Don't Get Food On My Yakuta! [M]

[A 5 A M 1 -- N4GA]

Name: Cosplay Café
Rank: D
IIC Length: 2 Days
Difficulty: Easy
Description: A local cosplay café has recently been short staffed due to the waitresses catching a cold. The Café has come to the Raikage asking for assistance to keep them from shutting down. The ninja will dress up in any various cosplay and keep in character while serving the customers and keeping them happy.
Objective: Serve the customers, keep them happy and try not to break anything!
Personnel Requirements 1-3 Ninja of any rank
Reward: 1,562 Ryo (1,250 for a Non-nin)

..Enter..

A grey Autumn afternoon. Glancing up at the sky, the sun looked to be dancing at least a little over half way, which indicated that it was probably around one or two o’clock. Asami had went straight to the café in question only to enter when the place was reasonably quiet. Wearing her pale pink and purple yakuta and wooden geta, the client rushed toward her upon noticing the Kumogakure headband sitting upon her forehead. “Hello and welcome to our café!” He bellowed, smiling a smile best fit for a king.

He was a rather thin looking man with receding brown hair, large blue eyes and a somewhat pale complexion. His attire was something of a traditional male Kimono, navy and white in color, with geta at least two inches high. His lips were thinly chapped and with cheeks as bony as an emaciated animal. “Hello, Mr..” Asami trailed off in her greeting, hoping that he would fill in the blanks. But when he didn't, she carried on. “My name is Asami Naga, and I am here to fill in as your waitress for the next few days.” She said evenly, clasping both her hands together, anxious to get this moving.

The client gave her a somewhat practiced smile and began to guide her through the café with light feet. “As you can see, the theme is traditional Japanese kimono day, which you appear to have mastered already. In fact, you look lovely!” He prattled, picking up a tray, an ordering pad and a pencil. “Now, do you have any kind of experience with waiting?” He then asked, handing the objects over. Asami accepted the objects and tucked the rounded black tray beneath her arm and tucked the pad and pencil into the strap of her yakuta.

“No sir, I don't.” Asami replied, her black eyes flickering toward the floor briefly. When the client chuckled, he moved her over toward a chair and sat down opposite her. “Well first, when you see a customer entering the building, you are to approach them in a friendly manner, a smile is compulsory. You kindly ask them if they have a booking and if they do, you escort them to the table written down in the log book sitting on the counter by the till.” The client began explaining, leaning back in his chair as he did so.

“Once you have seated them at the table, you ask for their order and report them back to me so I can tell the chefs to begin cooking their meals. While there are no customers to serve, you are to clean the café and make sure that it is presentable. When you see empty, or discarded plates sitting on the table, you are to pick them up from the left hand side of the customer, as you serve them on the right hand side.” Asami blindly stared at the man as he continued, fiddling with a piece of his kimono as he sat there.

It sounded like a lot of work for a simple waitress, but Asami felt fairly confident that she was capable of performing the tasks required of her. With a wary look, she glanced around the staff room before the client stopped speaking. “Now, do you have any questions?” He then asked, standing now. Asami shook her head and followed suit. “No, I have everything listed down in my head, sir.” She replied gently and was then dismissed without further ado.

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Walking through the double doors leading to the staff room, Asami was immediately greeted by a family of four at the door. Nerves rumbled within her stomach at the sight of them, but nonetheless, moved toward the family gracefully. Asami's geta tapped along the carefully polished floor swiftly as she moved across the clearing and the moment she met up with the family, Asami dropped down into a low bow. “Good afternoon, and welcome to our lovely café!” The words sounded like they were being spoken by another person. But as the family returned her bow, Asami continued.

“Do you have a booking?” Her voice was soft and elegant, just like her movements. The father of the family smiled and shook his head. “No, we're just walk ins for tonight.” He replied with a raspy voice, yet he possessed tender eyes. Asami paused for a brief moment. The client didn't say anything about non-bookings! “Ah, alright then, please follow me.” She then said nervously, turning around and swiftly glided around the room toward a table she chose at random. “Please take a seat and I will be back in two minutes so I can take your orders.”

The worst of it was over, but as Asami shot away toward the counter, her gaze darted over toward the log book only to find that there were only two bookings tonight. And the table number she had just assigned the walk-ins to was a vacant table. “Oh thank God..” She muttered before moving around the counter to head back to the table. “Ah I will have the pot roast with a bottle of sake. My wife will have the steak and the girls can have the beef.” The father said softly as Asami pulled out the ordering pad from her waist along with the pencil.

After scribbling down the list, she bowed again before retreating toward the counter. “Here are the two bottles of water for you to place on their table.” The client said, placing two large bottles of water upon the counter while Asami tore off the paper with the orders and exchanged them for the bottles. “Right!” She said simply before tucking the tray beneath her right shoulder, grabbing the bottles and returning to the table. “Your meal will be bought out to you within fifteen minutes. Now, is there anything else that I can get for you?” She then said, positing the tray beneath her arm a little more snugly.

When the family shook their heads, Asami bowed a third time and left the table quietly. One load of customers down, now time to search for something else to do.. However, the moment she moved over toward the cleaning area to grab a mop, the café’s door bell rang again, thus alerting her to the gaze of an elderly couple wearing matching kimonos. Placing the mop down, Asami hurried over toward the entrance wearing a glowing smile. “Good afternoon, sir, ma'am. How has your afternoon been so far?” She beamed, bowing low to the couple as she spoke.

The couple bowed awkwardly and smiled. “Lovely thank you, and yours?” The elderly woman asked. Asami paused again and adjusted her yukata. “Not too bad thanks. Uh, do you have a booking?” Asami asked, straightening her posture as she awaited for a response. “Yes, it should be under the name 'Ken.'” The elderly man said. Asami nodded and stepped aside so that the couple could enter the building. “Just let me find you a table and then we can figure out what you would like to eat.” She said softly before racing over toward the log book to look for the booking listed as “Ken.”

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The client already had one bottle waiting on the counter when Asami glanced through the book. The table was the two seater stationed over by the window nearest the entrance. So grabbing the bottle and racing over toward the couple again, it took only one gesture to the left to guide the couple toward their table. “I'll have some dumplings, what would you like, darling?” The elderly man said softly. The way he spoke to his wife almost brought tears to Asami's eyes as she placed the bottle of water down upon the table.

“Um.. I'll try the rice and eggs.” The elderly woman said, petting her husband's hand gently as she spoke. Asami wrote the orders down and bowed low to the couple before rushing over toward the counter. Once the paper was ripped off the pad and given to the client, the food prepared for the first customers was ready. Asami moved over toward the chef's waiting gaze and held out the tray as he placed the numerous plates upon the tray's surface. Asami then walked over toward the family's table and began unloading the meals one plate at a time.

Remember to serve on the right! “Thank you, Miss.” Each child said once their plates were placed upon the table. The parents also followed suite. “You are most welcome!” She then said before giving another bow and left the table. The elderly couple were quietly chatting by the time Asami approached their table with the tray carrying their meals. So far this night was going splendidly. During the next half hour, all Asami did was clear plates, take more orders and clean the café. Three simple tasks that seemed to not bother her in the least.

However, by the time the second booking arrived, it was well into the evening. “Good evening! Welcome to our café! Please let me take you to your seats!” Asami said cheerfully, bowing low as she did so. The family returned her bow and was escorted to the table in the center of the café. This was a family of ten and they appeared to be big eaters. The whole family had ordered five lots of the same dish and decided to throw a party for a boy's twenty first birthday. Asami and the client were both working the grounds at this time as the other family and couple had not left the building yet.

“You are doing very well, Asami-chan!” The client said cheerfully, phrasing about how fast and swift Asami had been throughout the evening. As she continued to work well into the night, it was not until around ten thirty that the families and couple had left. And as exhausted as Asami was, she had enjoyed every minute of it and was more than happy to do this again should the need arise. She couldn't wait to return home to tell her father what an amazing mission he had sent her out on.

Asami was placing the tray upon the table along with the ordering pad and pencil when the client approached her asking for the mission slip. Handing it over, Asami took a seat in the chair she had sat in during the briefing and watched as the man filled in a slot explaining that she had fulfilled her duties for the night. “I would love for you to return for another shift in the near future.” He said, turning the slip around upon the table and sliding it toward Asami's awaiting hand. “I will, sir.” Asami said, meaning it. She then picked up the slip, bowed to the client and left the café with a smile upon her face.

..Exit..