[Monts isn't very perturbed by this city, not outwardly anyway. When she had woken up in the subway, part of her idly wondered when Los Angeles had gotten such a smooth public commute system. But that isn't the case of course. This isn't Los Angeles, and like Dorothy Gale, she's far away from home.

It's not the most unusual thing. Her first order of business was to look for the door to the Midnight Grind. She searched the different train carriages, then the station, and next wandered to the city center. No luck. She worries more about missing her shift rather than anything else.

An hour or two passes and Monts wanders through the park and into the graveyard. The apparent age of the area fascinates her as do the headstones. In a weird way, she doesn't seem too out of place since she's been exploring very peacefully... Until she stops in front of a couple of headstones that have caught her attention.

And suddenly she punches it.]

CRAAACK!!

[And then Monts punches the next one. And then when she's about to start with the third, she pauses because she might have noticed you. Waving with her bruised and scraped hand she airily speaks.]

Don't mind me. I saw something that annoyed me.

[In one of those eerie empty restaurants, specifically a cafe, there's a young woman behind the counter. The whir of espresso beans being ground fills the air as does the bitter scent. Monts has her hair tied back and she's scrounged up an apron too.]

Hi there! What'll it be?

[She pauses and chuckles shaking her head.]

Sorry, it just came naturally. No one was here so I thought it'd be okay just to take over. Still, what would you like? A doppio? Cortado? Or are you going to stick with the basics like a latte or cappuccino?

If you want something else entirely, I might be able to whip it up.

[Monts can't possibly ignore PSYCHIC READINGS. Maybe she'd find an esper and they could explain what the tomfoolery was all this. Well, tough luck, the shop is more of what a sham psychic would run. There's a lot to look at but she pays attention to the bust instead she focuses on the bust of the woman. Her thoughts form and suddenly... Well, hey, she's got a slip! There are several and Monts flips through them.]

"You cannot love life until you live the life you love."

"Life is too short to spend time hating anyone."

"People are naturally attracted to you."

[That last fortune makes her roll her eyes while looking at anyone who's joined her.]

You don't have to tell me twice.

[look, she knows what she's about]

Did you get a useful fortune?