[h3]Location - Ursula's Brew, a coffee shop in town.[/h3]

As was typical of [i]Ursula's Brew[/i]. it was already flooded with people whose daily routine mirrored millions of other souls: begrudgingly get out of bed, put on the clothes they loathe to wear, and do everything in their power to acquire some of that liquid fuel. Specifically, coffee. And if it came with good bagels or other eat-as-you-go foods, that was all the better.

Luckily for them, Ursula's shop catered to all of these desires. Due to her condition, sleep was unnecessary for her, which could be seen as ironic considering the business model she decided to pursue. It helped her get hundreds upon hundreds of bagels in different varieties baked, breakfast wraps prepped, and coffee brewed every second of every day. Her shop only closed when she decided to leave, but otherwise, it was always open. If she could find more reliable employees she would keep it open all of the time, but finding a dedicated employee in the food industry... That was a laughable concept.

Though she didn't need to, Ursula let out a yawn as she slid a coffee and a bagel across the counter to a tired looking woman with horns jutting out from beneath her hair. Ursula wasn't sure how or why, but it seemed like more and more Inhumans, like herself, were showing up all around town. They were becoming such a commonplace occurence that most Regulars, normal humans, were beginning to shrug off the oddities. 

The morning was so mundane that it became a fuzzy blur in her mind as she automatically served each customer in queue. Nobody had interesting news, other than more Inhumans arriving in town. She was hoping for scandals or murders, or even a good fisticuffs at the very least, but nobody seemed willing to oblige a bored Lich.
 
A lull came in the customers, and where there were thirty to forty customers in her shop just moments ago, now there were one or two. They sat at tables and looked at their phones or at the holo-papers while they sipped on their coffee and carelessly ate their bagels, scattering crumbs all over the tables and floor. 

[b][color=#a5abc3]“Can't beat 'em, join 'em.”[/color][/b] Ursula mumbled and laid back in the air with one leg folded over the other. Her phone rested on her chest as she scrolled through news and media, often times taking her to memes or funny videos that she chuckled at.