Supernatural Store IC

[Phantom Sekai]

The building was eerily quiet during the early hours of the day. There was only a single soul around, the spirit that haunted this building. It roamed the whole building several times before a noise was made. It was the front door being unlocked and the spirit rushed to greet the person at the door, knowing who it was. Linel was the hostess/waitress of the small, but well known restaurant in the city called "Out of This World Meals." Since the supernatural creatures of the world had become well known, most of the culture that was held became known to the world with them, including their cooking. The spirit itself had agreed to let Linel and her group use the building as a restaurant in exchange for making it the most famous restaurant int he world. The spirit itself had died in a fire that consumed the building before hand and had dreams of making it to the top of the cooking world, so it was living it's unfulfilled dreams through them.

Linel began the daily rituals of cleaning and turning everything on before everyone arrived. It was normal for her to be working for several hours more than everyone else since she insisted on doing this stuff herself. After finishing up, she waited for Mercury, Korin, and Ben to arrive before nine. This would give them all time to finish up prep work and then open the door to customers at noon. They always did lunch and dinner services, so they had more time to get ready without having to be up to early.

[Mogtaki]

The bus was running a little late today, if only by a few minutes as it reached the bus stop to take the citizens waiting for their ride to work. It was the usual rubbish starting off with showing the bus pass and to take a seat, followed by a few bumps and stops along the way. Ben was on this ride for about twenty minutes, stopping off at several places to pick up some more and to drop off some; only strange thing about the ride was something pretty obvious, especially when concerning the fact that Ben was always the odd one out on this ride. Everybody was human, Ben was covered in feathers and had a tail. There was always one or two that would stare at his strange figure, even though supernatural beings had been around for a few years now. The acceptance was always going to take a while, but when you were one that didn't have many other of your kind roaming around. There wasn't many other dinosaur people roaming around in the city, but when the trip across the area wasn't all that long he only had to bear with it for just a little bit while giving those who did stare a good staring back as if he was fascinated with them in return. Getting off at his stop, he shook his feathers before making his way off to his workplace. It was probably a little better knowing that he was working with other supernatural creatures and gave him less pressure to try and be human-like, especially when he hadn't had enough years to study such a strange way of life. His kind were incredibly long lived, but in the eyes of his kind he was still a kid that was learning the ropes while trying to act adult at the same time by holding onto a job.

Ben's time at the restaurant wasn't long, his skills in cooking and kitchen work was primitive at best; however, the real advantage he had when it came to being one of his kind was his intelligence and magic. He could hold onto recipes incredibly easy without pushing out old information, not to mention his magical abilities gave him an advantage when it came to enchanting the food and making it appear all the more tastier and hygienic. Ben was pretty good at this job, even if it didn't quite feel like his true calling in life. It was always a strange thing to be a supernatural creature and be forced to work if he wanted his kind to be accepted, but he did try to adapt to the best of his ability in the end. Ben didn't arrive late to the doors despite the bus being late itself, but even then he appeared a little panicked as if he was half an hour late. Making a rush to the back, his little feet tapped across the stony floor and into the kitchen as if trying to hide the fact that he thought he was late.

[Invader Len]

Korin travelled down back alleyways to the restaurant, careful and hiding from human dangers. Although she had come to the city only a few months before, she had not come out of her shell very much in exploring the city. She couldn't help it. It scared her. Wherever she looked, there were mean dogs, loud humans, smelly cars, even other monsters that weren't very friendly. It would be enough to drive the overly sensitive and timid Lamia to despair were it not for her job. At least they were kind enough to her.
She had been sluggish in leaving her home that morning, not used to the change in climates from her warm, sandy, desert paradise to the cold, drafty, northern hemisphere. Because of this, she often lounged in the sun's weak, early light until she was feeling well enough to confront the day. It wasn't easy, and because it was colder, she had to eat more to keep moving, something she also wasn't used to. She had seen the pudgy humans in their moving carts, and was afraid that if she got that fat, she wouldn't be able to fit into her house!

She slithered into the restaurant, trying not to knock over the tables. She knew it was easier to go in the back entrance, but she liked the main room of the restaurant. She only got to see it when it was empty, because of the gait of her tail. She slunk into the kitchen, yawning as she did so. The kitchen was warmer than the outer room, and on slow days she would sometimes bask under the bright, florescent lights. She knew Linel was somewhere around, she didn't see much of her in the morning, but Ben wasn't in the kitchen. She wondered if he was hiding from her, looking under the shelves and in the cabinets the see where he could be, when he came into the room. She smiled at him happily.
"Ben! Good Morning! I look for you, I thought you hide in kitchen. Silly Korin!" she said in her thick, unusual accent, bonking herself on the head at her foolishness.
"What we cook today? We cook clucking bird? Maybe cook round human bread with cheese? Oh! Oh! We cook tasty pig pieces?! Baakon? I love Baakon!" she asked him, brimming with excitement and exuberance, the tip of her tail wagging back and forth like a puppy's.

[Kagura]

Mercury was taking his time.

No one quite understood why he walked to work when he could teleport and it was at least an hour trip at a normal pace. But, as mentioned before, Mercury was taking his time. Like always. The Leprechaun had his eyes glued to his phone, playing a fancy new game called Angry Ghouls. It wasn't even released in Japan yet. But Mercury would be no Leprechaun if he didn't have a few wannabe-millionaire geeks in his back pocket. Wave a few gold coins in front of anyone's face, they'll give you what you want for life. Ah, the beauty of money.

A good two and half hours after he set out from his secluded home, Mercury arrived at the restaurant. Fashionably late. Again. He tucked his electronic device away grudgingly. Seems everybody was already at their places. Whatever. Mercury wasn't needed until he was needed. He wasn't about to acknowledge anyone, either. He just kept up his nice stride to the register, checking it over, making sure no one was STEALING MONEY... Good. Nothing irks him more. Slipping a quick twenty in his pocket, he made his way around the restaurant, remembering they definitely need a new sign outside. Thing was positively decrepit.

But ah, what a waste of money. He'll just swipe some letters off of other restaurants. Hindering competition and looking better? Two birds with one stone.

“Going to get us a new sign, darling,” he called to Linel before vanishing.

[Phantom Sekai]

Linel sighed as she watched Mercury as soon as he entered the restaurant. He always played some kind of trick and today was no different as she saw him slip some money when he finally returned with the new sign, she smiled but there was a sense of evil behind her. She quickly used her sand body to search his person and retrieved the twenty he had taken from the register and said "You know if I ever find you taking money again I'll make sure that you end up in a tomb of sand, do you understand me Mercury?" She chuckled and before he could react she pulled the easiest trick she knew on him, pouring some salt on the ground.

She walked away with laughter as she handed him the broom and dust pan, saying "Have fun cleaning that up my little buddy." and quickly went back to work making sure everything was ready. After about an hour she saw the time and called out to everyone "Alright people! Lunch rush is about to start. Korin, Ben, get ready in there. Mercury, I'll need you to take care of the register counter. it's a huge crowd today and remember what I said to you earlier. Lets do this!" and with that, she opened the door and had 10 tables seated within the minute they had opened. She sighed to herself and thought ~This'll be a long day.~

[Mogtaki]

Ben may had been panicked at first, but it was Korin that broke that when he saw her first as she tried to look for him. There was no way he would had been able to fit into those little spaces, so however she managed to come to the conclusion that he'd be in there was just a complete mystery to him. Sighing, he moved over to the work desk and began to sort through some of the soaps to find his ideal one before carrying on to the sink and washing his hands, "You have washed up, right?" he asked quickly, dismissing what she had asked for now, "The salad needs washed too, also cut...we're making up some paninis and toasties with the stuff I caught yesterday, remember the seafood and the running beans? Those colourful things that were running around the kitchen last night...oh, and, uhh...cook some bacon in the oven as well as some chicken, but use the tongs this time". While it seemed as if he had things under control, he was just blabbering on mainly because he was feeling pretty stressed still and talking usually helped with such a mental affliction. As he prepared to get ready, he used his sparkling magic to guide his own tools out of the drawers as he went to make some soups.

Time went on swiftly and Ben had done all that he needed to do while making sure there was a suitable amount of vegetarian food as well as other nutritional needs met, something he was good at when all he had to do was pull out the tainted substances using his magic. There was times where he would cheat with his magic if something wasn't quite up to par when it came to taste where he'd sneak in some magic to make the food taste great, just a little bit of magical seasoning that would cause minimal side effects. He wasn't a natural cook, he had to adapt to this job to get some money to live in this strange world, even if he didn't like it sometimes. When Linel finally began to speak up, Ben flinched when he heard his name as he nearly dropped the spoon he was holding; he hated it when it got crowded, all because he knew he was needing to keep calm unless he wanted the worst to happen.

[Invader Len]

Korin obeyed Ben's orders, using the tongs to put the chicken and bacon in the oven. She looked over at the doorway as Linel spoke, nodding happily.
"Okay! Korin knows! We cook good, right Ben?" she asked, picking up the spoon he dropped, handing it to him. She smiled at him, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"No worry, we work good. Day be over before you know it." she cheered.
She slithered back to the sink, putting on her gloves so not to get poison in the food. She started peeling vegetables and cutting them. She worked mostly with ingredient preparation, as Ben and Linel didn't let her cook directly. They didn't want her making any of her home food. Which most found disgusting.

As she cleaned the lettuce, she looked over at Ben again as she remembered something.
"Ben, we get mousetrap yet? Mouse still in kitchen. Customers see mouse, restaurant get closed. We need find and kill mouse and all mouse friends." she said, pointing to the grain bag now in the trash.
"Korin threw away two bags of flour because holes. Waste of food. Mercury not buy traps yet." she said, expressing her concern at the waste of food.

[Kagura]

Mercury had just zapped himself in front of what was just a fancy town hall. He needed names for the restaurants he was going to steal from, of course. No sense in going to a restaurant called Bekkz & Zergy, the pancake place just outside town. Apparently, the owners Reinaldo Bekkz and Urel Zergy were interested in the fluffy confections. Vampires, right?

But he digresses. Their sign didn't have any letters useful to them, period.

It took him mere minutes to swipe letters from various places around town. It was only then that he realized that perhaps it would be a bit obvious if their new sign was made of letters reported stolen from places in town. After quickly dumping the collected letters in his Secret Place (never knew when you would need them!), he went the old-fashioned way and... bought... a new sign. The thought sickened him. Perfectly good cash, to waste for the sake or morals. But wait, there was that twenty he stole earlier. That technically wasn't his yet, since he hadn't hid it in his Place. So that was less money out of his pocket, if he wanted to be optimistic. He didn't.

Mercury popped back in with the rather bulky sign in his arms. He looked ridiculous, he didn't need a mirror to know. But before he could make his way outside (hey, sometimes teleportation was a little iffy. A few feet from the actual destination isn't as bad as a couple miles! Unless of course he landed in a wall... or furniture...), he was brutally assaulted by that boorish monster of sand. And to add to his misery of being robbed of twenty dollars from his own pocket, a, for all intents and purposes, mound of salt was poured on the ground in front of him. Mercury was forced to drop his sign with a loud crash and immediately began to count out the grains into a separate pile as though he were a mere puppet in a play. While he couldn't stop his (admittedly fast-moving) limbs or brain, he was thankfully still in control of his mouth.

“You damn skank! Give me back my money you presumptuous headcase! I used the register money to pay for that damn sign!” Not originally the intention, but still... 10,923-4-5-6... “Which, by the way, if it is damaged in ANY way, you mutant-flavored skatflower, YOU will be paying for out of your own pocket! My own pocket needs to be replenished because I was GENEROUS enough to pay out of my own pocket instead of taking the funds directly from the shop's skimpy account!” 51,067-8-9... “But I see now there was no point in being so KIND. I see now that because I'm a LEPRECHAUN, you ASSUME I'd do something so heinous as STEAL!” They don't need to know the truth. Or about the letters from signs. 76,350-1-2-3-4. “You are next on my hitlist, missy. You best watch your back because when I want to strike I will! No tomb of sand is going to stop me! Because GUESS WHAT? I don't have the bloody compulsion to count each and every GRAIN of SAND! So HA!” 80,711-2-3-4.

So Leprechauns got a little irritable when doing such a menial task. Sue them.

All in all there were 230,918 grains of salt spilled. Based on the data Mercury had of salt—and he unfortunately had quite a lot—that was about an average of only three tablespoons. Thankfully. If it was more than a cup, which held over a million grains, Leprechauns tended to cry. Mercury would be no exception.

[Mogtaki]

Ben was quite happily working away on preparing and washing his hands every two seconds, seeing as how humans apparently don't wash themselves enough after handling food. He wanted everything to be perfect and he was going to make it all perfect, even if it meant he was going to end up using all of his magic by the end of the day. While a lot of places used seasoning to enhance the flavour of food items, Ben used his own magic to make everything just that little bit tastier, a technique he was always happy to use on humans. He knew that his species had very strong magical abilities, but none of it was harmful or corrupting to creatures of all kinds; it was impossible to make somebody ill or curse them with their type of magic, for example. Giving Korin help at times to set her right, he began to look around for more items before Korin asked him about the mouse trap. His heart jumped at the question, ending with him scuttling to the corner, "Nooo! I didn't because I like the little mousie", he said quickly, holding his hand over the little crack in the hole, "I don't want them to die! I like the little guys, they're cute and fuzzy and have big eyes, so innocent! Don't want to kill them because they're like family..." He paused for a second, letting out a sigh and frowned before putting up a magical ball of energy around the hole, "I'll catch them, but I'm not going to kill them! They deserve a lease on life too, just because they're small and have skinny tails doesn't matter..."