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[myscarsmiles]

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

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Early Afternoon

[be_loveless]

Considering Ritsuka had been living out of a hotel for the last few days, he was dependent on room service for his meals, but the room service food wasn't cheap and he was worried about the drain on his money. So, he'd left his room early that afternoon, only to stumble upon a diner with food considerably cheaper than at the hotel.

Ritsuka was used to being stared at in public because of his cat ears and he made absolutely no effort to conceal them or his tail, which was flicking absently as he settled into a seat. A waitress appeared to give him a menu, but after that she disappeared. Ritsuka didn't mind and he perused the menu; however, he couldn't help but be distracted by the bustle of the restaurant and he peered over his menu to watch some of the other diners.

He couldn't help but think that any of these people could know or could actually be Agatsuma Soubi. Not knowing what the man looked like made his search much more difficult, but if he frequented busy places like this during his search, it was possible that he might

Re: Early Afternoon

[gettingawaywith]

Dexter had finished early that day, and had beelined straight for the diner after getting off of work

Re: Early Afternoon

[be_loveless]

Ritsuka's ears perked up when the man spoked to him and he tilted his head back to look up at him. He took a quick glance around the restaurant. The place was packed and most of the tables had at least two people, so Ritsuka wouldn't have felt right refusing. Still, he wasn't exactly comfortable eating with a stranger.

"Okay, I guess so," he replied with a small nod as he fidgeted with the menu. He was grateful when the waitress showed up to give them each a glass of water, but she was gone just as quickly.

Ritsuka peered over his menu to look at the stranger again and he relaxed a little upon seeing his kind smile. At least he was going to be sitting with someone friendly.

Re: Early Afternoon

[gettingawaywith]

Dexter's smile shifted into something apologetic.

"Place is really packed." He took a large drink of water, emptying almost half of the glass in one swallow before he looked around the place again. The man gave a soft, almost sigh of air, glancing at the menu. He knew what he wanted (protein, carbs, coffee, and to get out of here), and the look that he cast at the menu was purely out of artificial gesture. It looked entirely natural.

Dexter nodded at Ritsuka. "I'll be out of your hair as soon as they bring me a steak." A laugh. The crossing of tanned, well muscled arms under a plain long-sleeved button down shirt that has its sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

Afternoon

[guessedmyname]

Not that he usually frequented diners, but even Kira didn't believe in clubbing all the time-- particularly when he hadn't quite gotten over his hangover from the night before. He took a seat alone in one of the corners of the diner, chatted up the waitress that came to his table more out of habit than actual interest. When they got past the usual flirty banter, he ordered black coffee and nothing else. With any luck at all, the headache would go away soon.

Waitress gone, Kira glanced around the other tables before opening the book he'd brought with him and starting to read. His thoughts drifted away from the novel despite his efforts to pay attention. He thought about her the way he always did, that bitch, brutal and cold and too damn pretty-- and not worth all the emotion he attached to her, the absolutely ridiculous inability he had to get over that smirking, mocking face--

It'd been a year and a half, he realized. Year and a half today.

Whatever. Kira forced himself to keep reading the novel, half-draining the cup of coffee,

Afternoon

[daughterinexile]

It was not unusually for Mazikeen to drop into the diner. She was, after all, Kristoph's support in all things and the daily maintenance and running of his various establishments fell under the umbrella of her responsibilities. After a brief inspection of the kitchen and pantry, she walked into the dining room to take stock of the afternoon's traffic. Scanning the room quickly, she caught site of a familiar face sitting in a booth tucked away in a far corner. Young and handsome and slightly haggard-looking, Mazikeen studied Kira Sakuya for a moment before approaching. He had that look on his face again, the one that he was known for -- the one that said he was no doubt thinking about that ill-fated love affair of his again -- and it was reason enough to give Mazikeen pause as to whether to say hello

Re: Afternoon

[guessedmyname]

Kira glanced up from his book at Mazikeen's first words, momentarily startled out of yet another series of sour recollections. He could throw Alexiel out of his brain easily enough so long as there was someone else around, someone that he knew. He relaxed.

"Mazikeen," he said, lips twitching into a slight smirk, and abruptly he stood up in an odd half-remembered gesture of politeness. "How's it going? Been awhile since I've seen you around. Won't you sit down?" The smirk turned into the barest of grins. "I'll treat you to... well, whatever's on the menu if you want."

Afternoon

[daughterinexile]

Mazikeen laughed, quiet and restrained so as not to disturb the other patrons. She bowed her head slightly in appreciation of his attempt at graciousness and gracefully slid into the booth across from where he sat, folding her hands politely in her lap. "Ah, Kira, you are too generous, it should be I who treats you, yes? I am, after all, under Mr. Gavin's employ, and you are a welcome guest in his establishment. Besides," she said, reaching across the table to pick up his abandoned book, "you seemed to be needing a bit of a rescue." She grinned now, widely. "And I could not help but comply."

Late Evening

[witchactually]

Billy Kaplan might have been born in Reggio Calabria, but he had been raised in New York. After nearly a week of living in the foreign city, he'd started to grow more accustomed to how things worked, and his Italian had significantly improved-- although, having a tutor did help. But one thing Billy couldn't improve on too much was a tourist-esque craving for American food. Sometimes, a boy just wanted something that didn't involve noodles or tomato sauce.

The diner was a small blessing.

The plate of fries and the chocolate milkshake he ordered were a comfort. His mind had been a whirlwind of thoughts since his meeting with Mazikeen. Wanda Maximoff. That was her name, his mother's name-- the name that Mazikeen had given him. Now, finally, he had something solid to base his search on. One step closer to finding her

Re: Late Evening

[corvoinnocente]

Crowley was just now starting to perk up, he'd been up since early that morning working and being up during the day was a drastic upset to his usual nocturnal routine.

He'd had a nice long nap, and now he was just starting to get his daily errands run. First, a meal then the grocery store, and finally the 24 hour dry cleaners.

Coming in in a long black cloak with a high collar, carrying his shopping basket, he took a seat at the counter against the wall and asked for pancakes and a virgin bloody mary.

Re: Late Evening

[witchactually]

Billy's search in the Young Avengers network ran up empty for the time being. His fellow mutants, most of them American, just had little idea of things outside of the States. Keep looking, though. That's what they'd told him.

It was late enough in the evening that few people were drifting in and out of the diner. So, when the door opened to admit a rather curious looking man, Billy couldn't help but peer over his laptop screen at him. He was wearing an outfit that struck Billy as very Halloween-- but then again, who knew? New York was different than here, and maybe it was just one more Italian thing for Billy to get used to.

Re: Late Evening

[corvoinnocente]

Crowley smiled, pleased with himself as he waited for his food before reaching down into his basket and coming up with a book that he began to read.

"How to Read Tarot" was printed on the cover with a large picture of the ace of swords. It was lined with post its and Crowley was using a mechanical pencil to scribble notes.

He was trying desperately to learn everything he could so when his store opened, he would be able to be a good card reader for his customers. His strategy was to memorize the material in the books he sold.

Late Evening-~11:30 p.m.

[fortunasignora]

Alice, from as long as she could remember, had always been a night owl. It was She couldn't help but chuckle when she saw that she was one of the few in the bar that was still up for getting grub. Talk about being being the cliche

It's not like she meant to act like a typical vampire, even though technically she wasn't one. She just felt that she was more active at night, though she still was fairly active during the day as well. She would have given Jasper a call and seen if he was game for hanging out. But considering that she figured he wasn't too fond of her at the moment with her abrupt arrival, she didn't want to anger him any further

[ombrosa]

Walking into the diner, Kai pulled her red hat further down over her head. Prosciutto had told her to be inconspicuous after all, but she had a sinking feeling that this wasn't quite what he had meant. One hand shoved deep into the pocket of her skirt, she clenched hard the small scrap of paper in between her fingers and tried her best to recall the meager notes she had written on it. Chino Manccino, 25, light hair, dark skin. Eats a late lunch every day at Un Morso Di Mangiare.Quickly scanning the crowd, Kai saw nobody who matched the description; she thought hard to remember why exactly she hadn't just brought the notes Prosciutto had given her, but it was too late for that now, she was already here. There was cleaning to be done, and though it didn't need to be done right away, she had hoped to have studied the young man and his habits, in the hopes of finding an opportunity that she could eventually exploit

[myscarsmiles]

Kristoph snatched his journal off the table before anything could destroy the writing on its precious pages, but luckily, nothing was startled enough to spill. With a relieved breath, he placed the journal back down and would have ignored the bump and the offender entirely if not for the curious speech pattern. Something about it caught his attention and he glanced up at the voice's owner, a scrawny teenage girl. It wasn't the type of person he would usually associate with, but.. something about her nagged at her.

Ah!

"Kai?" He asked, closing the book and slipping it into a pocket unobtrusively. "The cleaner?"

[ombrosa]

At the mention of the word cleaner, Kai narrowed her eyes and took a small step backwards, her body posture now crouched inwards like a animal ready to strike. With a short glance at her wrist, she summoned Sky High, raising her hand slightly in the small space between them.

"How do you know this?" she asked with suspicion. "You do not know Kai, and she does not know you."

[myscarsmiles]

"As a matter of fact.." he studied her for a long moment, totally unaware of how much danger he was in. She didn't appear to be much, but he did sense something about her, a certain danger. He reminded her of Rhode - not strongly, but in the faintest of senses, the idea of innocence lost, of that quiet, murderous force sleeping inside of her. "I think we have met. Online. My name is Kristoph Gavin. Do you remember?"