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Posted by: Haley Russell

« on: December 23, 2025, 02:44:25 pm »

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Feodora was surprised by Nikolas's offer. He'd offered to help her in the past with any repairs that may be needed around the inn when she'd first met him. However, she knew she couldn't do that because one, he was a resident, and two, it wouldn't be right for her to let him do it without paying him for his time. But he didn't want to be paid for helping to fix the oven. Instead, he wanted her friendship in return. She didn't know how to feel about that. It's not as if she were opposed to being friends with anyone. In a situation like this, she'd preferred to compensate someone for their time and efforts if they offered knowing that they didn't have to.

In this moment, she was split, but at the same time, Nikolas was offering his help in her time of need. She could either decline his help and deal with it herself or save money and give him a chance to see if he could fix the issue. She knew her father would just toss money to someone to fix the problem, but that doesn't work in every situation. She also knew that her stepmother would judge Nikolas based on how he looked and wonder if he was qualified to touch anything. It's why she never liked that woman nor ever acknowledged her as anything more than "that woman" whenever she does return home to visit her father and her brothers. It didn't matter what her father or stepmother thought. This was her job, and she was in a pinch. It wasn't something she could put off because she had long-term tenants who stayed and relied on the food prepared by the cooks.

With her cheeks lightly flushed pink, she cleared her throat and responded with, "I appreciate the offer, Johnson-san. I'll accept it, and I will pay you properly for fixing the oven." Feodora stood up and gave Nikolas a bow of appreciation for wanting to help. She stood up straight, her eyes on the man before her. "In the event you're unable to fix it, I will call a repairman. After all, if the issue with the oven is bigger than what you can fix, I'd have no choice but to do so." Her lips formed into a warm smile. "And yes, I accept your offer of friendship." Having a new friend didn't seem so bad. She didn't have a lot of male friends, but was for the idea of befriending guys if they were interested. To her, it was always nice to form new bonds with others. Their background didn't matter to her. She certainly knew if she were a teenager right now and this question was presented to her by a younger Nikolas, her father would pitch a fit. God, she didn't want to think about that.

Posted by: Nikolas Johnson

« on: November 11, 2025, 05:36:54 pm »

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Nikolas Johnson sipped his coffee as he listened to Feodora as she explained the situation to him. For a service provider to lose something as important as an oven could be devastating. Having worked as a Roadie in the past he had seen untold numbers of hotels, Inns, and public housing and if anything went wrong it could be the end of a successful business venture. Leaning back in his chair he shut his eyes, not out of exhaustion but in deep thought as he took in the sights and sounds around him. Gone was the rock star, gone was the resident of an Inn, here and now was the Roadie. A man dedicated to service for a great show, not for himself but for others. He could hear his late father's words to him as a young snot nosed kid now in his ears like an echo; "A good Roadie knows his job is too make others look good. Its never about him, but the stars...if he does his job right you will never see him. But once in awhile he is on stage fixing a problem....and just like that he vanishes"

Shooting his eyes open almost like a stalking predator Nikolas took in his surroundings quickly. The lights were on and the heater was working full blast. Whatever the issue was, it wasn't a power problem. Feodora always ran a strict schedule including keeping utility bills up to date. That meant whatever was wrong, the power wasn't reaching the oven to ignite a spark needed to get heat going for meals. Either the oven needed to be replaced, which would be a big problem as he had no idea how expensive a new one would cost or when it could be installed; or it was a small problem that could be fixed with a tweak or too. Either way he was looking at either a mountain or a moe hill as an old timer told him once. But he wouldn't know until he saw it himself. Looking at Feodora and the stress forming on her face ached him.

He hadn't felt this way about a woman in a long time. Thus he set his coffee down in front of her too get her attention as he said, "Miss. Feodora, would you mind if I took a look at the oven. I will admit I'm not an oven designer or builder but if the issue is a small thing that can be fixed in less then an hour without calling a repair man or heaven forbid getting a new oven, I would be happy to help you for your friendship and hospitality. "

Posted by: Haley Russell

« on: October 19, 2025, 07:03:05 pm »

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The person on the other side, Nikolas Johnson, was not who she was expecting to run into today. The last time she'd seen him was at the Melody Cafe a few weeks ago. Since then, she'd gotten busy with work and hadn't had much free time because of the holidays rolling around, and there were a lot of things she needed to prepare for around the inn. Instead of doing that now, she was having to deal with trying to reach out to get their kitchen's oven fixed, and having a bunch of residents angry about that didn't help. Them being upset was understandable, didn't mean it wasn't stressful to Feodora. Still, she was glad that Nikolas wasn't upset with what was going on.

It's not as if the rooms that everyone stayed in don't have kitchens in them that allowed everyone to be able to cook, but today seemed like one of those days where nobody wanted to cook their own food. Well, except for Nikolas. Instead of yelling at her, he was here checking on her and bringing her coffee. With a weary and tired smile, Feodora accepted the coffee from him, wrapping her hands around the cup as she set it down on her desk, waiting for it to cool down some before drinking it. "Arigatou, Johnson-san," she thanked him as she gave the man her full attention. "I wish I could enjoy the company, but we have an issue in the kitchen with the oven having stopped working suddenly and the kitchen staff is unable to prepare the meals requested by the residents. That's why everyone is at the front desk upset," she explained.

"I appreciate you worrying about me, but it's fine," Feodora assured him, but continued, "I was about to call back up repair services to get the oven fixed. No telling how long it'll take for them to get here and fix it." She sighed, raising the cup to her lips and taking a sip of the coffee before speaking again. "I'm dreading it because I know the secondary services will cost a lot since our usual guy who handles our repairs is busy." She knew this issue was sudden, so it was to be expected that her usual repair guy was busy, but it couldn't be helped. She just had to deal with it as she always did when this happened.

Posted by: Nikolas Johnson

« on: October 17, 2025, 01:50:04 pm »

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Hearing her voice, Nikolas poked his head into the office and said,"Its me Miss. Feodora. Nikolas Johnson, I heard about the issue this morning and wanted to see if you were okay." Entering the office he still carried the two coffee in his large hands. Looking at her now he could see the stress of the day on her eyes and hair lines. Despite this there was still a hint of beauty to her that he could see in her personality and the kindness in her heart. It stuck out to him like a scent.

Approaching her desk, he held out the coffee he had made for her, thankfully recalling their lunch at the café, about how she took it and set it down infant of her. "I figured you would need this and could use some friendly company at this time" he said as he sat down in a chair and sipped his own coffee, enjoying the dark aroma and strength. He watched her for a moment before asking, "If its okay, can I ask exactly what's wrong this morning?"

Posted by: Haley Russell

« on: October 03, 2025, 02:55:46 pm »

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Feodora had gone back into her office and was trying to get in touch with the repair guy. However, he currently was booked for the rest of the day and couldn't come to check and fix the issues that they were having at the inn. She tried reasoning with him, including promising to pay him double if he could come any time today but, each time, he declined and say there was nothing he could do and couldn't break prior appointments already made. Although she was upset, didn't argue with him and thanked him before hanging up. She was surrounded by residents earlier that were upset and asking what was going on with their orders. She'd calmly explained what was happening and that only certain meals can be made at this time until they got someone to fix their oven, but that still didn't stop them from being upset with her.

She'd sighed and retreated to her office where she'd finally managed to get the repair guy on the phone. However, because he had scheduled appointments he couldn't break, she was at a loss for what to do. Well, not entirely a loss. In actuality, it just meant she'd have to find another repair company to come out and fix the oven, but it would cost significantly more. The usual guy was reasonable and never overcharged because he had standards and wasn't looking to get rich off of companies that did reach out to him for his services. He'd fix what needed to be done and things would last for a good while. They never broke down a month or two later. It was usually a year or two out before anything happened and that was because Feodora made sure that everyone took the time to clean the appliances they used thoroughly to prevent them from breaking down unexpectedly. That's how things last long.

Now, she was in a pinch and was dreading having to call the two back up repair services she had because she knew they would overcharge for something they could clearly fix in a day and in less than three hours if the issues weren't serious, but they loved taking their time and milking it as much as they could to make sure they got paid a hefty penny for their time. On top of that, they weren't friendly either and the guys they usually sent out were always trying to either hit on her or her female employees and making them uncomfortable. She sighed heavily in frustration, rubbing her temples while clasping her fingers together as she rested her chin atop them as she contemplated what to do next. She could hear the voices of residents getting louder, but her employees were doing their best to keep everyone calm and help them understand that the issue isn't forever, but temporary.

Besides, it's not as if the rooms they stayed in didn't have kitchens in them. They weren't restaurant quality, but they worked just enough to prepare a lot of the meals that they ordered. However, Feodora took into account long ago when she got into this job that there were a lot of people that didn't know how to cook and would prefer someone to cook for them or they'd go out and buy already made meals. Which meant they would be spending MORE money by doing that. The only difference is that for residents that stay long term and pay rent to live in the rooms they're in, their meals are free and there is a food service fee included in their rent. For residents only staying with them briefly, there was a fee they had to pay for every meal they ordered. They weren't a luxury hotel, but the ingredients they ordered were high quality ones and many had specific tastes buds that could only handle certain meals and spices. She made sure to accommodate to that.

But she knew what she was getting into when she stepped into this role. Wanting to be independent from her family, but also wanting to help everyone through useful resources and accommodations that she could handle. And this happened to be one of those days that she couldn't do it. She heaved another sigh as she picked up her cellphone. However, before she could make a call, she heard someone knocking on her office door. She thought it was one of her employees needing assistance with the crowd of inn residents that'd formed, which made sense, so Feodora sat her phone down and sat up in her chair at her desk as she replied calmly, "You may come in."

Posted by: Nikolas Johnson

« on: September 28, 2025, 09:18:41 pm »

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Nikolas Johnson sighed for what had to be the millionth time as he looked at a musical spread sheet like he was burning a hole into it. To his fellow guests and care takers at the Inn, he was an American born general handy man and unknown who had little interaction with his fellow guests as he preferred his privacy. However as his alternative identity as the famed "Heavy Metal Druid", Japan's preimer and most beloved Rock Star; he had a strict schedule and tour date to follow and his agent was already down his back. With Halloween approaching one would think for a Heavy Metal artist it would be a grand and happy time, yet for him it was causing him a splitting headache. In the past few years he had done famous renditions of legendary songs such as "This is Halloween" from a film in his youth, recreations of legendary ballads by great ones like Ozzie Osbourn, Dios, and Manson; but now his agent wanted something original for the spooky season. It was frustrating, annoying, and harsh as he tossed the sheet into a pile of spent ones that got bigger and bigger by the day.

Leaning back in a chair he held his face as he tried to think. Dressed in a pair of sweat pants and a tight fitting Metallica muscle shirt that displayed his powerful arms and tone chest, he was suddenly calmed by the thought of a white haired, beautiful woman who had been dominating his thoughts lately. Feodora had been kind to him and although to most would seem like a normal every day Inn owner, to Nikolas he could sense something special about her that had been filling his mind for sometime. A man such as himself had been with many women in his life time; groupies, one night stands with female singers, obsessive fans, yet there was something special about her that he couldn't shake from his consciousness. Her hair, her cute glasses, her kind smile, even her perfume caused him to feel something in his heart he has felt since he left America. Even now as she entered his mind all his frustrations vanished and he calmed himself as his breathing returned to normal.

Soon a low growling sound was heard from his stomach and Nikolas realized the time. Checking his watch he soon saw it had been awhile since he had ordered breakfast and was wondering what the delay was. Feodora was a kind and proper hostess and would never do anything to upset ir discourage guests. Though never one to complain or be rude he decided to at least check to see if perhaps his order had been lost and thus Nikolas walked from his room and down the hall towards the Kitchen.

As he did he saw a line of irate guests standing at the kitchen and a few griping and complaining something to the front desk. Walking past the line and towards the receptionist he past an angry man and saw the receptionist hold her head in frustration. "Excuse me, I apologize if I sound rude, but is everything okay? Seems to be a hubbaloo this morning?" he asked.

The female receptionist looked up and said, "I do apologize sir, but unfortunately we are having a kitchen issue and all meals are ....are....Um I" Nikolas soon realized the receptionist was staring at him like a piece of meat, a slight drool at her mouth. Clearing his throat Nikolas motioned to the counter with coffee, muffins, and bread pastries. "Oh please don't worry on my part. I will just have some coffee Nikolas said as he walked over feeling the receptionist stare at him as he did so with hearts in her eyes.

Getting to the coffee he poured himself a hot cup of black coffee just as he liked it into a disposable cup. Taking a sip as he saw the line of irate guests get longer he thought for a moment about Feodora and how she must be feeling. A heat sense hit his chest again, thus he grabbed another cup and made another cup of coffee. Having spent time with Feodora at a café he remembered how she liked it and made it perfectly before walking past the crowd

He was able to approach her office and using his large hands holding his coffee and her own, he knocked on her office door, hoping not to disturb her in a time of crisis

Posted by: Haley Russell

« on: September 28, 2025, 08:18:52 pm »

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It was a normal day at Amestia Inn, and all the staff were focused on their tasks for the day. It was mid-afternoon and Feodora was doing her usual rounds of checking to make sure that everyone was doing their job but also help when an extra hand is needed. She'd also take a break to handle some things in her office, which was usually coordinating with the vendors whenever they needed to order supplies for the inn, making sure new guests that came in were greeted and satisfied with their stay at the inn and managing the inn's sales and budget. She had other tasks she had to contend with on top of that, so her day-to-day life was always busy when it came to managing the inn. It always felt as if she never had a day off despite actually having them. Even when she had a break, she was usually needed.

It probably didn't help that she also lived in one of the rooms of the inn, but much like other residents that paid on a monthly basis, Feodora herself did the same thing by staying on the premises. It was easier than getting an apartment and it's not as if the rooms were bad. The inn was well maintained, so if there were any issues, it was always handled. Currently, she was in her office trying to work on a small poster advertising another inn party for Halloween. It was that time of month where kids and adults get excited wanting to dress up in costumes and just have fun. There were families that lived at the inn who couldn't afford to live anywhere else and the Amestia Inn was the next best thing for them. It is because of that, Feodora takes it upon herself to make sure everyone at the inn feels welcome and can feel comfortable to interact with one another. Even if it's just a casual greeting, she always tried to make sure others were comfortable around one another.

Granted, she couldn't force people to engage with each other, but sometimes, if the opportunity was there, she wanted to try and bridge that gap. She did worry about some that stayed to themselves. That worried her a little bit. Talking to them directly seemed to help sometimes, but there were times she couldn't always interact with the ones that stayed away from others. It made her feel bad, but she had to focus on her work when she was working. Outside of work, she was free to do what she wanted that was within her ability to do so. All in all, it was a pretty standard workday for her like it always is. However, as she was putting the finishing touches on the poster she was working on before wanting to print it, a member of staff came rushing into her office with a panicked expression.

Immediately, Feodora looked away from her computer to give the staff member her full attention. Given how they looked, she immediately knew it had to be serious. "What's wrong?" she asked.

The staff member, a young male university student was clearly worried, but knew he had to tell Feodora what was going on. "It's the oven in the kitchen, ma'am. It stopped working right when it was being used. Or erm, rather the system of the stove seemed to glitch and suddenly short circuited somehow," the young man told her.

Feodora's eyes widened at this revelation. "What?! How did that happen?!"

"No one is sure. There was an influx of food orders coming in, so it was being used a lot since this morning up to now. We're not sure what caused it, but none of the entire oven isn't working. Stovetop included. The cooks can't prepare certain meals without it."

Feodora sighed, rubbing her temples. This wasn't what she expected to happen today, but it did and now she had to take care of it. Otherwise, a lot of angry complaints will come pouring in. "Alright," she began, "In the meantime, tell everyone in the kitchen if there are certain meals that can be cooked in the toaster ovens, to use them temporarily, but to not take any larger and longer meal orders. I'll call the repairman and I'll make sure front desk reaches each resident in their rooms to let them know what's going on."

The young man bowed his nodded his head. "Understood," he said, before taking his leave to head to return to the kitchen.

In the meantime, Feodora grabbed her cellphone from her desk and left her office. There were two people manning the front desk today, so when she approached them, she made sure to inform them both of what was going on in the kitchen and to inform residents in occupied rooms that fewer meal orders will be taken until the problem is resolved. They understood and began to check the occupied room list and start calling each rooms while Feodora stepped away to call the usual repair guy that handled these sort of issues. She wasn't sure if they were available since based on what was described to her, it's possible a part in the oven blew out and that may end up needing to be replaced. There's no guarantee it'll be fixed by the end of the day, but she wanted to see if he could check and see how bad it is. She could only imagine how much this will cost, but she just needed to know how much it will be so it can be taken care of. If she had to shut the entire kitchen down for a day or two, she will do that, but only if it is necessary. She just hoped it wouldn't come to that.

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