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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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Then, somebody else came in. Adam raised an eyebrow at Milo's apperance. Where did he come from? And how did he know Japanese? Adam, Charlie, then this guy. How many foreigners knew the language? "Hey!" he yelled in Japanese. "This is a restaurant. Either order something or get out."
Then, the gyuudon was ready. A chef waved for Adam to come back to the kitchen. He picked up the gyuudon and a sheet of neon pink paper. Looking at the paper. Adam glowered. Help wanted. Of course. With Charlie bailing, they needed somebody else to take up the job. He walked to Riku's table and set down the gyuudon. "Here you go. Hope you enjoy the meal."
After that, he walked to the door. Stopping at the menu station, he grabbed a convienent roll of tape. Ripping off a piece of tape from the roll, he taped the 'help wanted' sign on the door.