Luke's, Tuesday, July 30

[justbeingbay]

It was painting day at Luke's. Bay left one of the kitchen guys in charge of the counter (with strict orders not to spit on anyone's food) and went back to some scaffolding she'd set up along a window-free wall of the diner.

She'd designed a mural of Flying Spaghetti Monster hovering over a surreal urban landscape made out of food -- an asparagus forest, hamburger houses, a river of maple syrup dotted with sugar snap pea canoes. Bay figured it was whimsical and diner-ish but not so cutesy it'd prompt sugar shock.

By the end of the day, she'd be spattered with paint but quite satisfied with herself.

Welcome to Luke's
Today's Specials:
Bacon Cheeseburgers
Garlic Fries
Oreo Shake

[OOC: Diner is open despite renovations. No OCD.]

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[arsenicmauls]

Gert had been on her way to the diner mostly because she thought she had left her jacket inside yesterday, but she saw Bay's design and had to stop, looking a mixture of stunned and thrilled. "Whoa."

[justbeingbay]

"Whoa good or whoa like, 'why are you defacing that poor innocent wall, Bay?'" Bay queried from her perch on the ladder, where she was shading in a cauliflower fence.

[arsenicmauls]

"Really awesome 'whoa,'" Gert assured her. The other question seemed a little pointless to her, because, well, "I assume the defacing is by permission-slash-request, 'cause there's not that many artists with keys to this place."

Really just the one, as far as she knew.

"Who knew there was such a thing as classy, artistic food marketing?"

[justbeingbay]

"Thanks. Priestly commissioned it," Bay said -- and if there was a note of glee in her voice, who could blame her? "He said anything I wanted as long as it didn't make this place look like the Olive Garden. Which I am in full support of."

[arsenicmauls]

"No cheesy 'family' vibes here," Gert assured her. "Just the promise of really good food. Which is good, because if your art turned this place into the kind of diner where I had to spend my shift being nicer to people, we would have had to have words."

She was joking. She was... ninety percent joking.

[justbeingbay]

"I heard Priestly's thinking about putting in a conduct code," Bay said, and almost managed a straight face.

She hopped down off the scaffolding, stood back to look at the mural critically. She wasn't quite sure about the river...

[arsenicmauls]

"Priestly couldn't observe a conduct code he wrote himself," Gert snorted. She took a few steps back herself, trying not to be in Bay's way. "What?"

[justbeingbay]

"He could manage, like, no stealing and no body fluids in the food," Bay argued lightly. "And do you think the river needs a little more yellow? I'm going for maple syrup."

[arsenicmauls]

"Maybe a little, yeah," Gert said after pausing for a moment to size up the mural. "And yeah, okay, I'll give you that. Unless the secret reason everything's so good is that Priestly has manna spit, or something."

Ew.

[justbeingbay]

"That's completely disgusting," Bay said, as she went to dab her smallest paintbrush into the light yellow. "Not as bad as manna pee, but pretty bad."

[arsenicmauls]

"True," Gert granted. "I suspect an argument could be made for 'you started it,' but why split hairs."

She took a step back, watched Bay paint. "Yeah, that's much better."

[justbeingbay]

"Also true," Bay admitted. "I'm blaming this one on the fact I have an older brother. Body fluid humor was big at our house for a while."

She kept dabbing paint onto the mural as she added, "So, not to totally change the subject or anything, but was your weekend horrible or did it skip you too?"

[arsenicmauls]

"Mine was okay, actually," Gert said, brow furrowing. "Apart from the random hot guy in leather pants in the common room. Was it supposed to be weirder than that?"

[justbeingbay]

"There were a bunch of weird people running around," Bay nodded. "There was some, like, goth guidance counselor in the graveyard. And radio was full of the crazies again."

She took a few more brushstrokes on the river. "And now I'm mad I missed the leather pants guy."

[arsenicmauls]

"He was bitchy, so you didn't miss much," Gert offered. "Goth guidance counselor? The British lady? I thought she was kind of... punk-spandex-chic."

[justbeingbay]

Bay shook her head. "Not Electroclash. This one was younger and swore, like, 500 times less. Also she had some weird makeup squiggle by her eye. I kind of want to try that now."

[arsenicmauls]

"I'll see if my friend Nico can make a goth makeup video tutorial," Gert offered absently. "Anyway, that's weird. Just hanging out in the graveyard for fun, or...?"

[justbeingbay]

"Seemed like it," Bay said thoughtfully. "She was mainly asking about me. She didn't really talk about her. Sounds like she was way nicer than your leather pants guy, anyhow."