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Gloria:
Job interview? There was an ad. Said all applicants be here at 6. I was assuming 6pm. Was it AM? Cause that would be weird.
Zebulon:
(On radio) And those were the heavenly sounds of the Humbard Family with their redition of “Just a little talk with Jesus”. I’m Zebulon Mucklewain here with my wife Effie, doing our best to bring the holy to the holler.
Effie:
Well, darling, as it was with my mother and her mother, I can always sense when a change is coming.
Effie:
As one might sense a storm coming up in their bad knee. One feels a pressure growing. All creation waits.
Effie:
No, no. Look to the Psalms, y’all. “For God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.”
Zebulon:
Where does this season of change find you all? Perhaps at a beauty salon, considering the expression of a new life through your follicles? Perhaps at the clouded graveside of a loved one?
Zebulon:
Perhaps it finds you lamenting the loss of your taqueria at a lonely diner outside of Phoenix.
Zebulon:
Wherever this time of change may find you, here is The Chuck Wagon Gang to remind you that heaven will always be your home...
Caspar:
That’s the Mucklewain’s Hour of Power. Sending out the gospel to the greater Toadsuck region.
Gloria:
Well it said “all applicants” but looks like it’s just me. Can I ask? Did you make the ad? Because it seems to me that no one else works here, but you seem surprised that I showed up. Do you own this place?
Gloria:
Okay, look. I don’t have time for this. You obviously had no idea I was coming and you seem to have no idea what you’re doing. I’m broke. And miserable. And for you to add your irresponsibly unprepared interview to that is the slap in the face I don’t have time for.
Caspar:
Wait wait wait. I’m sorry. You’re right. I didn’t know you were coming. Management never tells me these things. How about you... tell me about yourself?
Gloria:
Okay. My name’s Gloria. I’ve been in food service my whole life. I had a taquieria for a while but the pandemic shut it down. Don’t have the money to start it back up again so now... Now, I don’t know. I don’t know what I’m doing. I saw the ad, and for some reason a diner out in the middle of nowhere sounded like a good idea.
Caspar:
That’s great! That’s, I mean, I’m sorry about that, that’s... my condolences. Can you tell me about the ad?
Gloria:
Anyway. It was an ad in Craigslist. Not a lot of restaurants are hiring right now so it stood out.
Caspar:
I don’t know. Just sort of walked in, looking for a place to be, but that was a long time ago.
Caspar:
Sure. Sure. Sure. I’m Caspar. And I pretty much do everything around here since our cook unexpectedly left a while back. We have one regular customer, whom you’ve already met and the clientele here can be... challenging?
Gloria:
Well listen, I know the ad was for a waitress but if your cook left I’ve got tons of time in the kitchen.
Caspar:
Gloria, listen. You seem like a very nice person and I’m sure you’ll do well in life but I think you should probably leave.
Gloria:
Let me explain something to you. This place is an embarrassment to all restaurants and you have no customers. I don’t want this job but I’m not leaving until you offer me this job so that I can turn it down.
Effie:
... In times of change we often weep for the life we were promised. A life we promised ourselves, a life we imagined. All those visions of our future can be swept away in the deulges and tempests of creation, and though they may be swept away still we cling to them. We can gaze so deeply into the visions of a promised life that often the life we’ve been given slips past us and out of our grasp as well.
Effie:
Do not gaze too deeply into lives unlived, my brothers and sisters. Do not fall in love with apparitions...
Zebulon:
And for those of you out there still missing that life you feel you’re owed here’s The Norfolk Jubilee Quartet to ease your aching ghosts...
Ava:
(Outside)Gloria, I’m going to throw a rock away from the diner and it is going to magically hit Caspar, defying all laws of physics. When that happens, tell me how concerned you are about your car.
Gloria:
I absolutely am NOT the new waitress! Will someone explain to me what the fuck is happening?!
Effie:
Gloria, you have entered into a period of wandering. Of searching for meaning and needing shelter. And in that search have found yourself in a place eternal.
Effie:
Not at all, my dear. Though that question does imply a finality that has no purchase within our various vernaculars.
Zebulon:
They say you can’t explain fire to a fish, but I imagine if they could, that fish would feel about like how you’re feelin’ right now.
Leif:
I want to be clear: this is not my fault. I was in a card game in Andromeda, which we all know is a shithole, how could I have expected that the big loser at the table that night was the son of a-
Ava:
It’s like a large dust storm, but instead of dust it’s anti-matter, and instead of being a few miles long it’s the size of a nebula, and instead of being a weather occurence it’s a sentient super-being.
Leif:
Which I will apologize for many times over, I’m sure. Look if there’s any place I’m going to be able to shake this thing, it’s here.
Leif:
I don’t know. I’ve been hiding in this pocket dimension but it’s going to move on any minute and when it does this Transdimensional Super-Being is going to rush right at us.
Leif:
Time slip. If we slide backwards through a particualr timeline that could throw it off the scent. Where were you before I showed up?
Gloria:
(Laughing) Wait what? He’s going to cook something and make us go back in time? C’mon. Jen Claude Van Damme is: Timecook.
Gloria:
I don’t know. I mean I opened up my fridge this morning and all I had was Tapatio and a carrot so at least this is less depressing.
Caspar:
Okay. Let’s do this. Gloria, how about you have a seat at the booth there and we’ll explain everything to you as long as we are all still alive in a few minutes.
Zebulon:
And lo, Gloria looked upon a sight nary a member of her race had ever seen. Suddenly she sat in a booth, in a diner, floating in the tumultuous starways, her limited knowledge of exsitence as her only guide.
Effie:
The vastness of this new heavenly plane broken only by a distant malevolence. A dark spirit who now eyed her countenance with hunger. It was the size of any sky she’d seen tenfold. And it now moved upon them like a stalking beast.
Effie:
“Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.”
Gloria:
Hey, that’s my car. That’s me... getting into my car... backwards. That’s me driving away backwards.
Caspar:
We’re going backwards in the timeline. We may be here a while. Leif, it looks like it worked.
Caspar:
Gloria, try and keep it together, okay? Just keep your eyes outside. Watch the highway in the distance. See how it disappears? Now the road that you drove here on becomes a dirt road. Then there’s no road at all. Keep your eye on the view outside and I’ll be right back.
Caspar:
She’s looking out a window and watching Arizona go backwards in time. She’s not fine. We need to explain things to her and by “We” I mean “Ava”.
Zebulon:
That’s a wonderful idea, Caspar. Here’s the Hayden Quartet with “Will There be Any Stars in my Crown”.
Ava:
So... When I was young my mother always dreamed of me being a nightclub singer. But all I ever dreamed of was going to college. So she disowned me, and off I went to college. And then I went back to college again and again and again, I had a real knack for it. I got this big stack of doctorates. And like most people with a stack of doctorates I spent a lot of time in front of a great big chalkboard. I had a great one, it slid back and forth, I miss that thing. I would write big long equations, publish, write more big long equations, publish again, etcetera...When you’re a scientist and you spend your time zooming out on the universe you discover that the universe is, inherently, a HUGE bummer. Because everything is dying. Constantly matter and anti-matter is breaking down, forming into something else and breaking down again. Look out the window, we’re going backwards in time at an alarming rate, do you see anything staying put? Even the rocks are changing shape over time. Myself and my colleauges all accepted that. We accepted that the universe was in a constant state of decay. We had become cororners, really, studying celestial death.But I had a problem. Because on MY chalkboard and my chalkboard alone, all those equations I was writing were slowly pointing toward something. There was a point, somewhere deep in existence, that wasn’t dying. It was a constant. And the universe doesn’t do constants. The universe does death. So this one strange spot in endless space and time, was an anomaly. I tried to tell people about my theory but everybody said I was crazy, which, as a scientist, is when you know you’re awesome.So what’s a girl to do? Be called crazy her whole life? No. I decided, that I would leave my lovely chalkboard behind and go out and find this thing. I would go to the singular point in all of existence that somehow wasn’t dying. Turns out it’s a diner. Thanks for the cigarette.
Ava:
What? Everything after that is theoretical. Oh! By the way, that’s my booth over there. No one touches my booth.
Caspar:
The old saying is that “the only constant is change”. This place appears to be the acception to that rule.
Caspar:
No. There’s no fixed spot. Every night at 6pm when I unlock those doors, we’re somewhere else. Sometimes a different time, sometimes a different timline, sometimes a different universe, a different dimension, and sometimes an hour and half outside of Phoenix.
Caspar:
It’s a little more complicated than that. In an ever changing cosmos, this place is a constant. And I think the cosmos kind of hates that. So the cosmos quite often tries to kill us, as you just saw with the Transdimensional Haboob.
Caspar:
Today it was a giant malevolent super-being chasing Leif across the galaxy. Tomorrow it’ll be who knows what? What was it last week?
Caspar:
Right, Four Dimensional Ice Harpies, it could be anything. This place is like a virus constantly under attack by antibodies.
Gloria:
Okay but... Let me try and approach this in a way I can understand. It’s a restaurant. I used to run a restaurant. And the three things you have to ask yourself when you’re opening a restaurant is: Why this place? Why here? Why now?
Caspar:
Well, today, it was because of you. That’s the theoretical part, the part that Ava doesn’t want to talk about. What I’m convinced of, is that no matter where this place sets down from day to day, when I open the doors to start the day’s business, someone is going to need us. Because how could they not? Like Ava said, it’s all death out there, all the time. Everything’s breaking down. And sometimes people need a place, even if it’s for an hour, or just a few minutes, they need a place to feel like they’re not dying. Because it’s all just too terrifying.
Leif:
Me? You know, I’m just one of those guys. I wander around a lot, odd jobs, stuff like that. I usually end up back here, though.
Leif:
I mean, “universe” is a little reductive. You’re kind of describing a sandbox in a play ground in a densely populated city when you say things like “universe”.
Gloria:
You just went into the kitchen and made us go backward in time, you’re just some normal dude?
Leif:
Well, what a lot of cooks won’t tell you is that it’s really about the ingredients. They like to convince you they have some sort of magical powers but it’s really about getting out of the way of what you’ve got in your kitchen, am I right?
Zebulon:
Effie, I’m getting the distict sense that our new friend Gloria would like to understand the innerworkings of our presence in her life.
Effie:
It’s understandable dear. But as Job asked “Can you fathom the mysteries of God? Can you probe the limits of the Almighty?”
Zebulon:
Leif, might I ask you to put a pause in our rush through this river of time we are currently in? We would like to show something to our new friend.
Zebulon:
Gloria, if you would please direct your attention outside our windows. If I have listened to the Lord’s whispers correctly, we have travelled far into the American past and we are currently placed on a vast and open plain, in an America before history began. When it was a land of magic and enchantemnt. A land of peace.
Effie:
Those are the Pima people. They inhabited your home of Arizona for generations before the arrival of the Spanish. The Pima believed in the power of names. And that to speak the name of your ancenstors is to conjure them from the spirit world.
Effie:
Feel free and wave back. There is no fear in them. No pain in unknowing. They are witnessing a mystery, and all they need do is wave. During your time with us, do embrace that feeling.
Zebulon:
For how much of our lives are spent building spires to reach the unknown? How much time do we spend convincing ourselves that such constructs may one day be complete? And perhaps all that time we’ve spent demanding answers from the mysteries should have been spent waving at them, admiring them from afar, being thankful for their magnificent scope.
Caspar:
He’s going to take us pretty fast now... There goes the village... and then here comes the...
Gloria:
This is amazing. Ava, you’re a scientist, are you in heaven right now? This is amazing, right?
Ava:
I’ve seen some pretty amazing nonsense sitting at this booth, you know? Time slippage is pretty kindergaten for me at this point.
Ava:
This place is the most amazing place in existence but nobody thought to put in a cigarette machine.
Gloria:
Isn’t that bad? Isn’t there some thing where we could change the present by messing with the past?
Ava:
Only a man could think himself so important that even his slightest action could influence the time-stream.
Ava:
Trees could only grow about four feet at this point but the Prototaxites could just keep growing.
Ava:
Because you’re having a cigarette in 415 million BC. You seriously want to go back to one carrot and a bottle of Tapatio after this?
Leif:
Okay, this could get weird. We’re going to go full speed all the way back to the big bang and that should toss us back to where we started. Hang on.
Caspar:
Gloria, listen. I can never tell when we’re going to get swept off somewhere else, so now’s the time to make it for your car.
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