Jake~ Well, Teak has found something to do. She's over in a corner talking to some kid that just arrived. "Anyway, my name's Conner. Want to look around?" They get up and start trying to open the door, which won't budge. I should probably look around too. I walk over to an Asian girl, who's alone and regarding everyone except the girl in the soccer cleats with suspicion. "Hey," I say awkwardly. "Who are you?" she demands. 

"Um, my name's Jake? I'm a human? I'm eleven years old?" She still looks nervous, but after a while she sticks out her hand. "Anastasia."

UGGGGG I don't know what to write everyone already has someone to talk to!!!

*Slams face on table* And I'm bad at creating conversations!! 

This other character isn't from my book. I just made him up to be like the embodiment of this magical cafe. 

Crystal~

I back into a corner, escaping the flashes of light and milling shadows. I pretend like I am cool and confident, instead of scared on the inside. 

I wait for an opertunity. An answer. 

There!  A different sort of light, this one silver moves around the little tables. It pauses for a second, like a dragonfly alighting on a leaf, and I can make out the dim figure of a man before it flashes away again. I narrow out the rest of the world. Focus, Crystal. I tell myself the same thing every morning as I collect the eggs and weed the garden for hours upon hours in the hot sun. I tell myself the same thing when I drift into complaining which turns into exhaustion which melts into staring at the sky and dreaming. The silver light comes nearer, then flashes away. Nearer...nearer...nearer...

I pounce.

Leaping towards the light, I jump between it and the corner I was just standing in, throwing out my arms to block it from going anywhere. It stops moving and vibrating and begins to solidify again, like llquid silver slowly cooling.

I was right. It is a young man, with curly black hair and darting silver eyes.

"What do you want?" I ask, keeping my voice low, cool, controlled. Focused. 

He laughs. Short and snorting, like a pig I once saw in an open-air shop.

"I don't want anything. You want to get out, don't you? Well, there's only one way you can do that. Find another person and each answer all the cards on one table, and maybe, maybe, I'll let you out." 

I kick him in the shins. That's what I would have done if it were Ata* or Jac* getting on my nerves or trying to bully me into taking over their chores. 

But he starts vibrating before my foot connects, and suddenly, he is gone.

I sigh in disgust. What could he mean? Find a person? Answer cards? No. There has to be a way out. I'm not playing someone else's game.**

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*Her brothers

**I've been playing Defying Gravity on the piano and it left the lines about playing someone else's game out, so I used it here :) 

Okay, so I was thinking there are different types of conversation starters on each table, and if each person answers all the odd questions, they can go back to their world. 

Oh, I'll post Anastasia's appearance. I originally wrote this up when I was asking for a character sketch of her, so I wrote a lot about both her childhood and her present appearance. You can ignore the childish bits.

She grows a lot taller, loosing her plumpness, her skin tans, and her cheekbones begin to show. She's usually pretty dirty now, always looking like she lives out in the woods (which she does).

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The boy who walked up to me was very young, but, as if confirming my suspicions, he was an Other. He was also wearing things I'd only seen in textbooks: technology they called "glasses," using strange fabrics. Was he some sort of time traveler? That had to be impossible, didn't it?

He introduced himself as Jake. I eventually decided to reply. "Anastasia. I am human, too. Are there people here who are not?"

I glanced around again. Sure enough, it seemed so. Some people were even winged. I scratched at my cheek. "I am seventeen, by the way. Do you know where we are? I thought this place was built by Others, but no Other that I have ever heard of has wings."

Here’s Connors appearance. And... he’s actually like 37.... so.....yeah...

He has dark blond hair, cut quite short. Green eyes. He wears an old revolutionary war artillery coat.

Ugh, the bad thing about Mia being so self conscious is that I don’t know how to play her out! I feel like there would be a lot of awkward silences.

~Mia

My eyes open wide. “You’re from the w-“ then I look around at the café again. It’s bursting with people, all of whom have some unusual quirk. Some look like they’re from more than a hundred years ago, and some have wings, animal features, or robotic body parts. Then some look slightly normal, despite the fact that they have magic radiating from their souls. How can I tell with the magic part? Quinn taught me a bit before I left. If I really focus, I can tell what kind of magic they have. But there’s no time for that right now. I sigh and shake my head, bewildered. “Never mind.”

Farren looks at me, maybe a bit concerned. “Are you ok?”

I don’t mean for it to come out sarcasticly, but it does. Oops. Guess I’ve been hanging around Wayne too much. “Yeah well, I think I’m doing pretty good with about 500 other people in the room, all of whom look like they’re from different worlds.”

”That’s exactly what I was thinking.” The voice come from behind us, and Farren and I spin around to see a girl watching us closely. “About the worlds part at least,” she says, grinning.  

~~Mj~~~ 

"Um..yeah. I'm MJ. And one of you is farren, corret? how did we get to this place..."

Sorry for the short post

Astor~

"Astor?" Eve asks.

"Um, yeah?" I reply. 

"You know that girl you were yelling at earlier?"

"That's Grace.  She's my friend, though we don't get a long that well.  Man, I wish Jessy were here.  She'd probably find a way to get back to Sierra," I say, suddenly remembering what the rest of the powered people were thinking. 

"What's Sierra?" Eve asks.

"It's the school my friends and I go to.  You don't have school in your world or whatever?" I reply.

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Hope I got the personality right. 

Elenna~

This place is wierd. No doubt about it. There are tons of people, not all of them looking like they're from this century- or even this world. I wander around the room for a while, looking at the different interesting people. I do a double take when I see someone with wings. Eventually, I realize I'm going to have to talk to someone sooner or later. 

I wish Amara was here, I thought. Then I wouldn't have to interact with other people. I saw two people talking in a corner, and walk over to them. I tap one on the shoulder.

"Hi," I say. "I'm Elenna." They introduce themselves as Mia and Eve, and I ask them about the worlds they came from. Eve says she's from some magical land that has a really cool name, and Mia says she's from the normal world. I feel relieved for a moment, then she proceeds to tell me how she has magic and transported herself to another world. Looks like I'm the only one who has no experience with magic- prior, of course, to coming here.

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Sorry to jump into your conversation, but I everyone is talking, and I need to develop Elenna's social interaction.