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fandomtownies2008-04-03 12:57 pm
laceycantlie.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomtownies2008-04-03 12:57 pm
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Luke's Diner, April 3 (Thursday)
The kitchen staff and NPC servers were on hand today, but in a routine to which they were rapidly resigning themselves, Yitzhak was nowhere in sight.
They didn't pay much mind to Lacey, who was puttering around the place touching up paint and arranging knickknacks tastefully . . . and possibly measuring out a space on the wall for something approximately bulletin-board sized. They figured she worked there now, since she was sure acting like she did.
Well, it wasn't like Yitzhak ever told them anything. They'd gotten used to assuming.
[OOC: Mod your diner today -- I'm swamped and won't be able to pick up pings with anything approaching regularity until I get home. Why isn't it Friday yet?]
They didn't pay much mind to Lacey, who was puttering around the place touching up paint and arranging knickknacks tastefully . . . and possibly measuring out a space on the wall for something approximately bulletin-board sized. They figured she worked there now, since she was sure acting like she did.
Well, it wasn't like Yitzhak ever told them anything. They'd gotten used to assuming.
[OOC: Mod your diner today -- I'm swamped and won't be able to pick up pings with anything approaching regularity until I get home. Why isn't it Friday yet?]