This will not be a relic.

[hit-girl-mindy.livejournal.com]

A little after the Shodan attack, Mindy would learn that both Sasami and Negi would be repodded, further darkening her mood after all of the fight: no victory, nothing to be really proud of, just a good, swift win. That was life on Stacy, so be it. What was more, for all intent purposes, "Mindy" had to make sure to look broken up about the death of her father, which was obviously not a stretch. But there was something, in her estimation, that needed to be taken care of first and foremost, which was why Ruffnut would notice that there was no Mindy around the castle for the last few days. In fact, Mindy had spent that time in and out of the Juraian Royal Palace, through the permission of Starfire, of course. This was because she was cleaning out the debris those fucking robots left behind in the one place Mindy was adamant needed to be preserved: The First Tree Cafe.

Or formerly that, anyway. The sign had been done away with, with a new sign replacing it: Negi and Sasami's Diner. Granted, the inside was still a bit of a fixer upper, but the lights were working, the chairs were clean of garbage and robot entrails, and a now dusty but accomplished looking girl was busy inside, busy cooking.

Outside there was another sign: Negi and Sasami's Diner
Under New Management
Alien Burgers
Apple Pies
Soup
Ask for anything else and you will get punched in the face.
More food to be added at a date TBD.

[To Note: Splitting this post in two: for those coming into the restaurant, and Mindy going back to the castle.]

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The Diner [Open]

[hit-girl-mindy.livejournal.com]

They were now open for Business. And yes, right above the door there was a picture of accomplished Magician Negi Springfield as well as the former owner, Sasami Masaki Jurai. In the back you can see a no nonsense blond girl with her hair tied in a bun, hard at work making food.

[twin-shot.livejournal.com]

Yukio had wandered by this place once or twice during his stay on Stacy, though had never stopped by. It looked different, now; far more run down, possibly due to the latest attack, but its general state of disrepair meant that it probably wouldn't see many visitors, which made it an excellent, out-of-the-way place to have a conversation with his older brother.

He took a moment to observe the photo hanging over the door; he was sure he had seen them both at one time, but he couldn't quite place where.

"Excuse me?" the teen called out, stepping over a low-hanging wire. "You are open, correct?"

[hit-girl-mindy.livejournal.com]

First customer...and he seemed like a nice enough guy. Mindy stopped what she was doing and talked out of the kitchen. A girl younger than him manning a diner was probably something of a surprise, but Mindy's demeanor was unshakably no nonsense.

"Yeah, we're open. Still in the process of cleaning though, but I got food ready. What can I do for you?"

[twin-shot.livejournal.com]

His eyes darted to the doorway as he recalled the list that had been prepared for this day's meals. Alien burger didn't quite sound too appetizing, considering he didn't know what was in it. It would be best to play it on the safe side.

"Apple pie, though I didn't recall seeing a list of drinks served, if any. A table for two as well--my brother will be stopping in, shortly."

[hit-girl-mindy.livejournal.com]

"Nah man, getting drinks here would have been a lot of trouble. Just getting water here is a pain enough, getting something else would have been difficult enough to begin with. Maybe I can ask AJ if she would be willing to show me how to make Cider though."

She was half speaking aloud, half talking to herself. "Ok, you're reserving a table for you and your bro? Easy enough: I'll go clean up a spot without all the junk. No reason you two should have to talk with bunch of junk flying in your faces."

Re: The Diner [Open]

[first_of_steel]

Roger's had worse than slop, but it never hurts to have access to more than one food source. That, and ever since he finally found his armor, he's been exploring. He'll have duties to tend to soon enough. He wants an idea of his surroundings first.

Also he's wondering what, exactly, goes into the alien burgers. Alien cows, fine. Anything that used to talk, that would be a problem.

Re: The Diner [Open]

[hit-girl-mindy.livejournal.com]

Another customer. Cool. Mindy looked up from where she was already prepping the food to see who'd arrived.

She got up and out of the kitchen. Hmm. Decent enough looking guy.

"What's up? I'm Mindy, the...I guess owner of the place. What can I get you?"

Re: The Diner [Open]

[first_of_steel]

It's a little odd, but only a little. When you come from a place like the wasteland southern California's become, you get used to people inheriting responsibilities without warning.

"Good to meet you, Mindy," Roger says, and nods towards the menu. "My name's Roger. What's in the alien burgers, do you know?"

Hey, they could just be frozen patties made from blue meat or something. Scavenging weird food has a long and honorable history.

Re: The Diner [Open]

[hit-girl-mindy.livejournal.com]

And that kind of attitude was always what earned Mindy's respect. The whole "little girl can't do this" mentality was pretty worthless when you have to salvage a war wit alien species anyway. You took what you could get.

And speaking of that...

"Cool to meet you, Roger. Alien burgers is usually your basic assortment of salvageable alien human that tastes the most like meat that I could muster. Usually I'd have to go and buy up what I could for the shop and put it in storage. Sasami was always bad at making actual nice, fatty food. It's all good stuff though."

Re: The Diner [Open]

[gunspluscells.livejournal.com]

"So... is this actual food that you're serving?"

Aya couldn't help but be blunt as she cautiously moves through the door into the establishment, having noticed that there was someone who looked like they were in charge inside. She'd never been here before but the words Under New Management intrigued her.

Re: The Diner [Open]

[hit-girl-mindy.livejournal.com]

Mindy looked up and saw that girl from before, those guys that were looking for a new place to live that one time.

"Yeah, of course," she said. "Granted, I don't exactly have a vegetarian section or anything, but after those bastard robots, pickings are slim and all. But I'll make ya something. How did your search for finding a new place go?"

Re: The Diner [Open]

[gunspluscells.livejournal.com]

"You don't need to worry about that, I'll eat anything. Let me try one of your apple pies."

Well, nearly anything. She laughed softly, mostly to herself. Aya moved to sit at the counter, double checking for dust and debris before settling down.

"Chell and I found an empty warehouse." She continued after she was all seated. "It's good for the time being."

[appletastic]

In trotted Applejack, kicking a barrel of apples along with her hoof. It wasn't much, but it was the most she could get. Slow and steady growth was best, but it wasn't helping them get food fast.

"Gotcha what I could," she offered, kicking it over to Mindy's feet. "We saved one tree by its bark."

[hit-girl-mindy.livejournal.com]

"Dude, forgive my weirdness for just a moment," she said, and proceeded to do something she would have expressedly denied with profanities if anyone asked: she hugged the pony, grinning.

"I know it must have been hard with those stupid robots burning everything: I promise I'll try to help you regrow all that sh-stuff, I really appreciate this! If the original owner was still here, she'd love ya for it too. Sit, or...squat, whatever makes you comfortable, and I'll make you something, ok?"

[appletastic]

"Sure thing...sugar," Applejack breathed, tilting her head into Mindy's shoulder. Okay. That much she could do.

"Just don't push yourself too hard. Must've been rough on you too," she observed, plopping down in an out of the way spot. "Are you okay?"

[battorch]

Normally, Red Robin would not have bothered in the slightest with a cafe or anything of the sort. But he had seen who had entered it, a girl whom he hadn't run into in a while-- and one he was beginning to be suspicious about. He couldn't confirm it, not yet, but he could still approach her for other reasons. After all, she and Tim had spoken before, and had begun to build a sort of rapport.

"Hey," he said, as he entered. For his own part, he looked pretty beaten up, but he'd taken pains to avoid looking too injured (and as a result it hurt a lot worse than it looked).

[hit-girl-mindy.livejournal.com]

Oh MAN did it take an effort not to be outwardly freaked out at his state. She had hated leaving him alone, but Beastboy had been down and damn it, heroes took care of heroes, didn't they? She was just glad to see him in one piece, she was just going to have to play up the whole "what happened" routine.

"Jeez, man, you don't look to good," she said, making a move to sit him down. "What'll you have?"

[battorch]

"I'm not sure many people are looking that great," he replied easily, with a wry smile. He looked her over briefly himself, trying to take stock of any major injuries for herself, as well.

"Soup," he said, taking a seat carefully. Soup sounded good for the lack of agitating himself from too much movement. And since apparently the options were limited.

[newyorkbynight.livejournal.com]

Elisa was intrigued. Back in New York, her diet had largely consisted of junk food that she grabbed between shifts or between visits to the clan. Elisa missed burgers and hot dogs, despite knowing that it had been a lot less nutritious than the slop. She even missed the pathetic excuse for coffee that they served in the break room at the precinct.

"What's an alien burger?" she asked curiously, stepping inside. It wouldn't hurt to give them a try. Probably.

[hit-girl-mindy.livejournal.com]

No way.

Mindy was hard on cartoons, mostly because they weren't something she could really indulge in with ll the training she had to do: it was a hard life, and she loved it. But even Damon had insisted she get some form of entertainment, the more necessarily violent the better, so she had sat down and watched Gargoyles.

Yes, the gargoyles kicked ass and YES, the fact Goliath was on the ship was amazing. That didn't stop her quiet nerdgasm at seeing one of the first actually strong women character, FROM NEW YORK, on the ship for the first time. You didn't get more badass than Elisa Maza.

But best to keep herself reined in.

"Alien meat that actually keeps pretty well," Mindy confessed. "I got all the specifics on the meat too, how long it would keep, what it would look like when it spoiled, all of that. I call it alien burgers though, since I can't pronounce what the hell the animal was."

[newyorkbynight.livejournal.com]

Unaware of what Mindy was thinking and with no way of knowing about her fame in a handful of other worlds, Elisa smiled at the confession.

"It definitely smells good," she noted, impressed by the amount of effort she'd put into preparation. Elisa considered herself to be an excellent judge of character and she certainly seemed honest. (They didn't have anything along the lines of a health inspector on Stacy, but they did have a fairly tight knit community that had to trust each other to survive. That was enough.) "What does it taste like?"

Going Home

[hit-girl-mindy.livejournal.com]

Well, it was bound to happen: Mindy had to go back to the castle, to clean the actual place she called home. She hated being away from Ruffnut and all of the guys, but cleaning the diner had actually taken almost all of her energy, and she knew Ruffnut well enough that she wasn't going to start bitching at her about it. Avoiding people and working had been a good outlet for her, and now it was really just time for her to come to terms with everything.

She was dirty, dusty, and looked tired, but she knew, with a smile to herself, that if Ruff wanted to kick her ass for being away in the first place, her current state wasn't going to stop her.

Strangely enough, that thought made her feel better.

Re: Going Home

[ruffntumblenut.livejournal.com]

Ruffnut was dragging out large chunks of wreckage, as she had been for most of the afternoon. She was sweaty, she was dirty, and still kind of pissed off.

She was sore from the battle but healing magic and whatever medicine some med bay person had given her made it so she could work and so she had, clearing out the damage that the robots had done to her "Evil lair"

The ghosts were there again, they had never left really but while the evil computer bitch was stopping their powers the Ghosts couldn't do anything more then watch and feel miserable as their home was shot up and torn apart.

Now they were subdued, in mourning for the damaged hotel turned lair. But Ruffnut was determined to rebuild. It was what a good Viking did.

Spotting Mindy coming she was struck with another feeling, a mixture of relief and annoyance. She hadn't seen her girlfriend since they split up during the attack. Ruffnut had needed someone to fix her busted arm and Mindy hadn't wanted to wait. Now to see the girl come wandering out of the city, she seemed...smaller somehow.

Re: Going Home

[hit-girl-mindy.livejournal.com]

It had been one thing, pretending all day that everything was all right, talking with people, but when it came down to it she had just felt too shitty to go back to the castle.

Part of it had been fixing up the last place she and Sasami had worked in, Mindy eager to help her prepare stuff. But the other part had been the ache of what happened still fresh in her mind: shooting, crushing things, her stupidly leaving Ruffnut alone. She felt bad about that, but worse about what had happened in the pods,

"Hey," she said softly, trying to manage to look tough, not defeated, then giving up. "Is your arm ok?"

Re: Going Home

[ruffntumblenut.livejournal.com]

Ruffnut gave a curt nod and wound the arm that had gotten the worst of it in a wide circle which made a popping noise in her shoulder. Her face twitched but that was the most she would show of whatever pain that had caused. "Good as new. How about you? I haven't seen you in like. Forever! Jerk." she gave a weak punch to Mindy's arm as soon as she was close enough.