe, quickly locating the bathroom, and he starts to loosen the tie around his neck as he presses toward it.

When the newcomer steps from the bathroom mere seconds later, the suit he was wearing is gone. A beanie covers his head, his jeans look worn, and it's a hard call to know which is more beat up: the jacket, or the shirt. But the man himself finally looks more comfortable as he claims a seat at the bar, picking up one of the menus to flip through as he tries to decide what to order.

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.

Some would notice, others wouldn't, but those who did would see one of the shadows around the Cafe grow darker, more fluid. Out of the shadow came the sound of footsteps, like expensive shoes on marble tile, and then the man to whom those footsteps belong.

The man is sharply dressed in business attire, and when he walks into the Cafe, he isn't surprised to be there. In fact, he chuckles to himself as he finds an empty table and seats himself casually.

He mutters, "The more things change.."