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From Chronicles

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Kingsdale - Yakov's Deli

Rasputin's Deli is a lively place, normally a short man is behind the counter serving up orders of beef, brisket, chicken, pork, sausage, fish and just about every other type of meat product you can imagine. Rasputin's is a well known secret to low, medium and high class people of all type. Rasputin has all sorts of customer's coming and going at all times of day or night. He isn't open 24-hrs, but he might as well be. As you walk into the Deli, next to the door is a small lunch counter which faces out into the street. Opposite to the deli counter are four small booths. Both of these locations serve as eating space for those that choose to grab a quick bite of food or one of Yakov's and Rasputin's famous five meat monster deli sandwiches. Most people don't use these booths, but the lunch counter is constantly being used, as it provides a great people watching vantage.

Tis late afternoon and the lunch crowd is almost completely gone. Rasputin is doing the clean up from what appears to bea mad lunch rush. Rasputin singing in Russian as he works. At the moment, no one else is in the small Deli.

The door from the street opens and a petite figure in ancient, abused coveralls walks in, her ponytail bouncing. The warm smile that lights up her face warms the brown eyes as she nears the counter and when she speak the tone is as cheerful as the smile. "Nice singin'." She comments softly, leaning her hip against the counter. "Figured I'd get somethin' for dinner... got somethin' special in?" Rasputin turns around and smiles, "Privet, how are you doing?" He steps up on a small stairs as he looks down towards you, "How goes? Good da?" He smiles, "So what would you be making for dinner?"

"Privat?" Caliopa repeats, the cheerfulness fading as perplexion takes its place, her forehead wrinkling a little. "I ain't a grand cook, not really. I burn water." The frank admission is given with the sunny smile that is normal for her. "You settlin' in? No trouble here? We moved the garage..."

Rasputin chuckles loudly as you mention how you cook food. Then pausing mid chuckle, Rasputin puts your face into context, "Da, da, Garage. You own the garage which got moved, da?"

Currently it is late afternoon, and it appears that Rasputin is talking with Caliopa.

Caliopa nods, the smile brightening at the recognition. "Yeah, Atticus 'n' me, we figured it weren't worth jumpin' everytime some bloke told us to." She glances down at the food, biting her lower lip thoughtfully. "Got any suggestions? I figured I'd surprise Atti, you know, treat him 'n' that." A blush starts to raise in her cheeks, turning them dusky red.

Through the door pushes Vyvian, her robust frame wrapped up in a heavy, furred cloak, hood drawn away. She moves into the establishment with a light sense of familiarity, though how her head dips to one side, then the other, refamiliarizing with the wares of the place, hint at the lingering newness. Before moving deeper in, she firmly stomps her feet, twice for each, dislodging some of the snow that clings to her thick, furred moccasin boots. Though some still clings as she steps in further, head naturally shifting in the direction of Cali and Ras.

Rasputin smiles a bit, "Well, that would be good, da? Where mighting you be moving the garage? I heard it was moved, but not where it ended up?" He looks to the door and greets loudly, "Privet! I being with you in a few." He smiles and looks back to Caliopa, "What type of meal do you like to making?"

"Um, somethin' easy that ain't got the chance of gettin' itself on fire." Caliopa replies the questions in the reverse order. "Moved it up to the Landin' strip so I can get the trucks 'n' all up there..." Her face lights up, the thought of her garage obviously something pleasing to her. "What does privet mean?" Curiousity shines in her expressive face, and she glances over her shoulder, the smile returning brightly in greeting to Vyvian.

Vyvian replies to Ras' words with a grin that does a good job at displaying some short, sharp little teeth. "Don't you worry, short stuff. I can wait." Her husky voice given to a soft elongation of every 's' sound. Given that Ras' words identify him as working here, she'll adjust her approach to move towards the two, a more attentive look slipping to Cali. Considering the woman as she nears, saying as she pauses, "Aren't you just a bite sized little morsel." The tone is casually friendly, though another of her toothy grins works at odds with lightening the choice of words.

Rasputin now takes a much better look at the individual who has entered his small Deli. He ponders a moment and then tugs on his beard a little bit. He grows a very wide grin for a moment, then looks back to Caliopia again, "Well, glad to hear the move went well." Rasputin bends down and looks into his case and ponders, "How about a few pork chops? They are fairly easy to cook, just put them in pan and fry them for about 10 minutes per side. No problem at all." He smiles, "Which reminds me, do you have a vehicle large enough for excursions into wilderness?"

Caliopa's bright smile wavers at the corners as she takes in the lizard woman's appearance and the words don't change that. Confusion creases her forehead, and she catches her lower lip with her teeth, worrying it slightly. "Fry them..." She repeats slowly, unhearing before she blinks, shaking her head and returning her attention to Rasputin. "Chops. Yeah I can do that. Ain't supposed to serve somethin's with them or jus' like they come?" She shoots a glance over her shoulder, drawing her eyebrows together as she looks at Vyvian. "I got a truck, should do what you're wantin'..."

Vyvian seems amused at Caliopa's reaction to her, moving to the side slightly to be alongside, but not too close to the woman. "No need for that look now, honey. I don't eat what thinks," she says, her voice given a softer lean as she gives the woman a sidelong glance before she shifts her attention to the side slightly, inspecting some nearby meats thoughtfully.

Rasputin chuckle soflty to himself, "Well, you can serve it with other items, but for the most part you can just serve it by its self. Perhaps bake a potato or two. Two chops, or perhaps 4 to make sure you have a second chance?" Rasputin washes his hands and then pulls out some butcher paper and gets read, "Well I wanted to go dino hunting, for some of my more unusual customers. And I was told I needed better transportation." He smiles and looks to Vyvian and says, "Just another few moments."

Caliopa shifts a little, to face Vyvian warily. "Uh... right." She offers the other woman a smile, uncertain and hardly sunny. "Bake a potato, right..." She nods thoughtfully, her attention returning to Rasputin. "Four, 'cause there ain't a hope the first lot'd survive. You'd be welcome to use the truck, ain't had a decent run for a time now. You'd gotta pay if you bust her up, 'n' stick what fuel you use in there..." She rests her elbows on the counter, putting her chin in her hands.

Vyvian looks back to Cali as she speaks, still with a light air of amusement to be seen, unhidden. Rasputin's words draw her attention to him and as a slight break in their talk comes, she casually asks, "Goldy not working today?" Asked as if he should know who this person is. After asking this, she shifts her cloak over her right shoulder, displaying more of her handmade garb as she plucks a softly rattling pouch from her belt.

Rasputin smiles as he packs up four nice sized chops, and then writes on the package the instructions for cooking. Then he chuckles, and writes out another set. This time in English, not Russian, "I'm thinking you will have net problem, I even put some instructions on how to cook potatos." He hands them over, "Da, that will be 15 credits, for the chops and net for the receipt." He tugs his beard a few times. "As for the trucking, can you be driving? I'll pay, as you see I can drive like you be cooking." He smiles a bit, as he stands at the counter looking at Caliopa while standing on his normal ledge. Caliopa is opposite of him taking the food. Rasputin smiles and says over his shoulder towards Vyvian, "Net? Goldy? Da, da, you mean Valerie? No, she isn't here right now. Do you need having a message for her?"

With small glances at Vyvian, Caliopa's face is briefly troubled, until she opens her mouth, asking what is on her mind in the bluntest of terms. "What are you?" She straightens, shoving her hands deep into her pockets, the movement hunching her shoulders slightly. She hands over her credits for the package, giving Rasputin the warm, sunny smile as she takes it and hugs it to herself. "I can drive, that ain't a bother at all. You ain't drivin' my truck if you drive like I cook. You'd all die..." Her words tail off as Rasputin replies to Vyvian. "Oh ain't she the funny girl, came in my garage, pokin' 'n' proddin' stuff..."

Vyvian shakes her head slightly in reply to Ras' question, leaning a hip against the side of the counter as she says, "Just curious." She seems about to say more when Cali pops the question.. sort of. Her head turns and she looks at the smaller female, open amusement present in the lines of her expression. "Everything you see and lots you don't, honey," she starts off with. "Though I suppose your folk call us 'lizard men'. Obviously I'm no male." The straightening of her stance coming along right behind that last addition. "Funny.. I suppose. And about as skittish as you at first. But that seems common enough."

Vargus pauses just outside to stamp some snow off of his boots before he opens the door and quickly slips inside, shuddering himself a little at the transfer from cold and crisp to warm and.. meaty. He pauses inside the shop to give a look around, eyebrows quirking up at the decent-sized crowd inside the butcher shop. He looks up and down the counter, and walks over to take a number and get in line behind those already in the shop.

Rasputin grins a bit, "So I will come by your shop in a bit, about hiring you and your trucking, da?" He chuckles and says in Dragonese, "I have not seen your kind in the city, why have you come during such a cold season?" he chuckles softly, "Da? I cold for you, da?" He smiles a bit and looks about as Vargus comes into the shop, "Privet Mr Blake, I shall be with you in a minute."

"Da." Caliopa repeats softly, "Lizard girls then." She gives Vyvian a quick smile, half shy, half curious. "I best get back, machines won't fix themselves." She shrugs, giving the package a hug against herself. "Alright, Vargus? Got some pieces for that bird of yours, if you're needful..." She gives them all a quick smile before turning towards the door, turning up the collar of her coat against the brushes of snow.

Vyvian darts her head to the side slightly at the sound of stamping feet. Enough to glance back with an eye. But only for a moment after noting who it seems to be. Because then Ras speaks in Dragonese and that captures the female's attention, a light note of surprise in her eyes. "I get around a lot," she replies, falling with ease into a fluent, fluid bit of Dragonese. When Cali announces her departure, Vyvian looks to her with another of her toothy grins. "Watch your step, morsel. You don't got the advantages of his like." Her head tilted towards Rasputin along with that vague term.

Vargus gives Rasputin a smirk and a wave of greeting, "Blake is my first name, so.. just Blake. Or just Vargus, or Mister Vargus if you prefer that much formality." He blinks and looks around, spying Caliopa on the other end of the second greeting. "Oh, heya... sure. He seems to always be hungry. Maybe he just keeps getting the crap beat out of him by still trying to get into the junkyard, and he needs the raw materials to help with healing." He shrugs a bit and some snow falls from his hair. He takes a moment to look around, spying Vyvian in front of the counter before looking back to Caliopa. "But, we both appreciate it."

Rasputin smiles a bit and nods to all, "Take careing, da! Do svidanija, miss." His words trail after Caliopa, then turns and looks towards Vyvian and in Dragonese with a thick Russian accent, "Whating might I be getting you?" He smiles a bit, "I don't have any life food at the moment, but if you prefer I can arrange it." He smiles washing his hands again and then returning tugging on his beard slightly.

Vyvian laughs, a soft, hoarse sound that lasts for just a few moments before she replies, rolling with his desire to address her in Dragonese, responding in kind. "I hunt live prey where there is challenge in it. I come to again add to my emergency stores. Prey is more scarce with the snows." Still amused, she shifts back to American, stating, "Goldy sold me bacon. It wasn't too bad, so I thought I'd see to getting some more. Ten pounds should last, mixed with some hunting." As she says as much, she starts to unlace the pouch she plucked forth, pouring a variety of small, raw gemstones into her palm. Tags: caliopa, rasputin, vargus, vyvian