Day 1: Monday
Welcome to Ramen Noir, the noodle bar gifted to me by Thaddeus Carminus (along with two tables, four chairs, the employment contract for one cook named Banor, and a 50,000 credit debt) for mysterious reasons. My first act as owner is to place that furniture and start cooking up chicken noodle soup. I only spend about 60 seconds waffling over table placement: Near the main walkway where passerby can ogle the noodles. Wait, maybe I want them over by that railing so customers get a meal with a view!
Day 2: Tuesday
Things Ramen Noir has acquired:
- A recipe for accordion potatoes
- A server named Pris Morton (jumpscare, I did not name her)
- Three bar stools
- A drink machine (for making beer, apparently)
- A little cleaning robot on wheels called Cleaner X1A who has the same shift length preferences as the humans, solidarity!
I only changed my mind about where to place the bar stools once. Please admire my restraint.
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