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 Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 12:03 am
Ume strolled down the snowy street, not paying attention to any of the cares in her world. She had just arrived in town, having left rather suddenly from her last location. She had lost her last job for reasons she really would rather not discuss, and she was just realizing now, via her stomach rumbling, that she was missing lunchtime.
"There's gotta be food around here somewhere..." she mumbled to herself, and stopped in the cold air to look about herself. There! There was a cafe!
"Odd name... Mew Mew. I like it, it's cute, it has style!" she declared, causing a man that was passing her to shoot her a strange look and move a couple more feet to the side. Best to give potential crazy women a wide berth, after all.
Ume paid very little attention, and after rummaging in her bag for her small camera, she lined up a picture of the cute shop. She put it away, then marched straight to the cafe, knocking slush off her boots and opening the door. Warmth flooded out, and she smiled as she stepped inside and the door jingled shut behind her.
She wondered if she was supposed to seat herself, or wait....? She peered about again.
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 9:15 pm
"Welcome to Cafe Mew Mew!"
The entrance was blocked by a gigantic ball, making it impossible to see for a few moments. Suddenly the ball popped, and a short girl leaped from the top, turning a somersault on her way to the ground. Her dress, a pleated cafe uniform complete with apron, flounced around her as she bounced up and down, examining the new guest.
"Want to see more? I give a really good show!"
((If I wasn't supposed to post I'm sorry))
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 3:04 pm
Kimiko had finally decided to visit Cafe Mew Mew. Not because of the freaky long haired dude that had started talking about how store bought pastries were 'teh evil', but because she had become fed up with being cooped up in the Aizawa mansion while Minto frolicked about...wherever, and had followed the Lorikeet Mew out to the pink and white building of...cuteness.
Stepping inside, she looked around for the dark haired teen, and, upon finding no trace of her, shrugged.
"Whoever designed this place has some serious issues..." she mumbled quietly.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 9:44 pm
(( No problem. ^_^ I wasn't really expecting anyone, so I didn't check as diligently as I should have. sweatdrop ))
Ume's mouth dropped open at the show, and she stood there gaping for a mere second before smiling delightedly and clapping her hands.
"That was great! I thought I was coming for lunch, but I got a show, too!" Ume declared, just before her stomach grumbled loudly.
"...Eh..heheh..." she laughed half-heartedly and blushed a very fetching pink color. It almost matched the store, in fact.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 12:03 pm
Minto had finally shown up, it seemed. Exiting the changing room in her dark blue and aqua waitress uniform, the dark haired Lorikeet Mew gave the Golden Lion Tamarin Mew a exasperated look before moving to the kitchen to prepare herself a cup of tea.
"Purin, could you actually serve the customers instead of putting on a show?" she inquired.
Not that the girl did much work herself, really. It was more along the lines of that bossing the others around, especially Ichigo, was a favorite hobby of hers, although nothing ranked as high as obsessing over the Wolf Mew, Zakuro.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 11:31 pm
Pouting for a moment, Purin cheered up again when she realized that she had TWO people to entertain now. And one of them liked her! Grinning, she bowed. She'd seat them and take their orders if she had to, though Ichigo usually did the hard stuff. Once they were sitting and eating, they'd have no choice to watch her show!
"Welcome to Cafe MewMew," she repeated sweetly, mostly for the sake of the second woman who entered. "Sit where you like, and pick something yummy to eat!"
There would have to be tips for excellent waitresses, after all!
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 3:22 pm
Kimiko stood where she was, and stared for a moment at the short ball of energy that was Purin. Not quite sure what to make of the girl, or of what Japan's child labor laws might be, the brunette slowly nodded, and was about to head for the furtherst table from civilization, when a thought occured to her.
"You don't happen to have seen someone by the name of Aizawa Minto, have you?" the young adult inquired in English, "No specific reason, er...I was, um...curious."
Right. That sounded perfectly innocent.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 1:26 am
At the mention of something yummy, Ume completely ignored any conversations that were going on around her, and picked the closest seat.
She agonized for a while, wondering if she should decide on this... or maybe this... or that looked good as well...
Agh! I don't know what to choose! What do you suggest, miss?" she asked the bundle of energy who's name she didn't yet know.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 9:40 pm
"Hai! Minto-san, you have a visitor!~"
That one girl was a little boring. But the other one liked her! Purin decided to focus all her attention on that one, and bent over the menu. "My favorite's the banana pudding, but there's a really yummy mixed tart too!"
All the talk of food was making her hungry. She was lucky, to work at the best cafe in Tokyo!
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2006 2:38 am
Ume nodded at both suggestions, and then closed her eyes and imagined both. Pudding was good, but...
"I'll take the tart, please!" she said with a smile and closed the menu definitively. Best not to stare too much, or she'd order the whole thing, and then what a mess she'd be in.
After she was left to her own devices, she started looking with interest around the cafe. It was very pink, to be sure, but considering her own choice in wardrobe... she looked down at her worn old mauve scarf, and decided she fit in rather well, then. Except for the worn part. The shop looked very well taken care of.
She nibbled her lip and started playing with the salt and pepper shakers, stacking one on top of the other, watching the light glint off the slightly faceted surface... and then she felt the familiar itch at her fingertips, and she first considered the salt shaker, and then glanced around the shop covertly.
Wait... what am I thinking? That's how I got in trouble last time... she thought, and shoved the shakers behind the wooden rack that held the daily special information.
(( Dun dun dun... xd ))
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2006 2:13 pm
The lorikeet Mew frowned when the hyper one announced she had a visitor; nobody really came to visit Minto, in all honesty, so the news itself was rather odd. Tea cup and saucer in hand, the dark haired girl exited the kitchen, a look of amusement crossing her face when she spied the young woman Purin had been referring to.
Well, this was interesting, to say the least. Aizawa had figured Kimiko, being the person she was, would eventually come and investigate just where the younger girl was going, but Minto had certainly not expected the brunette to come to the cafe.
"Well, if it isn't Shuuji-san," she remarked, quirking an eyebrow. Sitting down at an empty table, the Mew motioned for the camera-carrying woman to join her.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 10:51 pm
She'd lost one of her potential audience members, but that one hadn't seemed too interested in the first place. But this other one, she was fantastic! She was interested, and happy, and liked her performance! Purin hadn't had anyone so receptive in quite a while, and she was determined to make her happy.
"Hai! One tart, coming right up." The dessert made Purin think fleetingly of Taruto, but the moment passed as it always did. He was gone, after all, and she had to please the people she was dealing with on Earth.
She was so wrapped in her thoughts she didn't at all notice Ume's discomfort. Instead she ran off towards the kitchen, determined to get Keiichiro's best tart of the day.
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2006 4:09 am
Ume tried to distract herself with thoughts of what the tart would taste like.... crumbly crust, sweet filling with just a hint of, well, tartness... maybe whipped cream?
Oooh, that would be lovely, she thought, but now that the itch had got hold of her fingers, she just couldn't get her mind to stay off of the way the light had glinted off the salt cellar.
Surely they wouldn't miss just one...? she thought, and then determinedly turned her head away to study the opposite wall.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2006 12:50 am
Purin took her time in the kitchen. That tart had too much custard, and that one hardly had any blueberries on it! She had to find the perfect one for her favorite customer of the day. Besides, surely the nice woman could wait a couple extra minutes.
Where was that perfect tart?
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2006 7:00 pm
Zakuro pushed open the back door into the kitchen and entered casually. She fliped her cell phone down and wandered over to her purse, which was located on a near by counter. She slipped the phone in, and then took notice of her surroundings.
" Purrin, what are you doing touching all of the tarts ? " Zakuro's smooth brow creased as she stared at the younger mew. " No customer wants to eat a tart that's been groped by you. "
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