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Turtle & Canary; Wednesday [ 01/18 ].

It was the briefest flash of light, as something came from the rarely used Portal through space, a small, round something in the shape of a sphere. It hurtled like a small meteor toward the island of Fandom, a small bubble of protection preparing it for impact. The ball landed somewhere in the Rocky Bits, rolled around the unfamiliar terrain for a moment, and then stopped. The ball started to open, and Samus Aran, stretched out to her full height, took a moment to look around, scan the are with her visor, and figure out her course. Destination set, she morphed up into her little sphere again and started rolling toward the town, down the streets of the village until she reached the door of Turtle & Canary.

Not unfamiliar with strange technology, the doors slid open easily to allow the Morph Ball through. Samus didn't remain in that state for long, though. As soon as she cleared the door, she morphed back to natural form, crouched with her cannon gun ready to fire at the first sign of danger, as she scoped out the place. The shelves, the aisles, the stacks of cans in elaborate display, and the daily essentials of life at competitive prices. Her visor scanned for signs of life and machinery: two machines with limited AI, two organic creatures by the counter, two in the aisles, one approaching. She honed in on the approaching figure, identifying it as human...and harmless. Samus lowered her cannon arm, and Apu turned the corner to greet her.

His eyes went wide at the appearance of a tall, armored, and armed person in the store, but he didn't flinch when Samus produced a document, holding it out for him to read. Apu blinked a few times, then leaned in to look over the words. His expression slowly took the journey from surprised and a little concerned to one of relief and even joy. He let out a loud laugh. He had not received such wonderful news in ages! Here he had thought that Shunsui had just been in a drunken stupor these last few weeks as usual, but what was held in front of him was a deed declaring this strange visitor the new owner, and he could already tell that the business ethics of this newcomer was higher than the last.

An ant had more business ethics than the last.

"Welcome!" he said happily. "Welcome, Mr. Aran! We are so happy to have you here. Let me show you around the place and get you acquainted. But please, watch yourself in the cheese aisle, the panda has been very sick."

Since the man seemed harmless enough and Samus was eager to get a better scope of this strange new base, she let herself be lead further into the depths of the aisles, her gaze lingering a little longer on the big bulky machine with the eyes that seemed to follow her as she moved, sporting an intriguing sign:

Today's Squishy flavors: Brain Sludge, Brinstar Blueberry, Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

[[ and so is the post! ]]

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Thank you, come again!

Samus has encountered and decimated a lot of strange creatures in her lifetime, but she had a feeling it was going to take a long time to try to make sense of the Cheese Panda...

Hank arrived to work a little late today, and doffed his hat to the strange armored figure. "Good morning, Sir and/or Madam and/or Robot and/or Cyborg!" he announced to Samus cheerfully. "Welcome to Turtle and Canary! How may I be of service?"

Samus turned at the sound of a voice addressing her, arm pulled back slightly as if ready to fire at a moment's notice, but she placidly took in the willowy figure (and his hat) to determine what he was. Her shoulders shrugged in response to the question, but Apu was quick to fill the boy in.

"Mr. Hank, we have wonderful news!" he announced, looking as though they'd just invented a Squishy Bot with fifty flavors and none of the Grape Judas. "This is Mr. Aran, our new boss. It appears as though Mr. Shunsui is no longer with us! Can you believe it? This calls for half off Squishies for everyone!"

"Awwww, SWEET!!!" Hank exclaimed. "Is that an arm-mounted energy cannon? SO totally Ratman!!"

But there were so many things for Hank's tiny brain to try to take in all at once. "...Mr. Sunshine is gone? Really? How come I didn't get a chance to put in an offer on the place? I'm a great entrepreneur -- Uh, no offense intended, Mr. Aaron. I would have been so..."

Distractions, they kept coming. "Okay, I gotta know:" Hank poked a finger at Samus experimentally. "What species are you, under that battle armor?!?! ...And 'none' is a perfectly acceptable answer; Turtle and Canary is a robot-friendly employer."

Samus carefully moved back out of the range of the inquisitive finger, half tempted to swat the boy's hand away, but she had a feeling that she could potentially do some real damage there. She had quite a few questions of her own about the place, and the little ramblings of a hyperactive teenager were certainly not helping her put things together as quickly as she would have liked.

She turned to Apu to help explain, only to discover that Apu, sensing potential trouble, had slipped away.

Samus' shoulders sagged, and she glanced almost hopelessly through her visor and sighed. She shook her head. All of her training as an ultimate warrior did nothing to help her with teens...

"So, you're mute, eh?" Hank asked thoughtfully. "And battle armor would seem to indicate a high level of 'no-fun-itis', so charades is out of the question. Look, Aaron, if we're gonna have a mutually beneficial employer-employee relationship, you're gonna hafta communicate somehow."

Not mute; Samus just didn't see the point in wasting words, especially when the boy seemed so fond of them himself. So she held up a finger, wishing there was something shinier or sparkly on it to hold his attention better, and then waved her hand as she turned in the universal gesture for follow me, and started toward the counter.

Once there, she pulled out a file box that Apu had pointed out to her, marked with a label that read Employee Files, which had been decorated with little hearts and a fine layer of dust. She brushed it off, glad for her helmet to keep her from coughing (because even her tolerance for different atmospheres would have been put to the test with that dustcloud), and opened it up. She then turned it toward the boy, shoved it toward him, and nodded at it, wondering if he'd be able to pick up that she wanted to see which file was his so she could have more than just Mr. Hank to go off of.

Hank snatched his file up and flipped through it. "You don't need to see that... or that... or that... Okay, there you go!"

He presented the file to Samus proudly while trying to surreptitiously crumple the pages he'd pulled out of it. "Venture, Henry Allen: A model employee! In fact, the paperwork doesn't seem to be here, but Mr. Sunshine said he was going to be giving me a raise."

There really didn't seem to be a lot of paperwork there in general. This Mr. Shunsui Sunshine didn't seem a big fan. Samus, however, could pretend to be one since obviously there were things on the other sheets that had been removed that she needed to see. So she took the folder, set it down, and promptly held out her hand expectantly for what was being crumpled.

Hank looked at Samus's hand sheepishly, and then down at the crumpled papers that he was having a hard time shoving into his pocket, and then up at her face. ...Visor? Sensor dome? Whatever Mr. Aaron called the front of his head-shaped region.

He raised an eyebrow cockily, devising a plan. "Ten bucks," he announced.

Who in Zebes did this kid think he was? Samus narrowed her eyes for a moment, and she moved her hand forward more insistently.

While her other arm lifted the cannon gun, which seemed to charge up and glow very suggestively. She wasn't going to shoot the kid or anything like that, but it wasn't like she could just wave a pink slip in front of his face right now, either.

Hank handed over the papers immediately, somewhere between scared and pouting. "You don't have to be like that," he insisted.

Of course, by this point Samus could probably guess the kinds of things Sunshui had written about Hank.

Another benefit to having a helmet was that it was much easier to hide the fact that you were smirking. Samus may have taken a little longer than necessary to read through the papers...once she'd smoothed them out on the counter, anyway.

She shook her head slightly, mostly just to make the kid sweat, and then considered a few things. Today was...a glance at the calendar told her Wednesday, that it was a seven day week, it looked like, and that this was the middle of it. Something about that seemed to work best for her, though it appeared that Hank had been working the days. That, mostly, was why she shook her head, and she took a second to point to the calendar, to Wednesday, and then she pointed to Hank before distinctly pointing to Monday.

She didn't know what she was doing here yet, but she did know that it was probably best to move this kid to the day that seemed one of the quieter, less eventful days.

"You... want me to come in on Mondays?" Hank guessed. "Also, or instead? Because Wednesday is my day, usually."

Samus briefly thought of this kid coming in on two days.

Samus decided that, whatever this job was, there wasn't enough money in the universe to pay her enough to deal with that.

She shook her head. She found a fresh sheet of paper and a pen and scribbled down a rough version a schedule, one that had Hank's name clearly printed on Mondays. She put down her own name on Wednesdays. And, after a second to consult some of the other paper work, she added a Dolf to Sundays and a Hope to Fridays, with a question mark beside each of them, because, so help her, if they were anything like Hank and it turns out she was sent to Earth to babysit a bunch of morons....

Well, at least she didn't have to worry about Metroids on Earth. They'd all have starved by now.

Hank saluted. "Well, all right, Aaron, you're the boss! Mondays it is!"

He turned and headed off... but first headed down the dairy aisle to visit the panda, who he didn't realize had been sick. "Awwwww, GROSS!!! Who cut the cheese?!?"

Fleeing off to work, but I will be around in the evening. Yay new shiny character!

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OOC - 01/18.