⚜ 002. Video → The Paramount
[Francis has just finished putting the last minute touches on the tables and adjusted the last picture on the wall. More than $9,500 had been spent on refurbishing an old restaurant Francis had found and stocking up on supplies needed to run it - thankfully the structure was stable enough that it just needed the insides refitted and replaced. And the little set of storage rooms above the restaurant was just perfect for an apartment (he only had a bed up there with no sheets at the moment, but for now that was enough). Altogether, he considered it to be well worth his money. However he had about $300 saved over in case of any emergencies, which he highly doubted would ever come to pass. After all, anyone catching even so much a whiff of his food was bound to at least explore it, if not walk straight in. There weren't many restaurants around the place and being the exploitative enterprising country that he was, he loved knowing that he practically had a monopoly in this area of Boston. He had to keep the prices reasonable, of course, but being the only restaurant in the area certainly let him justify some of his more expensive items. Really, he wondered why no one had thought of this sooner.
Now, Francis was standing outside, admiring his handiwork. It had taken three days to make that place sparkle, especially the kitchen area. But now he was satisfied with his new restaurant, and satisfied with all the work he put into it. He wished he could fill up the old flower boxes with flowers, but seeing as how it had nearly bankrupted him buying the vegetables he needed for some of his dishes, fresh flower plants weren't exactly cheap either. And he had to change his menus a little so that he was using less vegetables in things - alas, it was something that must have been done. Hopefully when he had some more money he could arrange to have more vegetables bought, but for now he had enough to at least garnish his dishes if nothing else.
He checked one final time to make sure he had everything in order, nodding to himself when he spotted that was indeed the case. And so, without further ado, Francis fixed his hair and turned on his CLD.]
I have good news for you, mesdames et messieurs of Boston - there is a new place in town to eat which I assure you is a little slice of Heaven on Earth! [He smiles, pandering to the camera like the drama queen he is.] It's called the Paramount, near the old highway 28 on Beacon Hill. [His accent lengthens the word "Beacon" just a little, but to some it might sound particularly exotic.] If you need good food, non, exquisite food, you need not look any further, ladies and gentlemen! [He moves a bit to the side so that the outside of the restaurant is visible, including an oval, dark blue sign hanging over the street that says "The Paramount" in gold, and in smaller gold letters, "1937".] So please, do come take a look, I promise you won't regret it! Adieu for now, I hope to see you there! [And he shuts off the CLD, waiting for any form of response from anyone.]
(( ooc: Yeah you can make your character go into action mode and come eat at the restaurant if you want. Francis would certainly like the customers. :3 ))
Now, Francis was standing outside, admiring his handiwork. It had taken three days to make that place sparkle, especially the kitchen area. But now he was satisfied with his new restaurant, and satisfied with all the work he put into it. He wished he could fill up the old flower boxes with flowers, but seeing as how it had nearly bankrupted him buying the vegetables he needed for some of his dishes, fresh flower plants weren't exactly cheap either. And he had to change his menus a little so that he was using less vegetables in things - alas, it was something that must have been done. Hopefully when he had some more money he could arrange to have more vegetables bought, but for now he had enough to at least garnish his dishes if nothing else.
He checked one final time to make sure he had everything in order, nodding to himself when he spotted that was indeed the case. And so, without further ado, Francis fixed his hair and turned on his CLD.]
I have good news for you, mesdames et messieurs of Boston - there is a new place in town to eat which I assure you is a little slice of Heaven on Earth! [He smiles, pandering to the camera like the drama queen he is.] It's called the Paramount, near the old highway 28 on Beacon Hill. [His accent lengthens the word "Beacon" just a little, but to some it might sound particularly exotic.] If you need good food, non, exquisite food, you need not look any further, ladies and gentlemen! [He moves a bit to the side so that the outside of the restaurant is visible, including an oval, dark blue sign hanging over the street that says "The Paramount" in gold, and in smaller gold letters, "1937".] So please, do come take a look, I promise you won't regret it! Adieu for now, I hope to see you there! [And he shuts off the CLD, waiting for any form of response from anyone.]
(( ooc: Yeah you can make your character go into action mode and come eat at the restaurant if you want. Francis would certainly like the customers. :3 ))