You know what they called sushi back in the 50s? [OPEN}
Who: Tama and YOU. Especially if you're one of her samurai friends. Or from Japan. Or anyone who like sushi, really. You do like sushi, don't you?
What: We're gonna have a sushi party.
When: After the drive's kicked in.
Where: At your place.
Warnings: Tama has an... interesting way of preparing sushi. Don't worry, though, that's not stomach acid coating the sushi. It's just oil!
Tama did not understand why her employer was so dissatisfied with her sushi preparation methods. He insisted that it would drive his business down, despite the fact that the customers found that it was exceptionally delicious. Wasn't that supposed to bring his business back up?
Besides, there was nothing unhealthy about eating food that she regurgitated. She was a robot. Her system was perfectly sterile.
Still, the manager of the restaurant began looking for any excuse to kick her out of the kitchen, and so she found herself running deliveries frequently this month.
Like she was doing right now. She found herself distracted along the way, though. There were significant differences around the Thor. Presumably, the Infinite Improbability Drive had kicked in, but she had no data to explain the theme to this month's changes.
On that note, her new outfit was not the least bit fitting of a sushi chef. In fact, it seemed closer to the outfit worn by a waitress at an American restaurant. However, she had to admit that these rollerskates made running deliveries incredibly convenient...
What: We're gonna have a sushi party.
When: After the drive's kicked in.
Where: At your place.
Warnings: Tama has an... interesting way of preparing sushi. Don't worry, though, that's not stomach acid coating the sushi. It's just oil!
Tama did not understand why her employer was so dissatisfied with her sushi preparation methods. He insisted that it would drive his business down, despite the fact that the customers found that it was exceptionally delicious. Wasn't that supposed to bring his business back up?
Besides, there was nothing unhealthy about eating food that she regurgitated. She was a robot. Her system was perfectly sterile.
Still, the manager of the restaurant began looking for any excuse to kick her out of the kitchen, and so she found herself running deliveries frequently this month.
Like she was doing right now. She found herself distracted along the way, though. There were significant differences around the Thor. Presumably, the Infinite Improbability Drive had kicked in, but she had no data to explain the theme to this month's changes.
On that note, her new outfit was not the least bit fitting of a sushi chef. In fact, it seemed closer to the outfit worn by a waitress at an American restaurant. However, she had to admit that these rollerskates made running deliveries incredibly convenient...