<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Canteen on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/canteen/</link><description>Recent content in Canteen on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/canteen/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>University Woes</title><link>/stories/2019/01/09/university-woes/</link><pubDate>Wed, 09 Jan 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/01/09/university-woes/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="part-1-the-lost-mobile"&gt;Part 1: The Lost Mobile&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s nearly one o&amp;rsquo;clock, we should head back to the lecture hall.&amp;rdquo; said Pauline.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Agreed.&amp;rdquo; responded Nicola. The two girls lifted up their food trays and emptied what was left on them into one of the canteen bins. They made their way to the lecture hall and took their seats. Within minutes they were taking notes, listening to the drony voice of their lecturer for the afternoon, the least exciting one they had during each week. Thursday afternoons were rubbish here.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Window Worker 2: Noike's Pet</title><link>/stories/2012/01/13/the-window-worker-2-noikes-pet/</link><pubDate>Fri, 13 Jan 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/01/13/the-window-worker-2-noikes-pet/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="window_worker.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Window Worker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: Noike&amp;rsquo;s Pet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Noike led Hannah, or Hana as she now started to pronounce her friends name, by the lead into her apartment over the hall. Once inside Hannah was led over to the kitchen where Noike had some food prepared on the side. Hannah turned on the hob and quickly started to cook a rice dish on the hob.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Why is this happening? I can understand about work, sort of, but usually even Window Workers must get to go home and carry on as normal. Why am I being treated like this?” Hannah enquired.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Window Worker</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-window-worker/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-window-worker/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hannah Reynolds had worked for Tanaka since leaving university. Her combined honours degree in business and Japanese had served to start her on the career ladder with the large Japanese conglomerate. She had been interested in the East since she was a little girl, getting her first taste of oriental culture from television shows like Monkey or the Water Margin. Classic Japanese films like Godzilla had been very entertaining. You knew that it was a man in a suit stomping all over a model city, but she was prepared to believe the illusion for the sake of entertainment. Then, while at college she had discovered Manga and she had re-considered everything that she knew about the Japanese. She had joked that the most evil organisations on the planet seemed to be Japanese Multi Corporations. All of these had, by definition, a weapon’s or experimental science division. They would all have a dangerous experimental gizmo that they would leave around for their children to find and play with, or more usually, somebody else’s children. They would then cause havoc, ultimately destroying Tokyo. It was only then that the companies’ large and suspiciously primed construction division would leap into action. Rebuilding Tokyo seemed to be a very profitable and popular national pastime in all Japanese fiction.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>