The Main Ingredient (Private)
Dec 22, 2022 21:37:07 GMT -5
Post by Veliky on Dec 22, 2022 21:37:07 GMT -5
"Sandwich" A big sign, a bold font and a scenic location by the snow-blanketed southern dock: just about everything a restaurant needs to be eye-catching. But it is a somewhat odd sign, isn't it? "Sandwich" It's a restaurant, to be certain - the empty tables, visible through the luxury glass windows, are telling enough. And, undoubtedly, it sells sandwiches; if it didn't, some would-be consumers might be highly disappointed. But, still, why simply "Sandwich"? Would that not be equivalent to creating a steakhouse called 'steak?'
Well, perhaps it wouldn't be. After all, while sandwiches may be as common as the cold in our world, they are something of a rarity - exotic, even - in Charon. Indeed, if a citizen of Sol City were to walk by, they might very well look at the sign and think 'Sandwich? Just what is a sandwich?', then enter out of sheer curiosity (of course, they wouldn't enter quite yet, as it's currently in the early morning and the restaurant has yet to open). Further luring would be the restaurant's rustic appearance, its rural-ish charm that evokes both nostalgia for those that were raised in the sparser regions of Charon, and a novel fascination in those that weren't. Overall, it is an attractive establishment.
Ah, but, returning to the subject of sandwiches, you might have thought of the following question or any number of variants: "Why is it so rare for the people of Charon to slap some ingredients between two slices of bread and call it a meal?" Well, you see, sandwiches aren't just a layman's food in Charon; they are, in fact, a cultural cuisine of the oft-overlooked halfling folk. They invented the art of sandwich-craft, and are feverishly defensive of its admittedly underwhelming secrets. In fact, halflings are often associated with these stereotypes: secretive, inventive and very small. And there are few halflings that demonstrate these traits more quintessentially than the one sitting just outside the restaurant's double doors.
Three more words to more specifically describe the woman that now sits at the snow-piled outdoor table, her legs dangling not halfway to the ground: severe, tiny (as opposed to small), and business. While 'business' may not be an adjective, it is still an aptly descriptive term for her. Despite standing no taller than a human toddler and probably weighing less, she wears an expression that tolerates no nonsense, complimenting an olive-green uniform that combines the civiler aspects of military with the more authoritative aspects of regality. Yet, reverse-spiting her cold-cut outfit, as if the woman's appearance is having an argument with itself, are her delicate features: big eyes of pale-blue, a tiny nose, and soft-seeming skin that's partly obscured by locks of golden hair. She's a little paradox; and this little paradox's name is Veliky.
Surprisingly, she is *not* currently eating a sandwich, which is as uncharacteristic as it is disappointing. No - Little Veliky is merely waiting. Unfortunately for her and whomever she's waiting for, Veliky is not a patient woman, and it shows in the tapping of her fingers and her steadily worsening scowl. Who's she waiting for? Well, they'll be arriving very soon. In fact, I'll just cease my drivelling now, and we can watch this unfold together...
Bringing Minions
Bishop (Three is a Crowd II)
Knight (Three is a Crowd II)
Rook (Three is a Crowd II)
Bringing Pets
BF (The Goodest Boy)
Stalker (Prismatic Spider)
Well, perhaps it wouldn't be. After all, while sandwiches may be as common as the cold in our world, they are something of a rarity - exotic, even - in Charon. Indeed, if a citizen of Sol City were to walk by, they might very well look at the sign and think 'Sandwich? Just what is a sandwich?', then enter out of sheer curiosity (of course, they wouldn't enter quite yet, as it's currently in the early morning and the restaurant has yet to open). Further luring would be the restaurant's rustic appearance, its rural-ish charm that evokes both nostalgia for those that were raised in the sparser regions of Charon, and a novel fascination in those that weren't. Overall, it is an attractive establishment.
Ah, but, returning to the subject of sandwiches, you might have thought of the following question or any number of variants: "Why is it so rare for the people of Charon to slap some ingredients between two slices of bread and call it a meal?" Well, you see, sandwiches aren't just a layman's food in Charon; they are, in fact, a cultural cuisine of the oft-overlooked halfling folk. They invented the art of sandwich-craft, and are feverishly defensive of its admittedly underwhelming secrets. In fact, halflings are often associated with these stereotypes: secretive, inventive and very small. And there are few halflings that demonstrate these traits more quintessentially than the one sitting just outside the restaurant's double doors.
Three more words to more specifically describe the woman that now sits at the snow-piled outdoor table, her legs dangling not halfway to the ground: severe, tiny (as opposed to small), and business. While 'business' may not be an adjective, it is still an aptly descriptive term for her. Despite standing no taller than a human toddler and probably weighing less, she wears an expression that tolerates no nonsense, complimenting an olive-green uniform that combines the civiler aspects of military with the more authoritative aspects of regality. Yet, reverse-spiting her cold-cut outfit, as if the woman's appearance is having an argument with itself, are her delicate features: big eyes of pale-blue, a tiny nose, and soft-seeming skin that's partly obscured by locks of golden hair. She's a little paradox; and this little paradox's name is Veliky.
Surprisingly, she is *not* currently eating a sandwich, which is as uncharacteristic as it is disappointing. No - Little Veliky is merely waiting. Unfortunately for her and whomever she's waiting for, Veliky is not a patient woman, and it shows in the tapping of her fingers and her steadily worsening scowl. Who's she waiting for? Well, they'll be arriving very soon. In fact, I'll just cease my drivelling now, and we can watch this unfold together...
Bringing Minions
Bishop (Three is a Crowd II)
Knight (Three is a Crowd II)
Rook (Three is a Crowd II)
Bringing Pets
BF (The Goodest Boy)
Stalker (Prismatic Spider)