trans_9 | This will not be a relic.

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This will not be a relic.

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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"I wont lie: with the old owners if the restaurant gone, I'm going to have my work cut out for me. I gotta contact AJ about the apples, I gotta get more meat eventually, and I gotta get someone who knows about vegetarian crap for some of the other people on the ship."

She gave him a head nod. "Mindy Macready. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you as well, Mindy." He paused, taking the girl's words into consideration. This could probably be an opportunity; one that would keep Rin out of trouble (considering his brother had no idea the depth of trouble he currently was in) while they were on Stacy, and away from flaunting his demonic abilities at the first given chance.

"Rin would know about that," the bespectacled boy finally spoke up. "Nii-san is an excellent cook--it's one of the things he's very talented at."

He seemed ok. Secretive, but really, who wasn't? She was still trying to make sure no one knew who Hit Girl was, after all.

And luckily for her, thanks to hanging out with Sasami and Negi, she actually knew what a "nii-san" was.

"Hey, I'd be glad to have him. We grow more than a fair share of veggies in the Hydro bay."

He'd spent most of his childhood living a double life, so he had that 'secretive' thing down, pat.

Yukio eyed the small diner once more and chose a suitable spot that wasn't too close to the bar, but not so far away that it would arise suspicion. The teen rolled up the sleeves on the heavy, black exorcist's jacket he wore and went to work removing any bits of fallen debris that was on or near the table he'd chosen. Once that was complete, he removed a rag from one of the many pockets along his satchel and wiped away any remaining dust.

Satisfied with the little bit of work, he finally turned back to Mindy. "I'm sure nii-san would be happy to put all his excess energy to work. He's fairly strong, so you should probably leave all the remaining grunt work to him. He wouldn't mind," he said, assuredly.

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Mindy had to stop for a moment and watch the guy work. Man, but she liked his style: quiet, precise, and purposeful. There was no mistaking traits like that. Sure, she'd talked to a few of the people who came here and there, and they were all cool in their own way, but no one had actually attempted cleaning, if it was only his spot.

She would have to make sure he had an extra helping.

"I'll take your world for it," she said, albeit dryly. "What's his name?"

Yukio rolled the cuff of his sleeves back down and smoothed out any wrinkles, then took his seat.

"His name is Rin," he replied. "He's a bit of a fool, but his heart is in the right place. Usually."

"Rin huh? I'll keep an eye out for him then. If he's anything like you, I shouldn't be too worried."

Jeez, this guy. He was, like, all business and kinda awesome at the same time. Almost like a professional hitman or something.

Oh if she only knew; sometimes truth was stranger than fiction, though the two pistols holstered behind him might have given the girl some sort of clue.

"Anything alike...?" He slowly questioned, then chuckled. "Most people are surprised to find out we're brothers, let alone twins. He's an eccentric sort."

Oh, she had noticed that: it was Hit Girl, it was highly unlikely the guns would have been overlooked.

"Twins? That's a new one. What makes him so out there, apart from you?"

"Yes, fraternal. He's the older of us both, but you would never be able to tell. Nii-san is..." He paused, stealing a moment in thought.

"Nii-san is boisterous, reckless and talkative," he explained. "Too curious for his own good. Our attitudes, behavior and the way we view life, differ greatly amongst other things. "

That was pretty damn different. Of course, she still thought he was still lucky to have a brother to begin with. Mindy sometimes wonder what it would be like to have a sibling. The closest to that was...who? Lash, maybe, as a kooky, awesome older sister?

"Was he just pod popped?"

It definitely had its ups and downs, especially with his current love/hate relationship that Rin was unaware of, but his brother was everything to him at this point. He'd swore on Shiro's grave that he would protect Rin, and that's what he planned to do.

"By some stroke of luck we 'awakened' at the same time," he explained. It was a sobering thought to think that anything else could have occurred; if that were the case he would have chalked it up to failure on his part.

"We've both been here...for some time, though I am uncertain of just how much. My pocket watch refuses to work as it should," the boy said, tapping against the left of his chest. "This was the first time we've been around for a 'pod pop'. Does it happen often? I've been researching a method to keep decent time by, other than by my sleep schedule."

"If you can find a way to keep time, my power to you," Mindy said, "One of the worse things but living on the ship is that there's isn't a real way to measure time too well. You have to just sort of go with it most of the time. The Pod pops seem to be pretty sporadic though."

She was glad that they came at the same time though. "It'd be cool if your method worked though. I'd love to know how much time's passed so far."

"So I've noticed. It's incredibly bothersome when it concerns getting anything productive done. Everyone has different sleeping schedules, so one must wait at times if it involves another. Not only that, keeping a schedule is a pain."

It was nice, so far, having a conversation like this. With the recent events and the overall situation of being on Stacy, he'd been wound rather tightly. Pairing that with keeping Rin's heritage in check and the less-than-careful methods his brother had been using concerning said powers, he had been a few steps from legitimately pissed off.

"I'd imagine it makes it difficult to keep consistent hours open in a diner as well."

"I don't sleep all that much," Mindy said, and it was actually true: she was more likely to be up as Hit Girl, and sleeping was something she learned to take sparingly. Even now, she'd had two days with maybe four hours of sleep between them. Baths, however, had been a must.

"I'm about to find out," Mindy admitted. "I only just became the person looking after it. I don't even know how she wound up keeping the time. I'm going to have to adjust pretty quickly."

Yukio's eyes rose to the entrance, as if he expected someone to enter at any time, now.

"Neither do I. 'Daylight is burning', was something my father always said in response to sleeping in late. As for your time problem...have you considered crafting an hourglass?" he questioned, a brow raised.

"It's actually incredibly easy to do, even if glass-crafting isn't in your skill-set. It doesn't have to be accurate to how much time an hour is, only the length of time that you perceive as one hour. That was you can easily space out your shifts by the number of times you've flipped the glass."

"An hourglass?" What were they, in the stone age? And kind of bullshit was this anyway, the damn ship is all technologically advanced and they have huge nerds on the ship, but there was no way for them to actually measure time and days?

"I guess I'm a product of my world," Mindy admitted. "We all have watches and calendars, which are pretty useless in a place like this. But you know, you have a point. I think I'll try to make that thing, and I'll get Ruffnut to follow it. We could use it anyway."

He had to laugh at the disbelief present in her voice. "Yes, an hourglass. It's the most simplistic form of time measurement next to the sundial, but considering the sporadic and seemingly random day and nights in the City and our current inability to tell time in any sort of meaningful way, it's a start in the right direction."

Of course he had no idea if the ship would impede the ability to use an hourglass, too. Though if that were the case his concerns that the ship were interfering with their timepieces purposely would only be heightened.

Yukio sat back in his seat and reached down to one of the larger satchels strapped to his side and retrieved a black bottle with a tightly closed white cap. He took a drink of whatever liquid was in the bottle, then sat it down and looked back at his comm.

Rin really was going to ditch him, wasn't he? Knowing his brother, he was probably still asleep. The teen's brow furrowed in annoyance. If Rin wasn't quick, he would simply eat without him.

"I'll look into that," Mindy said. "Even if I can't do it, I know someone who might. Heck, I can probably even commission her to do it for me, but she'd probably just yell at me because of how simple it was."

Yep, Lash was one of those brainy science types all right. Which might actually be annoying if it weren't for the fact Lash made it all so FUCKING cool. Really, since when was she the type of person leading squadrons and shit? Not since Lash, that's when.

"What's that drink?" She asked, curious.

"It's tea made from different herbs from the world I arrived from. I know plenty about pharmacology, so among my belongings returned by Stacy were many of the items I oft carried with me for my job," he explained.

Demon Pharmacology was his specialty, but he had rightly earned his rank of meister as a Doctor through the extensive knowledge both exorcist related and non.

"Tea?" She definitely couldn't see why anyone would like tea so much they'd carry it in something that made it look like you were taking a nip of something else. "Actually, maybe I can try to learn how to make that stuff. I don't think anyone's tried making it out of the leave in the Hydro bay."

To be fair, the boy was impeccably dressed in a manner unlike his peers. He had a fancy, schmancy flask. There were a lot of odds and ends he carried around on that large, multi-pocketed satchel strapped around his waist.

"There are many ways to prepare tea, though the most simplistic method and blend would work for a diner." He didn't really think she would be interested in the long and precise manner in which a tea ceremony was held. "I've noticed the abundance of flora and fauna in Hydroponics, but I have yet to find any in-depth list on the properties of the various plants found there."

Oh, she noticed, but not knowing what his occupation was (and she still didn't technically) she was likely to be a little surprised, particularly when having tea in a flask. Strangely enough, because it was him she actually believed it WAS tea and not booze.

"With all the people and comings and goings, I wouldn't be surprised," Mindy said, who might actually be curious about a tea ceremony for the diner. For a regular day, not likely. Ruffnut would probably laugh her ass off at her for even suggesting it.

"I suppose that will have to be remedied," he said, pushing his glasses up by the bridge. "If that is the case and they haven't, it's a large, untapped resource for both the ship and especially Medical," who he had been putting off formally speaking to about a position. Leaving something so important usually wasn't like him, but it had taken some time adjusting to his new surroundings and the gravity of the situation.

"Documenting the flora in Hydroponics might also greatly increase the list of items you're able to create for your menu, as I'm sure there are a vast number of edible items there. Cross-referencing might also reveal some particularly rare, edible varieties...assuming you've not opened the diner out of the kindness of your heart." Not that he would blame her; he was well aware that one rarely received something for nothing.

"Yeah, I'd say so," Mindy replied, although really she had always been too busy to stay in Hydroponics bay for too long. He brought up a good point though: how many people had actually thought about documenting all of the new animal and plant life there? She knew that more additions had been made too, and who knows what woudl ahppen in their next shore leave?

"I sorta did it because a friend of mine started the cafe," she said, motioning to Sasami's picture right above them, side by side with Negi. "If there's anything I can do to make it a nice place to eat and not go broke, might as well."

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