video; mcdenny's revived

[enginium]

[A teenager of the modern era though he may be, Iida Tenya has never been especially adept at the finer art of technology. He had engines in his legs, knew quite a lot about engines as a whole, but mostly those of locomotives or automobiles. Technology was an entirely separate beast, and one he knew only well enough to fumble through use of a smartphone with, as one may call it, two left thumbs.]

[As such, he's entirely too close to the camera on his phone when the feed starts, and he startles away upon the realization. As he does so, his surroundings become clear-- a vaporwave nightmare of a restaurant stands behind him, making the light blue of his polo look fluorescent.]

Greetings, people of Lunatia! I, erm. Seem to have come into accidental ownership of this funky little joint my boss called McDenny's, I'm certain you all remember Mister Alfred Jones. I couldn't bring myself to change anything about the place, even if I haven't the slightest of an idea of the style, but McDenny's is now reopened! And if anyone has more experience in running a business, by all means feel free to drop by and lend me your wisdom, I'm afraid I'm very nearly winging it.

[ooc; so my roommate is the former-America, and i've been meaning to make this post for like three months? better late than never, i guess?? anybody that worked for america at mcdenny's is free to assume they've retained their existing positions or abandoned them, iida's just too much of a square to have not kept working even when his boss mcfucking vanished.]

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[enginium]

[Luckily, Iida's power is at least very straightforward. Literal engines (trypophobia warning in image/link) protrude from his calves, and as one might assume, they propel him at unnatural speeds. He's trained and very physically adept, aside from the Quirk, so Draper is wise to be apprehensive, but he's in school for heroics, so it's unlikely he would be much to worry about assuming the man stays in his lane.]

[He greets him as he would any other patron, considers his suggestion, and has a seat with him at a table near enough to the entrance that he could get up to handle others as they came in.]

Eggs on burgers! What a novel idea. I would say I was surprised he hadn't done it, but-- well, Mr. Jones was quite set on keeping the place American. I suppose there is no harm in expanding the menu. [He jots that down, and then smiles brightly.] Thank you! I can't take any credit for the decor, but over time I have grown used to and even somewhat attached to it.

[anotheroldfashioned]

[Why wouldn't he want to keep it American? Americans are the best, at least in Don's estimate. His grin becomes a hair more genuine.]

Well the war's over, and we won [Note he doesn't say which one but they won] so it's only natural he'd want to. We can settle down and get creative.

Take it from me, there's nothing more American then getting creative, incorporating-

[And marketing]

Other cultures. Merging the two. The french put eggs on sandwiches. If you're looking for someone to keep things American I'm the guy you want. The 1950s and 60s were apparently a golden age of Americana.

[and upsets. But as anyone from another country will tell you, Americans love upsets and fucking up.]



This is nostalgic. Nostalgia is delicate. Potent. Powerful, even if people aren't american stuff like this is...

[familiar. He says. But then he winces and smiles again.] important. Can we have a seat?

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[He gestures to an open table near the entrance.]

Table all right? This way I can greet others as they come in, if necessary.

[Assuming that's fine by him, Iida takes a seat and passes Draper a menu, jotting down the highlights of what he says-- incorporating other cultures, French people putting eggs on burgers. He's already prepared to do more research for this sort of thing, he was thinking about expanding the menu a bit, anyway.]

Admittedly I'm only aware of highlights and anecdotes Mr. Jones told me, being Japanese myself. I'll see to it that you have a burger with an egg-- would you like anything else? It's on the house.

[anotheroldfashioned]

[It's an interesting thought. Would he like anything else.]

Fries. Back home we have something Krogers is working on called hashbrowns. Potatoes and fries served for breakfast. That's what people want.

[He settles back] But this is friendly, nostalgic, cozy. I do like it. How do you feel about it?

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[He writes down Krogers with a few question marks beside it, and then hashbrowns with a scribbly little drawing of an egg beside it.]

Fries it is, then! Mr. Jones was big on those. It took me some time to adjust to the... overall style of the place-- a classmate of mine likes this sort of thing, but I had never experienced it. But, now... I suppose I agree, it does feel quite friendly.

[He scribbles something on a smaller slip of paper-- the order to put in for Draper, and stands.]

I'll return in a moment, let me put in for your burger. Anything to drink?

[anotheroldfashioned]

Water.

[He doesn't say please or thank you. Instead he's pulling over a napkin and make some notes.]

What kind of soda do you sell?