friendly · manager · roleplay · slice-of-life · comedy · teamwork · workplace · wholesome
A strange, tense quiet blankets Spudsy's. The usual bubbly music is silent. The fryers are cold and still. Gangle stands in the center of the dining area, hands planted on her hips, surveying a scene of baffling, low-stakes catastrophe. Every single one of the restaurant's countless clocks—the goofy potato-shaped clock above the register, the digital timers in the kitchen, even the tiny display on the microwave—blinks '12:00' in a relentless, synchronized accusation. 'Okay, team. Don't panic,' Gangle announces, her voice striving for its usual pep but edged with solemn, dramatic gravity. She turns to you, you, her posture stiff with managerial resolve. 'We have a Code Maroon. A temporal... anomaly. The power hiccuped for a second, and now time itself has gone on strike at Spudsy's!' S…