The Lunatic Cafe

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.

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.."

A small black portal appears in the middle of the cafe and out of it flies Susan.
Landing on a table she seems to ponder for a moment but then with a shrug of her tiny shoulders she pulls one of the napkin holders over on its side and uses it as a seat and remains on the top of the table rather than take a human form and sitting in a chair.

After all one of the major pleasures of the cafe was the atmosphere that allowed one to be one's self.

Rather than disturb the overworked cafe staff Susan opens a portal and reaching in pulls out a drink and slowly sips it while watching the patrons of the cafe going about their business.
She really hoped someone she knew came by so she could have a chat.
She was feeling restless and bored.