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capeandcowllogs2009-02-24 05:34 pm
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WHO: Adam Monroe (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
400yearsold), Saitou Hajime (moarcigsplz), Riku Tachibana (heavenlyorigin), Ken Ichijouji (digikaiser), Milo Thatch (cartoholic), and Kyosuke Kiryu (satisfiedsigner).
WHERE: Ryoko's Restaurant aka that Japanese place Adam works at.
WHEN: Sometime in February.
WARNINGS: Nothing and probably nothing. Will update if something happens.
SUMMARY: Everybody who spoke Japanese ever is gonna go hang at Ryoko's and...well, speak Japanese and stuff.
FORMAT: Paragraph.
Adam really didn't like work. No. Change that. He really didn't like work when there wasn't anything to do. As of this morning, he had mostly been sitting around, playing with a spare rubber band he had found. They had a grand total of two customers today. Two. While boredom wasn't anything new to the immortal, that didn't mean that he liked it. Boredom sucked.
So, when the door opened, Adam perked up. Finally! Something to do! He grabbed a menu and turned to the person who entered, big smile on his face. "Welcome to Ryoko's Restaurant! How many are in your party?" He had this stuff memorized backwards and forwards. The fake smile, the chipper attitude, the 'let me help you!' look on his face. Being a waiter was pathetically easy. Still, it paid. Anything to kill boredom.
400yearsold), Saitou Hajime (moarcigsplz), Riku Tachibana (heavenlyorigin), Ken Ichijouji (digikaiser), Milo Thatch (cartoholic), and Kyosuke Kiryu (satisfiedsigner).WHERE: Ryoko's Restaurant aka that Japanese place Adam works at.
WHEN: Sometime in February.
WARNINGS: Nothing and probably nothing. Will update if something happens.
SUMMARY: Everybody who spoke Japanese ever is gonna go hang at Ryoko's and...well, speak Japanese and stuff.
FORMAT: Paragraph.
Adam really didn't like work. No. Change that. He really didn't like work when there wasn't anything to do. As of this morning, he had mostly been sitting around, playing with a spare rubber band he had found. They had a grand total of two customers today. Two. While boredom wasn't anything new to the immortal, that didn't mean that he liked it. Boredom sucked.
So, when the door opened, Adam perked up. Finally! Something to do! He grabbed a menu and turned to the person who entered, big smile on his face. "Welcome to Ryoko's Restaurant! How many are in your party?" He had this stuff memorized backwards and forwards. The fake smile, the chipper attitude, the 'let me help you!' look on his face. Being a waiter was pathetically easy. Still, it paid. Anything to kill boredom.
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Ken smiled politely to Adam. "Arigato" he said in his native tongue before before reaching into his sweater pocket handing the man a $20 bill. "Eve says you can keep the change."
He then set the bag down on the counter sorting through the various containers of food before finding the cup of soup taking a sip of it to warm up. He then turned his head to Riku. "Hello there." he said in perfect Japanese. "Are you new in town?"