It isn't often that Kitty gets a night off to herself; one that doesn't involve leather suits, breaking and entering, tutoring, or catching up on the next week's lesson plans. Even more unusual is the availability of a free ride into town in the hopes of catching the inbound to New York - something she isn't about to turn down.

So when the short brunette walks through the door, she's not exactly paying attention to her surroundings, attention occupied with stuffing a rail pass into the backpack slung over a shoulder. It only takes a few moments to realize that the onslaught of noise expected out of Grand Central is absent, prompting Kitty to glance up.

Eyes widen. "...Oh man."

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.

Current Mood: calm

Entering stage left is everyone's favorite sky pirate -- or at least that is what Nicolai's ego told him. It was a "fact" that was anything but the truth as anyone who knew him and Victor were well aware he was not high on Victor's list favorite people. A fact the egotistical rogue commonly overlooked. How could he help his charms had won the heart of the fair Avatari? The beautiful first mate who had somehow not entered with him. How unusual. This wasn't the bar he had intended to raid. Shrugging, he figured a bar was a bar. As long as he could taste the bittersweet taste of his favorite vice, or second favorite if Ava was near, he could manage survival. Signaling the barmaid once he found his barstool of choice, Nicolai investigates his surroundings. He should be alarmed at his disposition, but a man who had been through what he had certainly could keep his head straight as he figured everything out.

Victor walks into the cafe with a small limp.

Small accident.

He flags down a waitress as he sits in a booth and orders a cheesburger and a large glass of milk.

Current Mood: amused

When Buffy was busy, she tended to be off demon hunting and saving the world.

When she wasn't, well... she could be found doing a lazy patrol around town, which is exactly what she had been doing. Though in reality it was more of a window shopping walkabout with hidden weapons than an actual patrol. And really, who was going to deny her precious yet trivial moments like that? At that mere thought she was tempted to look up and glare, but the slayer felt that would be tempting fate a little too much.

Alas, her window shopping had ended and she'd found herself at the cafe, where she was now looking through the decoration directory of the cafe on a laptop as she sat in the lounge. Oh yes, it was time to start holiday decorating. Sure, it was for Halloween, but it was just that first step before Buffy fully evolved into the Holiday Nazi that she was.

On the brighter side of things, Buffy was sporting a shiny new pair of Jimmy Choos. She probably shouldn't have, but damned if they weren't cute and meant for her to own. So at least her 'patrol' hadn't been in vain.

Current Mood: contemplative

Walking into the Lunatic Cafe, it only takes a moment before a groan came from the newest, teenage patron.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me," Mikaela Banes started, her annoyance not failing to show. Her tone lowers to a mutter to herself as she adds, "I'm not sure how, but I bet this is somehow your fault Sam Witwicky."

Curiosity killed the cat they say, but for the raven-haired beauty, it instead brought wonders that most people had only fantasized about. If only she hadn't followed that strange boy she hardly knew from school, she probably wouldn't have been in this mess.

First, giant, Japanese-style robots. Now she was ending up in places she had never even dreamed of. Why couldn't she end up in nice places like Paris? She was only a teenager. Surely her mind wasn't equipped to deal with stresses of traveling to strange worlds and meeting sentient beings from a dying planet.

Was that a monster from a movie she had seen over there?

"Wherever you and your alien car are, you could show up at any second now...," she murmured quietly, obviously unnerved at the idea that she was all alone. She didn't like how that... thing over there was like... looking at her like she was a sandwich, "Go vegetarian buddy. It's better for your health or something."

Not that she had the nerve to say that within earshot. Or wait. Why was he looking at her as if he heard her? Shit.

Oh Sam was so dead. If she lived to frantically tell him about it that is.

Xander is on his laptop working dilligently. On what is anyone's guess.

They'd have to ask to find out what exactly he was doing. But one thing is for sure...he is not looking at porn.

A Chocolate Explosion appears next to him. He hadn't ordered it, but it seems one of his favorite people in the cafe brought it to him.

He looks up and gives the person a smile. "Thank you. Chocolate Explosion. My one weakness."

Current Mood: creative

Clark enters the cafe in one of his many suits. He had just finished writing up a story on a news conference. He planned on walking out of the Planet and get a bite to eat down the street, but somehow, he ended up in the cafe.

It had been a while since he had been here. With a shrug he takes a seat at a nearby table and takes off his glasses, setting them to the side.

Current Mood: good

So god walks into a cafe...

Not just any god,thegod,well goddess really,but hey you cant blame mortals for sterotyping,its just what they did.Plus that and stuff gets lost in translation...but thats beside the point here.


She paused,taking a seat at the counter,blueish green eyes raking over the menu carefully.Though she remained quiet,the only sign of movement she made was to half turn, glancing around to size up and regard the other patrons in the place.

It was her day off damnit,and she was going to make to best of it, no matter how much her angels begged her not to

(ooc:she's coming straight from the dogma movie for anyone that cares!)