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Luke's D-- wait, what? Oh, Cafe Luke's, Saturday Late Morning

Now that everything in her apartment had been neatly packed up into meticulously sorted, labeled boxes (except for those three boxes of miscellaneous stuff that were going to cause her angst, as anything that defied her obsessive-compulsive tendencies was wont to do) and hand-written, overly flowery goodbye notes had been left at the post office for all her employees, Lacey stopped by the diner to wrap up a few last things and found it --

Well.

The sign out front was already different, even. Talk about your quick turnover.

At least she could still get in, and she pushed the door open and called out, "Hello?"

[OOC: For the new proprietor first, but if anyone wants to bug Lacey before she goes, go for it -- SP may be a thing, since I'll be out at a show this evening.]

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Vincent was in the back, currently on the phone to Eureka. Unfortunately for him, he'd managed to reach Fargo, of all people.

"I don't know how I ended up . . . somewhere. . . . Well of course it happened to Cafe Diem, it always happens to Cafe Diem! It's a miracle I'm still in business!"

He paused when he heard Lacey call out.

"Hang on, there's someone here."

He glanced out, decided Lacey probably wasn't a homicidal android from Section Five, and moved into the diner proper. "Hello?"

The homicidal android thing was a rumor that had very likely gone around Dog River at some point; Hank's fault, maybe, or if not then Davis's. Regardless, it wasn't true.

"Uh," Lacey said, taking a moment out of her quick visual assessment of the diner to blink at him, "hi? This isn't some new surprise makeover reality show, is it?"

"If it is, no one told me," Vincent assured her. "I'm going to guess that you're not Luke?"

"You know, I don't even know who Luke is?" Lacey admitted, shrugging helplessly. "I know of a couple of Lukes, but none who had anything to do with this place. I'm Lacey Burrows; I've been running the place, but I'm heading home now and I hadn't even put an ad out for someone to take over yet so wow, that was fast . . ."

"Oh no," Vincent said hurriedly. "No, I'm --" It occurred to him that he probably shouldn't actually tell the random person in front of him that he was waiting until the top secret government research facility worked out how it had shipped his shop to an unknown location and merged it with another restaurant and how to undo it. "-- That is, I'm here rather unexpectedly, myself. I was kind of hoping Luke might be a cute young man with a PhD in quantum mechanics. I'm Vincent. I run Cafe Diem, which seems to now make up about half of this 'Luke's' place."

"I couldn't tell you," Lacey said, looking apologetic. "The person who ran this place before me was a grouchy drag queen who didn't really talk, and wasn't exactly any help there."

The manners that she liked to pride herself on possessing (or flatter herself, whatever) finally broke through a little of the wtf the diner collided with another place confusion, and she blurted out quickly, "It's, uh -- nice to meet you, Vincent. Under unusual circumstances, granted, but that's Fandom for you, and are you sure Ty Pennington isn't hiding out around the corner with a camera crew?"

"Honey, the only thing I'm sure about right now is when I went to bed, I was in Eureka." Vincent gave a long suffering sigh, as though stuff like this happened to him all the time. "Fandom, you say? Is that near Portland?"

Lacey could have made a "which one?" crack about Portland, if she'd bothered to pay enough attention to U.S. geography. Shame, that, since Maine wasn't all that far away in the grand scheme of things.

"No, Maryland," she replied. "Well. Normally. Right now we're off the coast of Atlantis sometime a million years ago."

Not helping with the being-sure-about-things, Lacey.

"They built another time machine?!" Vincent didn't sound too happy about that. "The last one almost ate half my shop!" He threw his hands in the air. "Heathens. We're probably lucky all it did was meld two restaurants together."

"Not another one!" Lacey said quickly. "Not that I know of. It's the island. It travels sometimes. This time it started with the thing with the Vikings invading and . . ."

Lacey. Not helping.

She gave him a crooked little smile. "Um, welcome to Fandom?"

"Vikings? In the Mediterranean?"

She really hadn't.

"Well, I suppose it'll be something to keep me busy until GD gets this whole thing sorted out."

"No, we were in Maryland when the Vikings showed up," Lacey continued to dig herself into that hole. "The next morning we woke up in ancient Iceland, and we've been hopping around ever since."

Realizing (finally) how insane this probably all sounded, she waved a hand in a belated attempt to brush it all off. "Oh, you get used to it."

"I imagine you'd have to. Still, even people on a . . . space-time hopping island have to eat, right?"

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