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Luke's, Wednesday

A cry of "HA!" echoed through the diner Wednesday, entirely unconnected to the killer clowns roving the streets. Regina rushed out of her office, holding a spellbook, a broad grin on her face.

"I finally found it! Where the curse went wrong! I can get out of here and find my son!"

". . . Cool?" the cook said. "But, uh. What should the specials be?"

"What?" Regina looked around the diner. "Oh hell, I should probably do something with this place before I leave, shouldn't I."

Today's specials
Something something whatever with apples

Luke's was open. And currently clown-free. . . .

[Regina is about to head out permanently! She was very fun while she lasted, but I have done nothing at all with her in ages, and I'm not good at leaving characters to fallow. . . .
Luke's management hand-off with Duke will be the last thread chronologically for Regina. Duke can still be found in the diner if you like.]

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"I've had more fun," Kathy allowed. "But nothing's broken. Just bruises, I think." She rubbed the side of her face. "You? Feeling all right after all of...that?"

Duke looked away and shrugged. "I'm fine. Not even bruised." His hands would probably still shake if they weren't shoved into his pockets, but she didn't need to know that. "You mentioned a first aid kit?"

"In the kitchen," she said, nodding in that direction. "Tell 'em you need it for Kathy."

Hopefully that would keep their more mischievous impulses in check. If not out of affection for her, than because she would absolutely tattle to Eliot.

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"Yeah, well. If they're not willing to just offer up a first aid kit to anyone who's injured, they're fired."

They wouldn't be fired. Mostly because Duke wasn't really convinced he was in charge here, yet.

He headed for the kitchen, keeping his distance from the staff, and came back a few minutes later with the largest first aid kit he'd ever seen.

"You didn't mention that it's basically a mini surgical kit."

Kathy gave him a confused look. "...You haven't been here long, have you?" she asked and then amended. "Okay, this one is a little much. My dad's kind of an 'I've seen it all and am ready for anything' kinda guy."

". . . And therefore stashes enormous first aid kits in random local restaurants?"

"He was the diner's previous owner. Or, I guess second-previous, now that it's yours," Kathy said, smiling a bit even though it made her lower lip ache a bit. "Then he and his partners got married this summer and left the island. That being said, I wouldn't be at all surprised if the answer was 'yes' anyway."

"Partners," Duke said, leaning on the plural. ". . . Nice."

He opened the kit, found a pair of gloves, and snapped them on. He held up his hands, showing the lack of skin.

"Should we try this again?"

"Yeah," Kathy said, with a smile. Like father, like daughter, she supposed. "The three of them're off on Dad's boat on a really extended honeymoon.

She held out her leg again. "Second time's a charm?"

"And he has a boat. I think I like this guy." Duke pulled out a couple alcohol wipes and some gauze, and took a closer look at her leg with a certain clinical efficiency. "I need to worry about him coming back and kicking me out of here at some point?"

"Nah," Kathy said, with the patience of someone who had sat through this kind of patching up a lot. "I think they're planning to set up shop in New Orleans. He might come back and check in, though. Just to see how everyone's getting along."

“And hear all about me attacking his kid. Awesome.”

Duke had the cut cleaned and bandaged in no time. He clearly had a fair amount of experience with first aid.

“Just warn me if I need to worry about him coming after me with a shotgun.”

"Dad doesn't like guns, so you don't have to worry about that," she said. "Besides, I'm not gonna narc on you. I remember when my powers kicked in. Bounced off the ceiling in one of the dorm common rooms. It happens."

She flexed her leg. The dressing was tight, but not enough to cut off circulation. "Not your first rodeo, patching someone up, I take it?"

"Not even a little. Been patching people up for years."

A quarter century, even.

"And I don't know if I'd call this a power, exactly. More like a . . . fluke. To be avoided at all costs."

"That generally doesn't work," Kathy said quietly. "You can't stick something like that back inside the box. Especially not somewhere like here. Trust me."

“Yeah well. Yours doesn’t throw other people across the room.” Duke finished bandaging her leg and backed off, pulling off the gloves. “Last time this happened, I nearly killed someone. Avoidance seems like the best plan.”

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