Luke's Diner, February 9 (Monday)

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There was no sign of Lacey this morning, but the dishwasher and cook were mumbling something to the effect of fake blood and protest signs all over her apartment, and a cleaning frenzy.

They were kind of disappointed; they'd been hoping to make fun of her.

Oh well. It wasn't like they never had opportunities for mockery on normal days either.

[OOC: OCD-free and moddable; not feeling so well today and may be leaving work early.]