Luke's Diner, May 14 (Wednesday)

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

When Lacey found the new flyer tacked to the bulletin board, she promptly developed a Plan. Oh yes. This plan, as any Dog River resident of recent years would tell you, was a Lacey Plan and thus came with an ominous metaphorical fanfare.

Oh, but there weren't any other Dog River residents here. More's the pity. So Lacey, as she re-hung poster frames and knickknacks on the freshly painted walls and took things down off the walls she had yet to do, was going full steam ahead with said plan.

Today's Specials
Lumberjack's Breakfast
Jumbo-sized plate of eggs, bacon, ham, sausages and pancakes
Write a short essay on why prairie dogs are better than squirrels, get a free fruit tart!

Luke's is open, and you know what they say about the best-laid plans? This isn't even remotely one of those, but at least Lacey put up the Help Wanted sign today.

[OOC: Man, I get way too much mileage out of the keysmash icon this week, hee. Still got that one available Monday or Wednesday shift, now with IC advertising.]

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Mod Your Server

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

Shhh. She's plotting.

Re: Mod Your Server

[likeguidelines.livejournal.com]

The squirrels had gotten their wee little paws on radio equipment (served the pirate right for not locking up before he fled) and were outside the diner playing Squirrels (http://dmdb.org/lyrics/squirrels.html) over and over and over again.

At least until their wee attention spans wore out.

Talk to Lacey

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

Well, you won't be able to dissuade her.

Re: Talk to Lacey

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

Johnny came in sometime after class, not in any hurry to get back to the Photo Hut. He sat down at the counter and waited until he had the pretty lady's attention.

Re: Talk to Lacey

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

Lacey took a moment from her plotting to see what the boy who'd just come in wanted. It wasn't so much that she cared that much about prompt service as that she needed a break from schemeyness.

"Hey, there. What can I get you?"

Re: Talk to Lacey

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

"Just a Coke, thanks, and... possibly a job?" Johnny asked.

Re: Talk to Lacey

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

"Really?" asked Lacey, quirking an eyebrow. Maybe this squirrel controversy was good for business. "About the job, not the Coke. I'll get you the Coke. Why do you want to work in a diner?"

She was wishing she'd gotten around to that application form, kind of.

Re: Talk to Lacey

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

"I'll never burn myself. If there's ever a fire? I can put it out instantly without damage to your property," he said because that was important, right? "I can make a fairly decent milkshake. And I enjoy working with the public." Truer words never spoken.

Re: Talk to Lacey

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

Not that Lacey lived in fear that the squirrels would torch the place someday or anything, but . . .

Flash-cut, fantasy sequence version of the outside of the diner, discarded bottles of rum and acorns strewn everywhere, and chittering laughter coming from 'offscreen' as a match-wielding paw comes into frame.

"That's it, you're hired," she said. Lacey? Make rash decisions? Naaaaaaaaah. "Mondays or Wednesdays good for you?"

Re: Talk to Lacey

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

Johnny blinked, then grinned wide. "Wednesday? I think I'm about done working at the Photo Hut. Manager left a long time ago."

Re: Talk to Lacey

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

"A week from today then? That sounds great." In her enthusiasm, Lacey gave him three straws instead of just one. "So you were basically self-employed there?"

Re: Talk to Lacey

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

Chuckling over the three straws, he nodded. "Yep. In fact, I should be there now but I detoured on my way back from class. I think my talents can be better served in a diner. One can only take pictures of one self for so long, know what I mean?" Because aside from that and reading motocross weekly, that's about all he did. Tended to get boring after awhile.

Re: Talk to Lacey

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

"Well, I guess your manager won't mind if you walk off the job, then," Lacey said, and made a surreptitious attempt to swipe two of the straws back. It didn't work very well when they went flying in two directions. "So you start next Wednesday then! Great."

Re: Talk to Lacey

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

On his way to check out the gallery, Murdock spotted the specials sign in the window. His stomach immediately reminded him that he'd skipped breakfast. Time to fix that.

"Hi!" he greeted as he walked in. "I'll take the special. And the essay part. How long does it have to be?"

Re: Talk to Lacey

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

"Hey there," Lacey said, in a bit of a better mood (if still schemey and her player keeps forgetting to make that schemeyfingers icon, wah). "One lumberjack's breakfast coming up, and I don't know . . . napkin-length? Maybe two napkins if you write big."

Re: Talk to Lacey

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

"We'll see how it goes. All depends upon how inspired my muse gets. I hope you have plenty of napkins. Just in case." Muses were fickle things just ask his mun and you could never tell when they'd OD you.

Re: Talk to Lacey

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

Lacey, midway through handing the order back to the cook, stared at him for a moment, then reached beneath the counter and delicately offered him a small yellow notepad instead. "The napkins are a little flimsy anyway."

Re: Talk to Lacey

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

"Hey, thanks! Probably better than napkins, though I'm sure I could've made 'em work." He settled himself on a stool and began digging through his jacket pockets. "Aww, man. I don't seem to a have pen. Got some animal crackers though." He looked back up at Lacey. "Hard to write with the little buggers, though. Crumbs everywhere."

Re: Talk to Lacey

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

"I'm pretty sure there's only so far you can go to convince an animal cracker to write," Lacey said, and if she was a little more ginger in handing over a pen, could you blame her?

Don't answer that.

Re: Talk to Lacey

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

"Yah," he agreed. "Especially without milk. They're best for eating anyway."

He thought for a minute, just staring at the notepad, then turned back to Lacey. "Let me ask ya; why are you curious to know why prairie dogs are better than squirrels? Don't you like squirrels?"

He's still new, and therefore hasn't made the connection between Lacey and the squirrels. Go easy on him.

Re: Talk to Lacey

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

"Prairie dogs don't slander you. Or libel." Lacey made a small flailing gesture. "Whichever. They don't do it."

Re: Talk to Lacey

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

"Squirrels do that? Dang. And here I thought they just threw nuts. And drink rum. What's that all about anyway? Whoever heard of intoxicated squirrels?"

Community Bulletin Board

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

Joining the York Gallery flyer and yesterday's squirrel note today are several newspaper clippings about diseases you can get from squirrels, none of which are pithy or make for remotely interesting reading.

Re: Community Bulletin Board

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

A small piece of yellow notepaper with a drawing of a stick figure in something that vaguely looked like a helicopter with no body (just rotors and a seat) appeared on the bulletin board.

OOC

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

I have the Logdriver's Waltz in my head now. I blame bridge_carson.