Ramen Ramen!

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This is a Private mission thread for Akemai Korasawa. Please don't interrupt. (except moderators -- obviously)

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Temp!
Rank: D
Life Cycle: Once per PC!
Description: Supa-Ramen, the new local Ramen joint everyone is raving about, has just suffered a major blow - much of its staff has suffered a bad cold, leaving them unable to run the restaurant! desperate due to the impending arrival of a key food critic, the chef has run to Hokage for answers.
Objectives: Help the chef in whatever way possible get his feast ready for the critic. Use your chakra to accelerate, but keep in mind that if the critic is upset in any way, you will fail!
Rewards: 25 EXP / 500 Ryo

This was it. Her first mission. Ever.

Luckily, she had gotten a good one.

As soon as May was inside the small building she knew she was in the right place. A warm smell filled her nose, and she took several deep breaths. Ramen.

It was one of those things that everyone would have had memories of, the warm, salty aroma of those long, silky noodles. It made May's taste buds go wild; she was hungry. But, that wasn't why she was there. She was there, for her first mission, a mission she couldn't help but to be excited about.

A local Ramen store was in some trouble; they needed some help with preparing a feast for a food critic. For some reason, a reason that May honestly didn't care about, the restaurant was low on staff. So, according to the crumpled up piece of paper she held in her hands, May was to become that staff.

Now cooking, it was easy for May. She grew up always helping her mother in the kitchen and seemed to have that knack for it. So she wasn't very worried on how the day would go. But she was prepared for anything. Anything!

Inside was humid and warm, May could her the settle "sizzles" from the grease. She made her way to a counter -- a very full counter, and tried to call down a rushing chef. But he was too busy. So she took that moment to look around, it was a smaller place, quaint. But anything like this would obviously attract customers, it was cute. The walls were covered with red paint, which seemed to match the long, narrow counter perfectly. Smiling faces filled the place, and all May could here now was laughter and chatter. It was a bit overwhelming.

She was pulled away from it all with a tap on her shoulder. She spun around on her feet only to meet faces with a short, larger man. His face was moist and his expression pained, and May tried to focus while his eyes jumped around the room. "Sir I --" She was cut off when he stared straight down to her, him being slightly taller. "Are you the person he sent? The Hokage?" May opened her mouth only to be cut off again. "I'm out of my league here, the critic will be her soon and I need the help." His tone was frantic and he seemed very stressed. "Sir, I'm sure you --" May was shut off yet again by the chubby man. But this time he multitasked. Pulling her to a door located near the counter. "We don't have much time, I just need you to help with the regular customers while I get the feast together."

He dragged her through the kitchen to a back room where few staff members stood awkwardly. They too, looked stressed. "This is your new waitress." He released his hard grip on her shoulder and scurried out. Two of the others fallowed him out, leaving May with a younger looking women. "Uhh. .hello." May managed, still trying to register all that just happened. "Sorry to. .keep you waiting?" She shrugged. Maybe she wasn't ready for this.

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The woman was tall, lean, and bluntly beautiful. She didn't look like the type of girl to be working in a ramen restaurant. Her crisp, golden hair was pulled back into, what looked like a bun. It was loose and fluffy, and shone in the light. She smiled down at May, something that May a little less nervous. "He's not actually scary." The woman said with a smile. "He's just stressed." She shrugged and turned to a cabinet behind her; she seemed to be the only person that was relaxed.

The woman reached up and pulled out an apron and net that looked exactly like hers, just ten times smaller. "Here." She pushed the clothes into Mays arms and slid past her to the door. "Prepare yourself for a rough night. You have the hard job.

Turned out, May didn't get to cook. After she tied up her hair and successfully attached the apron to her body, it was time for her to really start the work.

The kitchen was full of panic, the few workers still there ran around frantically, getting orders and food. While the blonde woman glided here and there. May could have sworn she was humming. . ."Excuse me Miss?" May said politely as she approached her. "What's this difficult job your giving me?" She woman didn't even glance at her, and as she talked over her shoulder May had to strain herself to hear. It was loud.

"You are to help give the orders to our customers, we'll hand you an order with a number on it and thats what table or seat you'll bring it to." In the middle of her sentence the woman moved smoothly over to a different stove and handed her a plate crowded with various vegetables and meat on top of warm, wet noodles. Steam still rose off it and May couldn't help but to inhale the goodness. Wow! She thought to herself as she stood there basking in happiness. If she could only have one bite. "What are you still doing here?" The woman asked, looked at May as if she were stupid. "Oh, right. Yeah, ok. Sorry!" She rambled on until the woman literally pushed her out the door and into the place behind the counter. Oh god. She thought, staring wide eyed at her view. there had to be nearly 50 people in the place, all terribly loud. "Fantastic." She said aloud, before realizing she was just standing there. She glanced down at the plate, the steam beginning to disappear. #12 it read, and May looked around frantically. There were no number 12s, she bit down on her lip not realizing she was panicking. Wait. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Now, where were we? She opened her eyes and carefully scanned the tables. 9. . .10 . .12! She couldn't help but to smile and she quickly -- yet calmly, walked over to the table. She handed it to the man who sat alone. Alright! I got it. She grinned and turned around, walking back to the kitchen. This mission was starting to brighten up.

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Everyone was still frantic, and just the sight of people moving rapidly around the room made May think of stepping it up. Now it was time to work.

She was beside the stove in seconds, smiling up at the woman. only then did she notice her name tag; it read Akira. "Miss Akira?" May hummed, only to be met with a huge smile from the woman. "Yes?" she said in a sing-song voice. "I think I can do this now." May nodded to herself and tensed as her hand met a hot plate. "Here, table 17 is in the back." May bowed quickly and slid away, pushing threw the doors. This time she knew where she was going.

The back of the building was darker and had green walls instead of red, a table, a very loud table, of young adults were cheering on a girl singing on a karaoke set. Her voice was terrifying. "Uhm, who ordered. ." May looked at the plate for a second and chuckled. "This." She shrugged but a man in grey happily took the plate; then she was off to the kitchen again.

After a few more times in and out through those doors, May was attacked with a challenge she didn't know if she could handle. "Here!" One of the waiter pressed three separate plates into Mays hands, he turned his head to cough. He;s sick. May thought in horror and she positioned the first two plates against her chest. The third came and balanced on her hand, and May was now very focused.

She walked very slowly out of the doors and nearly fell when a little girl ran by her. The plates wobbled and May almost let out a shriek. Just keep going. . Luckily the table was near and she felt better by the time she was there. The hungry guests grasped onto the plates and starred to eat. Leaving MAy thinking how she could improve next time.

When she walked into the kitchen she felt horrified, the two other waiters besides herself were stripping their uniforms off and walking towards the exit. "What. . ?" May gaped at the leaving workers; then they both coughed.

"C'mon girlie, we'll make it." Akira nodded and smiled, but May could tell it was forced. They wouldn't be able to keep it going with just the two of them, well actually May would be the only waitress. And the chef couldn't take over Akira's position because he had to make a wonderful meal. Don't panic.. don't panic. . May never panicked, she was not the type. But what would happen if she failed her first mission? Oh god, we won't make it. It's impossible to do this with one person, it's impos -- Wait, thats it. May wasn't just one person. She was Akemai Korasawa, the winner. And she would win.

"Your right, we'll make it." May nodded and truly smiled, she could do this. Right?

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+30 exp!

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OOC: Zomg, yayaa :3 I can write more though, riight? Cuz I haven't finished the mission yet XD

[Axcel]

Feel free to write as much as you want.

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OOC: Awesome /is not an over achiever. . pshhh.

May's nerves were jumping, she couldn't fail. But I won't. She firmly told herself, she had to think positive. She shifted her weight to one foot, and then another. A nervous habit she obtained over the years.

"Here, take these and I'll put more on the counter." Akira nodded, and May nodded back. She swiftly picked up the two plats and rushed out the door. May did have good reflexes, so she might just be able to do this well.

She made her way across the building, finding the individual tables and serving them food. N one seemed to be loosing their temper yet, and the food kept coming so obviously they kept getting orders.

But people kept piling in, one after the other, more customers to serve. So May did just that, now that the other were gone she had to give the customers their menus and eat them. So she had a continuous routine of serving food, seating people, then taking orders. Soon it all became natural and May was swaying around the restaurant.

Now the sounds were just a blur, and night began to fall. May thought she was doing well so she kept at it, the motions becoming unconscious. May kinda' liked it, the waiting on people. It was fun to move so quickly and get the hang of it, and it seemed to probably improved her reflexes since more then once did she have to catch a falling cup.

The tips were great too, even though she didn't get to keep them. But the customers were happy and the mission seemed to be going well. Surprisingly she was taking care of it. But as the night moved on May got tired, and loopy. Moving slower and not remembering as many things. She could see the change in expression on he customers faces. But the population inside the building also died down, giving May longer resting periods.

One time when she came through those doors, the chef looked worse then ever. May swore her was green. . "He's here, the critic! I have the food. . but if he doesn't like it then I'm doomed!" May felt a little compelled to help him, even as she approached him she mumbled "Little dramatic, won't you say?" Luckily he didn't hear her.

"I think you'll do fine, Sir." She smiled her "cute" smile and looked up into his eyes. "Just go for it, I'll cross my fingers." She nodded and he went back to preparing the food. The day was almost over. . thank god.

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May could have sworn she fell asleep, for as the customers left and the orders decreased the sounds and colors became a blur. She had one last plate to serve before she was granted permission to leave. So she straightened herself up and took a few breaths.

"Alright, here. Don't drop it! The chubby man thrust a plate into her hands and quickly looked away. Like I'd ever. was what passed through her head. May pranced out into restaurant and found the mans table, smiling as she handed him the delicious looking plate. He thanked her and she went back into the cooler kitchen, only to find the chef crying. Oh my god! He's a drama queen.

It took her a few moments before she overcame the moment of surprise, but this time she didn't really want to talk to him. Instead she stood awkwardly until Akira gave her more food to serve. Luckily it was the few last meals and she would be free to leave soon.

As the room quickly decreased in people, May waiting patiently in the kitchen until she was sent to pick up the dishes. Although she felt pretty confident, the chef and Akira looked like they were going to puke. "You guys, whatever happens, I doubt it will be horrible!" May smiled as she said it, but only one thing passed through her head. She totally forgot the entire goal of the mission was to get a good response from the critic, not just help out.

As the realization hit her she felt nauseous too, but the meal smelled great when she handed it to him. She then too starting to quiver. The chef finally spoke a very shaky line. "Okay. . go get it." May nodded and turned to the doors, pushing though and walking into the somewhat empty restaurant. It was much more peaceful with no one inside it.

The critic stood with his plate cleaned, his expression was blank and he was hard to read. However he did look up and smile when May stopped at his table. "Tell the cook of this meal that this was quite satisfying and that this restaurant will get a good review from me." He nodded slightly and stood up, walking away leaving May in awe.

It felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders and she couldn't help but to squeak in delight. That meant she passed her mission! She nearly skipped -- and tripped while returning back to the kitchen with the dishes. Akira and the chef stood near the stoves and looked horrified. "Relax, you guys got a good review." May nodded and the chef looked like he was going to scream in glee -- which he ended up doing.

As May stepped into the dark road, she felt very accomplished. Her mood had been brightened but she was still very tired; and as she strolled through the streets to her home, all she knew was that being a waitress was not her dream. Being a legendary ninja, was.

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Temp!
Rank: D
Life Cycle: Once per PC!
Description: Supa-Ramen, the new local Ramen joint everyone is raving about, has just suffered a major blow - much of its staff has suffered a bad cold, leaving them unable to run the restaurant! desperate due to the impending arrival of a key food critic, the chef has run to Hokage for answers.
Objectives: Help the chef in whatever way possible get his feast ready for the critic. Use your chakra to accelerate, but keep in mind that if the critic is upset in any way, you will fail!
Rewards: 25 EXP / 500 Ryo

[Axcel]

+20 exp

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OOC: Yayaya, thankies ^_^ Uhh wait, what do I get for completing the mission? :P

OH, and question :P Do I get exp for every post I do, like automatically? O_O If only I paid attention XD