10/15 - get a job you losers

[kokuyoyo]

Who: Chikusa and anyone who responds to his post
What: Chikusa needs free labor. And this is for a good cause. Mingle log!
When: October 15th
Where: The Hsieh Center, a shopping and art center in Centrium, and, more specifically, the makings of the Lazarus Bell Cafe

Really, the Hsieh Center is a beautiful work of art made into a building. While the outside is as colorful and plant-filled as just abut anything in Eddan (especially the art hub that is Centrium), it's inside that truly signs. Unlike some other buildings with simple floors, the center has a hollow center where you can go to the top floor, look down over the railing, and see the bottom. While everywhere in Eddan is obsessed with vegetation, it really shows here.

So why come to this place?

Well... Chikusa has an idea.

He's already worked with the school for the necessary approval and how funding would work, but the Lazarus Bell Cafe in its current state isn't fit for business just yet. Oh, it's clean, but there's nothing in it, yet. At least, besides machinery that had been left behind because it would have been to much of a pain to take it out of the walls. While some furniture and paltns to start with are being brought up, well...

Yeah. Chikusa doesn't want to do all this work himself.

Anyone who follows the signs that have been set up from the ground floor up that direct any "Green Valley volunteers" signs (small sheep drawn at the very bottom corner of them) will find themselves up at the cafe... and immediately being put to work. There's a lot to set up and make sure on cleanliness, from the bottom floors and some of the plants besides the main trees to the higher up levels including the staff area.

No wonder Chikusa didn't want to deal with this himself.

Comments

Chikusa Kakimoto - ota

[kokuyoyo]

A - sleeping on the job

[And just where is the guy who called everyone here in the first place...?]

[In the staff room up on the second floor, wrapped up in a very thick comfy hoodie and... sleeping. In the empty hole where a bed should be.]

[That's sure what he's doing.]

B - Reluctant Worker

[When he's inevitably woken up and forced to work, Chikusa can be found sitting on a stool near the counter, with his fingers clicking along the keyboard. While his fingers are moving fairly quickly, he somehow seems more exhausted for a guy that was caught sleeping. It drags at his face, and his usual slump is more atrocious than ever.]

[Occasionally, he rubs his hand up the bridge of his nose, bumping into his glasses, and it just.... slides into him crossing his arms on the counter so he can put his face down. He's fine.]

[Other times, he's a bit more forthcoming, not even looking away from his screen as he speaks up.]

Are antique shops better than using Meg's List for furniture...?

B

[mirrors_wish]

It can get expensive in a hurry. You might be able to find some at consignment and thrift shops, though. They're usually pretty cheap.

[Yui knows from experience, having spent most of her life working at her aunt's teahouse.]

[kokuyoyo]

I see... So, those places, then. I'll have to visit them...

[A pause, and he glances back to her.]

...Do you know the best places to buy coffee machines, as well?

[mirrors_wish]

Mismatched decor might work out. It makes things seem a little more homey.

[Which, admittedly, might draw more people. But they need enough clientele to maintain a decent cover, right?

But at the comment about the coffee machine, she smiles apologetically.]

No. I was raised drinking tea. I don't know much about coffee at all.

[kokuyoyo]

I guess....

[He'll have to flick through things like that... Chikusa isn't sure he knows what 'homey' really looks like.]

I see... I guess I'll have to find another one for those troublesome people...

[mirrors_wish]

It should be fine, either way. This is supposed to be a student business.

[As for the coffee machine, she bites her lip, thinking.]

You might have to ask around. I think...John's family has a cafe? He might know better. Or anyone who drinks coffee.

A

[transient_specter]

[Yea, that's not going to fly.]

[Chikusa will find a small cup of water poured on his head if he doesn't move fast.]

[kokuyoyo]

[He doesn't move fast enough, and there's water splashed all over this beanie and hair even as he jerks upright. His hand jolts, as if to grab something, but then he sees who it is.]

[There's no answer. Just a sulky stare.]

[transient_specter]

[It's fine, he's got a towel, which he holds out to Chikusa.]

If I have to work, you do, too.

[kokuyoyo]

[Still sulking, Chikusa accepts it.]

I've been working... This whole thing has taken forever....

[transient_specter]

Then ask for help. It's not as if you won't get it from me.

A

[secretmakesawoman]

[Well... Vermouth had expected to find him here, given his involvement with the cafe, but not exactly like this.]

[Her teasing nature getting the better of her, she pokes Chikusa's cheek. Wakey wakey.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Almost immediately, a hand reaches up to swat at the offending hand, and Chikusa's eyes slowly open to a squint. When he sees the particular woman- well. He's not exactly surprised. While he hadn't dealt with the new blood too much, he still recognizes faces.]

[Especially considering none of the enemies in that dungeon had any.]

So you woke up.

[secretmakesawoman]

You could say that.

[She smiles, and although her grin still shows "Christina's" good nature there's also a hint of cheekiness.]

Which is more than I can say about you. Weren't you the one who called us here?

[kokuyoyo]

[Slowly, fingers twitching from an old habit he'd rather break, Chikusa pushes himself up.]

With how few are around now.... It's not like I was expecting much.

[secretmakesawoman]

[Well, that's interesting information.]

Whatever happened the rest?

B

[lovelledup]

[Yep. Fine. That's exactly what Chikusa having flopped down with his face just barely not laying on the keyboard looks like. Besides he's aware that Chikusa was off napping when briefly no one could find him earlier.]

If you need sleep that much, you should go home.

[kokuyoyo]

[Chikusa's voice is mildly muffled.

I always want to sleep.

[lovelledup]

Saying that is a little funny after you went to the trouble of gathering us all here.

[From where he's standing, it's more that Chikusa always wants to be working on something. That's what it seems like, anyway, with the way he's taken charge of so many things regarding the Awakened. It's something Gladion can respect, and relate to in some ways. Though it makes the fact that Chikusa is talking to him with his face in his arms on a computer desk slightly worrying.]

[kokuyoyo]

Mmm.... It was just a message online...

[Something that he views to be pretty small in comparison to a lot of other things. Shifting his head, he moves it just enough to take his glasses off so that they aren't digging into his face. In a body that can feel pain, it's pretty annoying.]

And the alternative was doing it all myself.

[lovelledup]

[That's not wrong, but...]

We're here, though, so like I said. [Go home, he means.] If you're working on stuff while you're that tired, you'll just make mistakes, anyway.

A

[singlefaith]

Unluckily for him, Ran is on the hunt. She's "volunteered" for the kitchen, which in true Ran form, in spite of being thrust into it, she's taking on with full-on responsibility. There's a price for this, though: When Ran has taken something on with headlong responsibility, she expects everyone else to be making good on their promises too.

It takes only a flick of a glance through the room for Ran to catch sight of him. Eyes narrowing, she flings the door open so that it crashes into the wall, stomping into the room with spatula brandished. "CHIKUSA-SAN."

Good thing he doesn't do this in the flower shop. (OR DOES HE?) He'd have both Ran and her mother nailing him to a wall.

[kokuyoyo]

Holy fucking shit.

Chikusa jolts up immediately at the slam of the door alone, reaction too fast for someone who was apparently asleep. In a heartbeat, he's upright, his legs half curled already and ready to propel him out of the small space. His hand reaches for his pocket in preparation to pull out- something. Anything. Fortunately, even as his brain remembers that he doesn't have his experienced weapons, it realizes that Ran isn't a threat.

Admittedly, that doesn't pull him out of the curled up and alarmed crouch he's in, but still.

"...What?"

[singlefaith]

In another mindset Ran might have been impressed by his speed, probably even taken notice of his hand. But right now she's on a Mission, and nothing will distract. Brandishing the spatula like a rapier, she advances.

"There are windows to clean." The words are tossed at his chest like lead weights. "Tables to set up. The inspection is tomorrow, and the kitchen isn't even half ready for it, and here you are. Sleeping."

"You called everyone to help. Was this your plan all along -- calling other people in so you didn't have to work?"

[kokuyoyo]

With each step she takes further into the room, that's more movement Chikusa makes away from her. At first it's just getting onto his feet and out of the bed, but soon enough it's him attempting to maneuver around the room so that he's not cornered.

Her question earns a blank stare, and his silence is probably telling enough even before he speaks.

"....Maybe."

And he tries to make a break for the door.