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capeandcowllogs2012-06-17 10:12 pm
sanguinosi) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-06-17 10:12 pm
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WHO: Ladd and Angelica.
WHERE: A small, fancy restaurant somewhere in the City.
WHEN: Saturday evening.
WARNINGS: Discussion of gore and extreme physical violence is highly likely.
SUMMARY: Ladd and Angelica meet at a restaurant and decide to discuss their respective villainous portfolios.
FORMAT: Quick to start, whatever afterwards!
[Ladd has eaten at a lot of restaurants since he came here. He always appreciated the atmosphere, the coming and going of waiters that would do nearly anything to get a generous tip from the man in the expensive suit. It helped, obviously, that these restaurants served meals not prepared in a microwave, which was the extent of Ladd's own cooking skills.
The restaurant he's currently at was one he had never been to before. The menu was pretty generic, serving all matters of food from across Europe, but he had through the grapevine that the chef was a culinary mastermind. He's sitting on his own, of course, glancing over the menu and waiting for a waiter to bustle over. He hasn't even ordered the drinks yet, and he's starting to consider threatening a waiter if someone doesn't come over to his table soon.]
WHERE: A small, fancy restaurant somewhere in the City.
WHEN: Saturday evening.
WARNINGS: Discussion of gore and extreme physical violence is highly likely.
SUMMARY: Ladd and Angelica meet at a restaurant and decide to discuss their respective villainous portfolios.
FORMAT: Quick to start, whatever afterwards!
[Ladd has eaten at a lot of restaurants since he came here. He always appreciated the atmosphere, the coming and going of waiters that would do nearly anything to get a generous tip from the man in the expensive suit. It helped, obviously, that these restaurants served meals not prepared in a microwave, which was the extent of Ladd's own cooking skills.
The restaurant he's currently at was one he had never been to before. The menu was pretty generic, serving all matters of food from across Europe, but he had through the grapevine that the chef was a culinary mastermind. He's sitting on his own, of course, glancing over the menu and waiting for a waiter to bustle over. He hasn't even ordered the drinks yet, and he's starting to consider threatening a waiter if someone doesn't come over to his table soon.]
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[Ladd's gaze floats over to her hands now, watching as they moved so delicately.]
And speaking of that violence and horror thing, ain't that the reason you came over here? Unless you want to make your next test subject, there really ain't much else I can do that doesn't involve a lot of destruction.