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#Post#: 496--------------------------------------------------
Re: Resurrection
By: insert name Date: July 17, 2017, 4:54 am
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Rita thinks for a moment.
"I think I know a place. You just get back to work, and I'll
find the number. I'll think you the address later today." She
kisses him on the cheek before he heads off again.
[hr]
Hertz arrives at the address alone, but Rita's still in his
thoughts over the brief flight, and no sooner has he set down
than she's standing next to him. She's getting better about
handling her thoughts. She's actually managed to keep Wally from
rooting out what the place is, though she apparently had to
bring up Hertz's office to get a table on this short notice.
The place is in Utah, Salt Lake City. A restaurant in the
downtown area. It's a small, unassuming building with a fancy
neon sign out front that says, Ariel's & Leon's.
"Now," Rita says, "I don't want you thinking about work. Just
enjoy this. And, for goodness sakes, if we're going to have a
night out actually be here." She hands him a briefcase, "I
packed you your nice blue suit. Make your puppet look like its
wearing that, and then go to the bathroom and actually put it
on, okay?"
Then they walk in.
The inside is nice, cozy, expensive looking, and surprisingly
sparse. There are only a dozen tables in the place, lit by
candles with nice flower arrangements. The place isn't quite
full, one other table is empty. The place is incredibly clean,
without any signs of disease carrying insects or rats,
practically impossible. The food in front of those already
served is wildly varied, French, Italian, American, German,
fusions, and fascinating dishes that Hertz can't quite identify
any ethnicity to. As his cells pass through them, a multitude of
complex and exacting flavors fill him. The food is slightly odd.
It takes even Hertz a moment to place it, but neither the meat
nor vegetables have any signs of stress, outside of preparation.
There's no signs of any of the multitude of minor injuries and
changes in the lifecycle of a living thing, no deterioration of
the cells by aging, even though some of the meat is clearly from
adult animals. The pastries are also, for all their sweetness,
lower in calories and fat than Hertz would expect. Except in
front of one unhealthily thin woman, where they seem to have
slightly more. In fact, all the food seems to have its calories,
fat, and nutrient values calculated to be healthy, even if the
individual dishes normally wouldn't be. A quick check inside the
people suggests that they have been individually tailored to the
consumers. The minute and sometimes baffling differences seem
more than coincidence.
They're met at front by a maitre d' who smiles at them and asks
for their reservation. Rita gives the name, and the man smiles
and shows them to an open table.
"Have either of you dined with us before?" he asks. When they
confirm they have not, he says, "Then I hope you will enjoy the
unique experience of dining here. We have a menu, but do not
feel limited by it. You may ask for any meal you desire, and no
matter how obscure or strange, we guarantee we can provide it."
He smiles broadly as he says it, almost smugly. "Or, of course,
you may let our expert chefs select for you. We have yet to have
a complaint about that."
The menus presented have a rather straightforward list of
popular fine dining items, sitting alongside down home comfort
food and some rather bizarre combinations that only a gourmand
would ever think of, and only the pretentious would ever bother
eating. The man also presents a wine list, which includes a
house wine called Ariel's Special, which boldly lists 1970 as
the year, and is half the price of the others. Nevertheless, the
maitre d' recommends it, saying despite all appearances it is
the best wine on the menu.
The whole arrangement is so close to surreal that Hertz knows
immediately that some kind of metahuman strangeness must be
afoot. He cycles through his perfect memory for references to
the names Leon and Ariel, but doesn't recall them. Aliases,
possibly. There hasn't been much metahuman activity in Salt Lake
City, to his knowledge. The Go Home Girl dumped someone back
home in Park City, and while no powers were confirmed from
Private Boris Michaels, that doesn't always tell the full story.
Rita read about the place in Life magazine, so maybe this time
the press managed to beat Hertz's researchers. Another piece of
evidence indicating the metahuman population exponential growth
was impossible to keep full tabs on.
Wally, Rita thinks to him. He picks up some slight annoyance at
the reflexive wall he threw up around his work thoughts. Go
change, and relax.
When Wally gets back from the bathroom, wearing the blue suit
and standing in the flesh, the whole place seems more pleasant.
Without suspicious cells and minds spread out through every nook
and cranny. He finds a black man standing by his table, talking
to Rita.
"Wally," Rita says as he returns, "Please, meet chef Leon."
Leon smiles and shakes Dr. Hertz's hand. "A pleasure to meet
you, doctor." He pauses, looking at Hertz for a moment. "Well,
I'll be," he says, "You must be something special, because I
can't think of a thing to recommend to you. That almost never
happens."
#Post#: 498--------------------------------------------------
Re: Resurrection
By: PlebeianTyrant Date: July 17, 2017, 7:06 pm
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Hertz is admittedly a little nervous walking up to a Metahuman
without having his Puppet to represent him, but he didn't want
to embarrass Rita. "Hello!" Hertz greets the man with a smile.
"I may have an explanation for you." Hertz looks at Rita with a
smirk and sly wink. "I think one would call it a 'you show me
yours and I'll show you mine' type of scenario." Hertz says in a
joking tone.
#Post#: 499--------------------------------------------------
Re: Resurrection
By: insert name Date: July 19, 2017, 3:46 pm
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The man laughs and smiles. "Oh, I don't have much to show, only
to taste. As far as I know, it's just an extremely intuitive
sense of what people will like, and I'm a better chef than I
ever was before." He shrugs, "Ariel's the one with the really
impressive tricks, but she doesn't like to show off as much as I
do. We're always glad to serve other metahumans here, though."
#Post#: 502--------------------------------------------------
Re: Resurrection
By: PlebeianTyrant Date: July 19, 2017, 10:22 pm
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Wally gives Leon an interested look, "Oh?" But a glance at Rita
mixed with a mental nudge reminds him that he's here to not work
and to relax a little. "Well, we'll have to talk sometime. I'm
always glad to meet other metahumans." He says, in a slightly
exaggerated tone to imply reference to Leon's previous
statement.
Sitting down at the table Wallmand says to Leon, "I already know
what I want anyway, I'll have a bottle of your house wine with
pissaladieres for starters and duck a l'orange for my entree. I
think I'm feeling Mousse for dessert. Anything you would
personally recommend?"
Wally turns to Rita after Leon takes the order and heads back to
the kitchen, "I've been wanting French food since Christmas,
but I never seem to give myself time to enjoy food. I'm glad we
came here, this is great."
#Post#: 505--------------------------------------------------
Re: Resurrection
By: insert name Date: July 20, 2017, 8:11 pm
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[quote author=PlebeianTyrant link=topic=50.msg502#msg502
date=1500520946]
Wally gives Leon an interested look, "Oh?" But a glance at Rita
mixed with a mental nudge reminds him that he's here to not work
and to relax a little. "Well, we'll have to talk sometime. I'm
always glad to meet other metahumans." He says, in a slightly
exaggerated tone to imply reference to Leon's previous
statement.
Sitting down at the table Wallmand says to Leon, "I already know
what I want anyway, I'll have a bottle of your house wine with
pissaladieres for starters and duck a l'orange for my entree. I
think I'm feeling Mousse for dessert. Anything you would
personally recommend?"[/quote]
Leon doesn't write anything down, but his attention to the order
is acute as he stands their in his chef's uniform. He considers
the question. "Well, I'm not getting any strong intuition about
you, but I suppose I can make a recommendation the old fashioned
way... or the new fashioned way. Many guests are hesitant to try
Ariel's rather unusual combinations, but I highly recommend the
strawberries and peas."
Rita blinks in surprise. "Strawberries and peas?" she repeats.
Leon nods. "While I mostly recommend things people already
desire greatly, even if they don't consciously know it, Ariel
prefers to discover new tastes. I won't pretend to understand
the science behind her art, but the results are undeniable."
OOC
Of course, with a conscious effort, Hertz could let him in
enough to get a better reading, but that's a risk I doubt the
man wants to take.
On a weird side note, the Strawberries and Peas is actually
based on modern foodpairing, implying here that Ariel has
basically developed some culinary science decades ahead of its
time... not that anyone would recognize that.
[quote author=PlebeianTyrant link=topic=50.msg502#msg502
date=1500520946]Wally turns to Rita after Leon takes the order
and heads back to the kitchen, "I've been wanting French food
since Christmas, but I never seem to give myself time to enjoy
food. I'm glad we came here, this is great."
[/quote]
Rita gives a look somewhere between worry and bemusement, "If
you've been wanting it that long, you should have said
something. It would have been simple enough." She shrugs it off,
"I'm glad you're glad we came. When I read about this place, I
thought it would be incredible to try it..." she pauses a
moment, "And I thought it would be good for you to see
metahumans doing something other than..." the same collection of
images, impressions and thoughts that Hertz used to demonstrate
why David shouldn't go to the army flashes between the couple.
"Other than what you usually see."
After a short time, a middle aged woman comes out of the back.
She's doughy, dumpy, and clearly nervous to be stepping out of
the back. She's dressed in the same chef uniform as Leon, but
utterly missing his ease. Leon comes out behind her, and clearly
coaxes her forward.
She walks up to the Hertzes' table, but only because Leon is
blocking her exit back to the kitchen. She's holding a bottle of
wine. Other patron's are looking at her.
She stops at the table, and smiles weakly. "I don't usually do
this," she looks back at Leon, "But Leon seems to think we
should show off for you." She does not sound happy about that.
She takes the wine and, without popping the cork, mimes pouring
into Rita's glass. A stream of wine pours, from the thin air
right in front of the cork, and splashes into the glass. She
then repeats this with Wally's glass. His wine comes out
lighter. "It's a Rosé," she says, "It pairs better with
pissaladière." She says it in a blunt, matter of fact way. Then
she catches herself. "That is, unless you'd prefer it red... or
white." The last sounds almost as though she had to yank it out
of her larynx with a pair of pliers.
#Post#: 508--------------------------------------------------
Re: Resurrection
By: PlebeianTyrant Date: July 21, 2017, 4:08 pm
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[quote]"... I highly recommend the strawberries and
peas."[/quote]
"What a novel thing. I think we'll share an order." Hertz says
cheerfully. His thoughts informing Rita of his curiosity for
this odd new food.
[quote]"That is, unless you'd prefer it red... or white." The
last sounds almost as though she had to yank it out of her
larynx with a pair of pliers.[/quote]
Hertz looks a little stunned at he oddly rude behavior of one of
their hosts, "Uh... a r-red... red is fine." He slightly
stammers out. He looks at her for a moment, suddenly feeling
self conscious and wishing the Puppet was out to absorb the
brunt of the attention. "Hello, my name is Doctor Wallmand
Hertz. I am the head and lead researcher of the Meta-Human
Discovery Corps of the United States of America." Hertz offers
his hand for the woman to shake.
#Post#: 512--------------------------------------------------
Re: Resurrection
By: insert name Date: July 25, 2017, 8:12 pm
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The woman looks at the hand like it's a snake for a moment. Then
she reaches meekly out and shakes it. "That's a Heck of a job
description, Doctor. I'm Ariel Star, and I work in the kitchen."
She replaces his glass and fills it this time with red, instead
of the rosé.
#Post#: 514--------------------------------------------------
Re: Resurrection
By: PlebeianTyrant Date: July 26, 2017, 9:41 am
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"It's nice to meet you. You have quite a talent. Is all this
what you dreamed of?" Hertz and her, gesturing at the rest of
the restaurant. "It seems to be doing very well."
#Post#: 515--------------------------------------------------
Re: Resurrection
By: insert name Date: July 26, 2017, 10:51 pm
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Ariel forces a smile. "I like owning a restaurant," she says,
"And making food. Just not the part where I come out here."
There's a gap before she says, "Not that I want to offend you.
I'm just not great with people. And, yeah, we do okay. People
like to go see Metahumans, and we make good food."
#Post#: 516--------------------------------------------------
Re: Resurrection
By: PlebeianTyrant Date: July 27, 2017, 7:21 am
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"Well, thank you for letting us experience your food. I'm very
excited. Why don't we talk at a later time? I can leave my phone
number in case we want to get in touch with each other." Hertz
offers the woman her way out of this situation.
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