The rain in New Seattle didn't fall; it plummeted, like it had a personal vendetta against the pavement.
Elara Vance stood behind the counter of the Meow & Bow. The cafe had changed overnight. The warm mahogany wood was now stark, high-contrast grey. The espresso machine hissed steam that curled into shapes resembling suspicious dames. A lonely saxophone was playing a mournful solo from somewhere near the ceiling fan.
"Why is the world grayscale?" Ignis asked. The dragon-man was sitting on a stool, staring at a plate of muffins. "I cannot tell if these are blueberry or bran. It is a flavor roulette."
"It's the Crossover Event," Elara sighed, wiping a glass with a rag. She looked down at her outfit. Her pizza vest was gone, replaced by a slinky sequined dress that looked itchy. "Barry switched the genre filters. We're in a Noir Procedural."
"I love it," Aldren Vance declared from the shadows.
