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Matters of the Restaurant? [Open]

From awkward to ARGH-worthy. That's a good way to put things into perspective for Sasami's current situation. After the mission, Sasami had returned to her initial set of work - trying to fix up the restaurant. While she wanted everything to be in working order so when she did open it, there wouldn't be much of a problem.

However, things had gotten worse before it got better.

She had decided to make a list of what was inside the dual freezers and found herself dragging and hauling out a lot of it. Outside the store and a bit inside were boxes and boxes of what was labeled as meats and other foods, but had actually been other things - random scraps of metal, guns, everything but food. By her guess, the restaurant was probably someone's front for some sort of rebel group.

At the moment, Sasami stopped to relax and warm up. Tapping in a brief message on her omnicomm for some suggestions, Sasami sat on a box and began to ponder her situation.

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Anwei came walking down the street just a little too fast, her denim shirt flapping over her plantsuit and her eyes scanning back and forth and not in parallel. She was curious about what might have been stored at the restaurant. And she was sort of on the lookout for freezer space - dedicated freezer space.

"Hello," she asked the person with the striking hair. "Are you Sasami?"

"Huh?" Sasami uttered, her thoughts broken by Anwei's appearance. "Oh, yes! Yes, I am! Can I help you?"

"I"m Anwei Ayles, new to the ship. I read your message on the comms - oh dear, you do look cold." She sat down on the street, apparently not caring a bit how it looked. "Freezer inventory, huh?" She gestured to the boxes, starting to drip with moisture in Stacy's humidity. "What did you find? Has it all gone over?"

Sasami couldn't help but giggle a bit. "Yeah, I had found this restaurant before our earlier mission, but I never got the chance to look it all over." She said. "Now that I did, I found out a lot of this stuff isn't needed."

She knew she was gonna catch a cold, but she wanted to make sure everything was in place before she did anything. "There's a few things that are still good, but a lot of this stuff...?"

She opened up a few of the boxes. Random metals in one, guns in another...

"...I don't think we can eat them."

Well, the other woman - girl - sounded all right. Not too stuffed up from the cold.

"No, I don't think so - although you never know when someone who does eat metals might show up." She took up one of the boxes and examined it; the guns had been packed solidly in some sort of chemical grease, so they should be all right. "I suppose you should just put these aside, maybe talk to someone who could get them shifted over to someplace safe. And make sure there isn't any ammunition or explosives."

She smiled at Sasami. "I heard that you were planning on offering the occasional cooked meal. Would you be interested in a helping hand, or I could help you set up an inventory database for what supplies you do have? I was looking into renting some freezer space, you see, and that's the most convenient way I think of to pay rent."

Sasami took Anwei's suggestion to heart - she would have to find someone who could deal with something like this since she had no idea what to do with them.

"I wouldn't mind the help at all...!" Sasami said. "I know there are going to be a lot of people once I get everything set up, so I'd need all the help I can get! Though, I have to ask - why do you need freezer space?"

Anwei shrugged, serious for a moment. "I'd like to be able to store some food supplies for myself, if I ever manage to get some to my taste - with the understanding that in case of need or my absence, the food would be shared with all the crew. You can of course inspect anything I load in or out, and I'll make sure everything is labeled."

She pulled her omnicomm out from a pocket in her shirt. "Let's see, the inventory software from Engineering could be adapted for a restaurant. I'm terribly fond of consistent software, it means that once you learn it in one department, you can go to any other department and figure out what's going on."

Then she put the omnicomm back. "Would you like me to inspect these boxes here for anything that might need to be moved away right now? I served with the Vizsnunishne Mercenaries, I should be able to pick out the ammo."

"I'd think that would be reasonable." Sasami said, nodding at Anwei's suggestion. "I'll promise, though, that I won't touch your food unless its absolutely necessary."

She looked at the omnicomm and what she had offered before grinning sheepishly. "That... might be a good idea." She pulled out her own omnicomm from her kimono, showing the cluttered mess of notes Sasami made. "For both things, actually. Frankly, I'd like to get rid of some of this stuff before it goes off or something..."

"I appreciate that, and I just want to be clear: if I vanish and come back, it's perfectly all right that my food gets used up. Better that, than it going to waste."

"Works for me!" Anwei smiled just a bit too wide, then quickly relaxed her grin. "I'm more worried about the chemicals decaying over time and rotting the boxes, so someone picks them up and they break open. Would you like me to clean up those notes, while I go through these boxes? Don't worry, I am very good at multi-tasking."

Sasami nodded and handed her omnicomm over to Anwei. "Would you, please? It would be a big help...!" It felt great to have people helping her out like this, especially with a project this big!

"No problem. It'll be a nice change of pace for me." Anwei held the two omnicomms together face to face, letting them sync, and then handed Sasami's back. "I'll organize what's here, but you'll have to put in what's missing - I don't know enough about your standard recipes to know what staples might be missing."

For that matter, what she knew about cooking was mostly supervising twenty other people while they cooked. Maybe she could find something to barter for cooking lessons. For the moment, though, she started transcribing the notes into order with one hand and eye, while scanning the boxes for suspiciously discolored surfaces or the smell of chemicals.

She hadn't forgotten, although Sasami likely would have thought Mindy was miserable the whole while on the trip. She entered the shop with several boxes, some looking as if she really shouldn't have been strong enough to bring them in by herself.

"Ok, I have some foods I got from that funky planet. I tried to get, like, a fair amount of greens and meats and stuff, and I asked the best way to prepare them. I got some weird suggestions, but I've already worked out the best way to cook 'em up. I figured that you might not have food just here, so...whatever."

She wasn't in costume: in fact, she was in the outfit Sasami had picked out.

Sasami couldn't help but blink at what she saw - Mindy, wearing the outfit she had picked out from the mission, carrying boxes of various foods with her.

"Oh... Mindy, you... you really didn't have to...!" Sasami said, actually a bit touched by her actions.

"Hey, just...I was just making sure you had the food, ok?!" She looked almost annoyed, but hell, even she thought that the girl could be a pain, it was good seeing the smile. She seemed to need it.

"Now let's see about getting your kitchen stuff to work."

Sasami knew Mindy wouldn't like it, but she put it aside as she reached over to hug the other girl. It seemed weird to see her helping her like this, but it was wonderful.

"Sorry... I just... think it's nice you're helping me like this." Sasami said. "But, yeah, let's see what we can do."

It wasn't about disliking it: it was that if she was Hit Girl, she would have had to shrug it off. As Mindy, it at least wasn't that big of a deal. She sighed.

"Yeah well, its all right. Its your pet project, yeah? What else can I do?"

Walking down the street and approaching at a steady pace was a familiar figure. Same stance, same walk, same red hoodie. When she was close enough, she gave Sasami a light wave and a warm smile.

"Hey Sasami, ready to help out in any way I can. I also figured I could take some of these of your hands and take them down to engineering. We could use spare parts."

She grinned playfully. "I brought some food back from the planet in hopes to get nice non-slop meals. You're free to use them here." She gave her a playful thumbs up.

Sasami blinked as she noticed Ronnae approach before smiling widely at her new friend.

"Oh, thanks a lot...! I hope it'll do the trick, though. With so many here, it might not be enough."

She smiled happily at her friends usually chipper mood.

"I'm sure we can work something out. Maybe have only weekly to bi-weekly real meals? That should cut down on the food usage a lot and still give the crew the satisfaction of a warm home made meal."

"Hmm..." Sasami thought a bit at Ronnae's suggestion before nodding. "Y'know, that just might work out. Don't want to hold back too much, yet we can't wait too long or everything'll go bad again."

She did a happy cheer. "If anything I'm sure our department or the spellcasters in our crew can come up with something to help preserve the food. I'm sure everyone will agree to help on something that will make the crew happy." She hugged Sasami happily before looking around.

She lifted her hoodie over her head, leaving her in a plain black shirt with a pink heart in the middle. "Alright looks like there's work to be done regardless! So point me in the right direction Sasami!" She gave her a playful thumbs up.

Albert was meandering through the streets when he came upon the restaurant, it made him slightly nostalgic for the Mcdonalds he ran back in The FAYZ. Perhaps he could provide some assistance.

"Excuse me," he tentatively said, getting more confident with each word, "My name is Albert Hillsborough. I am looking for the person in charge."

"Oh...! Hello, Albert!" Sasami said, bowing at the newcomer. "There's... no real owner since it's been abandoned, so that makes me the owner then...!"

She grinned sheepishly at that.

"Is there something I can help you with?"

Albert paused, bowing back and then reached out his hand to shake hers. She looked a bit young, but he knew from experience that appearances were deceiving and that kids could do more than adults ever imagined.

"I have had previous experience in the restaurant business and I believe I may be of some assistance. If you would not mind, may I take part in this endeavor?"

As Sasami finished bowing, she reached out to take Albert's hand, giving it a firm shake.

"I would really like that...!" Sasami said, nodding. "It's such a big undertaking and I need all the help I can get!"

"What has everyone been doing?" He inquired, excitedly. "What supplies do you currently have?" Albert wanted to know as much as possible.

"Well, right now, I've been trying to figure out what we have and what we don't have." Sasami said, patting one of the boxes. "A lot of these boxes were just random things kept in there. I'm guessing it was some sort of front for a war or something..."

She looked back in thought as she kept thinking. "We do have some food and a few other helpers had brought some food from the recent mission. We do have some pots and pans, but beyond that, I don't think there's much else."

She grinned sheepishly as she continued. "Then again, a lot of that stuff was a bit too high for me to check."

"We might want to be careful searching through the boxes. We definitely need to take inventory and start coming up with what sort of dishes we can make."
Albert pondered, from experience he knew that fridges and freezers were important to maintain the quality of the food. "Do we have anything to store the perishables?"

He continued, knowing that he wasn't too tall himself, "Can we get a hold of ladders?"

That's a lot of boxes. Howard wishes for the umpteenth time he had someone around to lift them. He's always been the kind to drag heavy things himself. He helps himself to looking in some of the boxes. Hmm, potentially very useful.

"Is this the stuff you're looking to get rid of?"

"Uh-huh!" Sasami said, nodding. "I don't know what's in there exactly, so I hope you're careful with it." She'd hate to have someone hurt because of what she's doing.

"You're thinking I shouldn't shake boxes full of ammo, right?" He's been around enough guns to know that leaving gunpowder around is never really a good idea. Probably especially in Stacy's humidity. "Anything of note in here?"

Sasami nodded a bit. "Yeah. I should have made that a lot clearer. Sorry." She looked down, a bit embarrassed. She should have known better.

"Beyond these, not really. A lot of them, I didn't really recognize, so I'm not sure if there's anything important in there."

"How many'd you look in? Most of this stuff looks like it belongs in the Armory, but generally a place where you hide guns is a place where you hide other stuff too. Have you checked the building for compartments and everything?" Not to mention, there are probably people the whose bioscan doesn't check out for weaponry who might want to get their hands on things. But no need to tell Sasami that.

Sasami blinked as Howard mentioned that. It never occurred to her to double check everything and make sure.

"No, no I haven't...!" Sasami said, worried. "Oh, no... it would be best if we did!"

It was then that Sasami realized his earlier question. "Oh, the boxes...! The ones I have out here are the ones I've shuffled through already. I think there may be a few more back in the freezer that I couldn't get to...!"

"Okay. Well, I'm a busy guy. Whenever you get to looking through them, dump them out here by the curb and I'll pick them up. Got a pen?" He definitely should be marking some of the boxes as fragile. "I'm moving it all to that empty, trashed warehouse down the street. Looks like the place money goes to die right now, but I've got a friend who'll fix it up."

"Ah, pen? Pen... pen... pen..." Sasami uttered, patting down herself. She was certain she might have had one on her after working with Nathan. Finding one, she pulled it out and handed it to Howard. "Here you go! I hope this isn't going to be too much of a problem, though..."

"Well, it's not like it wouldn't have helped if the former owners had bothered to put labels on all this. Or organized it for people who aren't brain-damaged," he says, pulling a gun out of one box and putting it in another with similar weaponry. He draws what's either a crude sketch of a gun or the outline of a capital L on said box. "But I think it'll be less a problem than beneficial."

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