It's clear what they want. You're not going to hold out on them. The Handler digs into your pockets to obtain the painkillers in question. The two waitresses snatch the bottles like they were bottles of ambrosia.
They disappear into the busy kitchen without saying a single word to you. Any hint of their footsteps is washed away by the constant movement and chatter of the kitchen. You would ask why they didn't give you uniforms or anything but...probably wouldn't make a difference.
"Let's go before the bitch spots us out here. Keep the door propped open so the other two can sneak in." Frank nods his head towards your group.
Benedict slowly turns his head away from the dumpster. His armblade is pressed up against it, emitting a faint white light. As he pulls it away, you note something odd. All of the rust around the area he was pressing his armblade against is gone now. Intriguing.
[ANOMALOUS ABILITIES] You can thank me for that. Gave him one little push, just like Maruyama.
>BENEDICT NEW PARADIGM ASPECT REVEALED: REFINE >Benedict passively 'perfects' any item or object he comes into contact with, increasing the stat bonus provided/damage dealt/protection offered/etc of said item>This includes equipment he uses. Benedict can also spend 1 RESTRAINT to immediately REFINE an object on short notice.No point dwelling on it too long though. You have somewhere to be. The five of you enter the kitchen.
https://youtu.be/z5QtLyL5NI8 - SUNSET KITCHEN
It's a complete clusterfuck back here. It's oddly familiar despite it being weeks since you last did something like this. People in bright white chef uniforms and toques are rushing past rocket hot stoves, boiling pots of rich-smelling stew, and cluttered tables. It's clear that this place, while 'high end', has a case of too many cooks in the kitchen.
You can hardly even hear yourself think over the constant chattering of the chefs. Too many voices and too many minds makes getting any information, MIND READ or normal eavesdropping, impossible.
"Weird. Isn't there supposed to be a head chef- HEY!" The Handler tries to point something out but a pair of young female chefs rushes past him and your group. There has to be at least ten or twelve more chefs in here than there should be. Counting you, there has to be at least 70 people here.
[ADVANCED INTUTION] Ah. This must be because of Katherine. They are panicked because she is arriving soon. She must've ordered something extravagant.
Adam and Benedict immediately pick up on this too by seeing how hectic and messy it is too. So they do what they know best.
<span class="mu-s">CLAP!</span> That simple, single clap Adam performed immediately catches the attention of all of the other chefs. Dozens of beady, stressed eyes are staring at your group now. Or more specifically, him. Even Benedict is looking at him like a well trained puppy waiting for a treat.
"This is a fucking mess." Adam can't help but to laugh at what he's seeing.
