Midnight [IC]

[Zepherial]

The woman in blue has taken notice to her less than becoming behavior, and shakes her head as if the event was a day dream. Thankfully the man didn’t seem to taken back by her, and his feet, so vile, still remained. But rather than try, she knows from first-hand experience people like her sister do not sway their behavior on words, and seeing as punishment is not an option…
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Her sister dressed in the longer jacket simply smirked knowing full well that her sister in blue is likely running 8 or 9 different situations through her head to recover her situation. She snickered as soon as the new waitress came out, a lot more pep in that one!
“BWHAHAHAHAHA! Have you considered the music business you definitely hit me as someone who could carry a tune! Not one that could curdle the milk but definitely a tune!”

Hearing the childish antics of her red sister, she jerks out of her looping thoughts. The footed one seems to have begun ignoring her.
“How rude, but in the fact you are allowing a man the use of your phone. Perhaps It is indeed a case in which overlooking your behavior is something of normality…”
She crosses her arms and watches the trade off, the other gentleman far more pleasant. He seemed well mannered enough, and for the most part it would appear that he is taking a terrible situation with a grain of salt. Rare to see a young person so complacent considering the catastrophe with ones vehicle. But rather than say anything she simply stares at him. The current server seems to be aloof aswell, making such a simple order take so long, lord forbid she ask her to have done something complicated…Such ridiculous extremes in the building…And a disgusting hobo.
She would appear to be glaring at the polite man that now has his bagel….with an intensity that it is likely off putting.

The woman slides up sitting on the counter, no matter how high it may be.
“Hey you think I could get my cookie, I am freakin’ famished! Oh and can I get some real grub, despite what she acts like she is no queen bee! I want a burger do you guys sell burgers?”

[Eggs]

Upon getting his phone back, Salem simply smiled and nodded. "No problem. Hope you get your car fixed soon. I couldn't help ya too much, I know next to nothing about them." He shrugged a little. Maybe if one of his relatives were around, he could offer a bit more help, but that was unfortunately not possible. With both parents a few towns over and a brother in another country, he didn't have too much family within walking distance he could offer services for. He checked the screen of his phone again, and frowned when he saw it was starting to act up even more. The closer it got to midnight, the more erratic the piece of technology was acting. It only seemed to do that when he was holding it, oddly enough. When he placed it on a table, it stopped, and seemed to work perfectly. Once he reached out and poked it, it began to act up again. The screen flickered and there was some noiseless static, but it didn't seem to be hurting it.

Unfortunately, he hadn't heard the last of the blue-coated lady's antics for that night. "You're calling me rude? You're the one who came up and insulted my feet. I'm proud of those things, you know? They let me walk and climb on stuff. Having them insulted really hurt my feelings." Once again, he was being just a little sarcastic, but this time around, it was in a more playful manner than a condescending one. He turned around and sat back at his table, and instead of putting his feet up, he just crossed one leg over the other and picked up his book to read again. After a page or so had been turned, he yawned, covering his mouth with his hand. It was getting later, and he was getting tired. Turning in a few minutes early wouldn't hurt. He'd probably head home once he finished the book's current chapter.

[WeskerV2]

Lucas shrugged towards the phone guy as he apologized about not being able to do more and replied. "Being able to get a message to a mechanic beats nothing. The thought is appreciated though." With that he turned to pay for his bagel, not bothered by the fact there was a delay due to the milk and simply would pay in advance while eating the bagel once he got it. Once the bagel was done and he had his coffee he would probably start the trek home, considering he would have to walk the distance instead of drive, as his initial thoughts were going to be. Of course, the crowd was not something he had any interest in being around longer than expected, considering it had gone from appearing empty as he approached to being swamped, relatively speaking for the time he had arrived, and his initial goal of getting a message to his mechanic had already been accomplished, so he had little more reason to remain beyond waiting for his coffee. Of course the straight haired woman seemed to finish with the reading fellow, and started staring. It wouldn't take most people long to notice, let alone someone keeping half an eye on things, so he had to wonder whether his suit was that out of place, not a surprising possibility, or something else entirely. One way to find out though, and he didn't feel it necessary to try and play word games this late.

"The suit that out of place this time of night?" Lucas kept a relaxed tone and posture while watching for the woman's reaction. Words were one thing, but when it came to someone's actual physical reaction, it was another matter completely. Lying was easy, but hiding signals sent through the body were infinitely harder to hide, on a good day. Whether it was a good day or not he couldn't say, but he was curious about whether or not her reaction would be like the one she was giving the reading fellow, or another one completely. Either way, he would watch and listen to any reaction and decide on the person he was dealing with further, but for now, he would enjoy the bagel and wait on his coffee and such.

[Cry of the Celt]

Vikke just head towards his old car, he just came from the gym. His hair was still wet and the wind did not make it look better, he grabbed his keys and put them in the lock, the lock barely opened and the door screeched when he opened the door of it. ''This old barrel is going to be my death once'' he thought, after five tries the engine went finally on and he drove of the parking lot towards home. When he was on at the half of the route he had to drive Vikke got hungry, his stomach made some strange noises and he decided to pull over to the coffee shop to get something to eat.

The cold night felt good after such a work out session, so refreshing. Vikke grabbed the cold door handle with one hand and pushed the door open. it seemed quite busy for this time of the night, he was hungry though and he went straight to the counter without paying any attention to the other in the shop. ''One chicken sandwich and a green tea please'' Vikke asked, he look a bit annoyed towards the twins. He didn't feel like liking any of those noise makers and they had something strange about them, ''Here you go sir'' the waiter said. The sandwich was made pretty fast, to his suprise.

He turned around and walked towards a table in the far corner of the shop, when he walked past the twins he felt the strange presence again. He looked throught the corner of his eye to them. ''Whatever'' he thought, he sat down and took a big bite of his sandwich, damn this was just he needed, he might just get another one after this. Vikke wanted to take a sip from his tea and burned his tongue and he screamed fairly loud, some people look up to him and he watched at them with an apologizing look.

[Metal Zeta]

AS Johnny looked over the arguing, and disagreeing, and all around not getting along, he could think only one thing.

These people needed to calm their tits, seriously. "Well, if you don't mind me saying, ya'll be crazy. And loud, I mean goodness me." He said, shrugging sitting down at the counter. He then turned to the woman who was arguing with the dude that was reading the book, the one who apparently had a great dislike of feet! She seemed to be a bitch. But kind of hot. But of course. "You know, you are REALLY bad at arguing. Like, I have never see anybody suck at arguing so much." His said, gesturing the the man reading his books. "Like. Look at that dude. He cares little about your complaints!" He explained, nodding. "Obviously, you should train in the complaining arts." He suggested, turning around so he was facing the counter. "Or...or! Stop being a bitch, maybe. Yeah, you should try that!"

Yep, that's how you make friends, the Johnny way! IE; the best way.
"Excuse me, miss? May I have some coffee?" He asked the waitress, his demeanor now one that was ten times more polite. "Just milk, please." He said, placing some money on the counter. Probably far too much money for just a glass of milk! "Keep the change." He added. Hmmm, this place looked nice. Probably far nicer when it WASN'T filled with people arguing, but ah well.

[Eggs]

Salem's phone vibrated as the clock struck midnight. Well, crap. Looks like he ended up staying late anyway. It wasn't his fault. Books were engrossing and wonderful things, and he couldn't resist the lure of just a few more pages. He pulled said phone out, and was surprised and slightly worried to see that the screen was completely overtaken by static, and the speakers were blaring white noise. He tried turning it off, sliding it open and closed, but nothing was working. After a few moments of the admittedly unnerving sensory assault it was giving him, the screen went black and the phone refused to work. He sighed and set it down, and as soon as he did so, he noticed the lights flickering. They followed the phone's example, and shut off not a moment later. "..Huh. Weird." Salem attributed it to a blackout, but that would soon be disproven. A quick glance outside showed something much more drastic going on.

The moon faded to black, and the skies faded to gray, creating an oddly contrasting sky that was almost negatively coloured to the natural night. He didn't know what could cause such a phenomenon, but the sudden colour change was soon the least of his worries. The few ordinary people walking around outside began to fade out of existence. They slowly became little more than ghostly figured, which continued to fade into nonexistence. Vehicles parked along the road followed suit, and then the more drastic transformations began. Buildings split apart, roads collapsed. It looked as if a massive earthquake was happening outside, but the ground didn't shake at all. Salem's immediate action was to hide beneath a table to avoid any falling pieces of roof, but instead of the expected happening, the cafe's roof shot off into the sky and disappeared. The walls retracted into the ground, and the furniture faded away, leaving most of the inhabitants standing in an empty lot.

In the short time of that happening, the cityscape had morphed completely. Modern suburbs were replaced with ancient-styled, but well-kept castles and stone buildings. In some places, ruins that more resembled the modern city rested, but they looked as if they'd been in disrepair for centuries. Everything had a slightly blue tinge to it, and it was very dark outside. Salem stood up and looked off into the distance, and where there was once a stretch of lightly rolling hills outside the town, there was a flat wasteland with many large, black spires reaching into the sky. To finish off the alien landscape's unnerving appearance, thick fog had rolled in almost suddenly, and the air grew very cold. Only a single thought crossed Salem's mind.

"What the hell just happened?"

[Nyxella]

After finally piecing together the steaming cups of joe, she delivers each order to their respective patrons, wordlessly and without the apologetic smile most lagging waitresses wear. The bang and clatter of her movements made it a wonder that she hadn't broken anything. A comment about pursuing a musical career kicked up memories that squeezed out a chuckle; probably owed to Spunk-One or -Two. She looked up a few times at a few remarks made by the brown trenchcoat-wearing lad, tittering at his verbal blows. He was refreshingly blunt. The more refined of the two club terrorists would retort in kind, surely.

Putting her mind back to the task at hand, for the gentleman in the suit, she fixed two bagels on a plate and a few sachets of cream cheese, then slid it over. The tang of double-shot espresso watered her sinuses, without the cream it was essentially a very bitter hot chocolate.

"Going for the hard stuff," she mused. After slipping four cookies into a paper pocket, she swivelled 'round, both cups in each hand and the treats pronged between her fingers, ready to deliver. When she saw why that feminine chirp sounded closer than before, she almost dropped it; cups, the cookies, the atomic bomb containing her temper. The torrent of chatter was a force she had to physically shake off as if dazed. Swallowing her outrage, she gave a long and frustrated sigh, blinked a few times, and carried on.

"Sweetie, if you don't remove those buns from my counter, they'll end up on the grill," she replied with warning in her tone and a bob in her head. "Here's your order. Take. It." Very slowly, she pushed cups towards her hip in a fluid sweep, pondering the smell of coffee on leather, and batted them over with a flick of her wrist. Whether they'd hit and dribble their contents onto the counter or her lap, would depend on the girl's reflexes.

"Oh." Leila snapped a finger, remembering what she'd overlooked. She laced the dark substance with a milky finish, drawing her signature star on the top, and placed it before the mouse-haired man. Grateful for the tip, she reached for two cookies and settled it by his cup, grinning. "Call it even."

Feeling a little guilty, she fished a warm cup from the dish rack and quickly filled it with a fresh brew of coffee from the pot. She briefly considered slipping in two cookies to compensate the waiting time like she did with other order, and smoothly walked it over to the man still seated at the counter. "Sorry about the wait," she blew her fringe away from her eyes and took care to set it down without spilling. "If you need milk or a refill, sing out. I won't charge." Light bounced off an object hanging around his neck and caught her eye as she turned. She recognised the blue lettering and queried, "Detective?"

Oddities of shape and light circled around the diner, drawing her attention to the window. While the inhabitants remained unaffected, the outside took on an ethereal rhythm, swathed in fog that swallowed buildings, people. Leila froze, her arms becoming a buttress against the counter-top, not believing what her eyes took in; they travelled from one end of the diner to the other, searching for realism. She screamed in fright and ducked below the counter, as an unseen force tore the roof off their building, walls falling around them, revealing the landscape of another world. It had morphed before her unblinking gaze, resembling a hellish wasteland without a shred of human comfort in sight, trembling under the violent transfigurations plaguing it. In her eyes, she had witnessed the death of modern civilisation. Refusing to accept any more of the horrid sights, she tucked her head behind the post she now clung to and waited for someone to wake her up.

[WeskerV2]

Lucas accepted the coffee with an offer of thanks, as well as the tip. While it wasn't necessarily as much as the overpaying fellow had given, it was still a fair enough amount, all things considered. She said detective in a questioning tone, and he glanced down. Damn, he forgot to take off that badge before heading out again. He chuckled and shrugged before responding to the waitress. "You caught me. Forget to leave this at home some days when off duty." Now that, while a partial lie, being an ex detective for the police and all, still needed an ID for the rare job the police threw his way for a variety of reasons, the main one being a staffing issue. He generally kept it about him subconsciously, mainly because the police sometimes randomly called him up and demanded his presence immediately, without time to stop by his apartment. That, and his current profession still followed in the same spirit that police detectives followed, so partial lie it was. The fellow who yelled after taking a sip from his drink made Lucas resist the urge to chuckle or otherwise show the amusement he felt. Forgot his drink was hot, it seemed, and the fellow who had overpaid gave the more uptight of the twins more fodder to retort to.

Of course, as soon as Lucas was seriously considering moving on due to the crowd that was gathering, all hell broke loose. He was holding his coffee and had taken his first gulp of the hot liquid as the walls and roof literally fell and flew away, respectively. The cell phone man dove under the table, waitress screamed in terror, when the roof lifted. A thousand different things were going through his head, all trying to rationalize what was actually going on. He had a white knuckle grip on the counter, while he suppressed the gibbering and screaming instinct based voice in his mind to dive for cover, refuse what was going on, all sorts of different ideas that, while satisfying that base desire, would not help in the slightest. Instead he fell onto the training engrained in his mind, take in the vital knowledge and discard the rest. Taking a deep breath and exhaling, he assessed what was going on. New surroundings, probably too many people for a personal hallucination, possible nightmare, he had to work with what was available. Black Gothic-ish structures, cold fog, abrupt darkness, he could see the ruins of the city in some places. Long story short, he couldn't explain a single thing that had occurred yet, and that didn't help keep him from panicking. He did make a comment though, clearly not caring whether someone who shifted with them responded or not. "Sure as hell ain't in Kansas anymore..." The attempt at humor helped his mindset, no matter whether it was welcome or not, so he stuck with it for now.