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Eliot spent the first half of his shift at the diner today occasionally throwing things at the section of wall that Kitty had escaped through last week (there was a possibility he thought he could catch it off guard if he did it fast enough) before finally concluding that it wasn't anything in particular about the wall that made it possible. Which meant now he had to figure out how to fight off whatever the heck Kitty was (his current theory: ghost) if he ever had to.

Which, after skimming a few of his inexpertly googled websites about quantum entanglement, he decided was more of a thought-experiment question for Hardison than something he was going to work out on his own, so he turned his attentions instead to setting non-lethal traps for the kitchen staff.

It was important to keep them on their toes.

Today's specials
Sega wat
Vegetable alecha
Dabo kolo

Luke's was open.

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"World changing I can deal with," Eliot said. He generally preferred problems he could hit. "Don't like people in my head."

Kenzi thought of Toby, and kept her face blank. "The Island kinda pushes at that. Sending you future kids, or turning you into things." She slurped up another spoonful. "The people help, though. If they're not turning into monsters."

"And how often does the 'turning into monsters' bit happen?"

"Hmmmmmmm... Once a year, or so?" Kenzi squinted, trying to remember exactly. "Maybe longer apart. It's happened to Bo twice, in the whole time we've been here. Going on three years now, jeez." She shrugged. "Hasn't happened to me yet, but I have been kinda crazy and not myself a couple times a year."

"Why the hell does anyone live here?!"

And why the hell had he stuck around long enough to care anyone around here who did?

"'Cause sometimes going back's worse," Kenzi said matter-of-factly. "Juvie, remember? At least at first, for me. Lots of the students are runaways or throwaways, or refugees from some really fucked-up place. Same for some of the teachers, or they care about the students. Townies are used to it." She opened her arms in a shrug. "People leave. People come back. The place gets under your skin."

"I've seen juvie. Juvie doesn't come with fangs. Slightly less lethal." Eliot shook his head. "Island full of freaking morons."

So, you know, naturally he owned a damned house here.

Kenzi grinned at the grumbling. "Yeah, and you can leave any time, pal." She studiously went back to her sundae, snickering. "Find me another place with a pink pony for a teacher, and a freezer into Antarctica, then I'll move."

"Those aren't selling points."

"Are for me!" Kenzi grinned, licking the back of her spoon. "I tried to claim the pony for myself at my welcome picnic. And met Bo again. Couldn't get me out of here with a crowbar after that."

"The pony is insane," Eliot pointed out. He wasn't real certain about the sanity of her hitter, either, though in certain circles, that would be a selling point. "And there's not supposed to be things living in your freezer."

Kenzi gave him a grin and kept eating. Because, clearly, no one was stopping him from leaving now, were they?

"Shut up."

He still had to learn how to fight ravenous creepy-ass aliens. And vampires. And ghosts. And freaking crazy pink ponies.

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