[OPEN]
WHO: Kristoph Gavin [myscarsmiles] and hopefully lots of others.
WHAT: Nothing in particular. It's an open thread. Get something to eat, chat with your friends. Go wild. No explosions, please.
WHERE: Un Morso Di Mangiare: A 24-hour diner: Vie Marsala and Via Aspromonte
WHEN: A couple of days after the fashion show: anytime, really! Just say when in the title of your post.
A diner is a diner.
A while ago, when Kristoph's money was solely illicit, and most of his value was in information, he saw what Reggio Calabria needed: something casual. Sure, he has his teahouse, but that's a niche market, and a resturant, but most of the poeple here probably can't afford that. It's always good to cater to a poorer market, especially in a place where money is hard to come by, unless you're doing something suspicious. Well, perhaps not that hard, but there's enough homeless people and poor kids, that this town needed a diner. Nothing fancy, nothing expensive, just a place with chairs and waiters where a person can order lasagna and a hamburger.
And so, this little place came into being, and it's always busy. He likes that. The diner menu is varied, with pancakes, burgers, hot sandwiches, and whatever else you could want, supplemented with his own recipes; he gave himself a liquor license but nothing about it is featured in the menu or shown, so you have to know to ask for a vodka on the rocks.
The portions are on the large side. This diner is more about information than it is about money, though money always is a nice little plus. It's also a good place to sit back and muse, without the tradition of tea sitting around you or the possibility of having an extended, traitorus discussion with Gin. Not to say he doesn't enjoy those, but talking to Ichimaru takes effort. Here, it's so easy to be fake and just the diner owner.
Waiters and chef busily move around him, serving the fairly busy establishment. People talk and Kristoph's ears are open, and some of the waiters are Vescovos, and all their ears are open too. Not all of them, of course, so things get missed, but some things can be overheard and important things are whispered into the ear of the head consigliere. He didn't get to be head adviser for nothing, after all.
He in a booth against the wall, alone writing about the fashion show. Gin, Rhode, and Kaoru feature prominently, followed by Mazikeen, Dean, and the entertainment. Of course, if anyone comes, he'll most certainly close his most important possession. And even if it's open, all of the writing is in German. Sitting in front of him is a plate of half-eaten buttered pancakes.
Around him, business moves and people talk and eat and go about their lives.
WHAT: Nothing in particular. It's an open thread. Get something to eat, chat with your friends. Go wild. No explosions, please.
WHERE: Un Morso Di Mangiare: A 24-hour diner: Vie Marsala and Via Aspromonte
WHEN: A couple of days after the fashion show: anytime, really! Just say when in the title of your post.
A diner is a diner.
A while ago, when Kristoph's money was solely illicit, and most of his value was in information, he saw what Reggio Calabria needed: something casual. Sure, he has his teahouse, but that's a niche market, and a resturant, but most of the poeple here probably can't afford that. It's always good to cater to a poorer market, especially in a place where money is hard to come by, unless you're doing something suspicious. Well, perhaps not that hard, but there's enough homeless people and poor kids, that this town needed a diner. Nothing fancy, nothing expensive, just a place with chairs and waiters where a person can order lasagna and a hamburger.
And so, this little place came into being, and it's always busy. He likes that. The diner menu is varied, with pancakes, burgers, hot sandwiches, and whatever else you could want, supplemented with his own recipes; he gave himself a liquor license but nothing about it is featured in the menu or shown, so you have to know to ask for a vodka on the rocks.
The portions are on the large side. This diner is more about information than it is about money, though money always is a nice little plus. It's also a good place to sit back and muse, without the tradition of tea sitting around you or the possibility of having an extended, traitorus discussion with Gin. Not to say he doesn't enjoy those, but talking to Ichimaru takes effort. Here, it's so easy to be fake and just the diner owner.
Waiters and chef busily move around him, serving the fairly busy establishment. People talk and Kristoph's ears are open, and some of the waiters are Vescovos, and all their ears are open too. Not all of them, of course, so things get missed, but some things can be overheard and important things are whispered into the ear of the head consigliere. He didn't get to be head adviser for nothing, after all.
He in a booth against the wall, alone writing about the fashion show. Gin, Rhode, and Kaoru feature prominently, followed by Mazikeen, Dean, and the entertainment. Of course, if anyone comes, he'll most certainly close his most important possession. And even if it's open, all of the writing is in German. Sitting in front of him is a plate of half-eaten buttered pancakes.
Around him, business moves and people talk and eat and go about their lives.