May 31 22:50:45 107 PA - Breakfast at Yakov's Deli

From Chronicles

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.

Bridget shakes her head. "I think I'm good on the cofee, but thanks. It'll keep me going 'til I get home. The rest is up to a nice hot shower and a nap." She digs in a pocket to pull out chits for the meal, plus tip.

The deli is always busy, and this Wednesday morning is no different. People are eating good food with large portions. A few respectably dressed waitresses serve food at the tables and a few people sit at the lunch counter. There is a woman sitting there, speaking with a well dressed short man. The short man, has a longish beard and pony tail. Every now and then the short man will say something loudly in Russian, and then a waitress, assistant chief or someone will respond instantly.

Zeeva walks into the deli with a book under her arm and her backpack over her shoulder. Thebackpack is old, well to those in this time, but no to Zeeva. She walks up to the counter and takes a seat, though taking a menu from the condiment holder she starts to scan through what is offered and what she can have.

Bridget had just finished her meal and paying for it. Still wet and tired, she's energized some from the coffee. Speaking of that, she sucks down the last of it as she stands up. "Thanks again, for everything. One of these days, I'll make it by here for lunch. Maybe." She leaves the cup and waves to Rasputin before turning to head out.

Bridget has left. Rasputin waves to the young lady leaving the deli. He chuckles and then looks to the new arrival. "Greetinks, how are you doink?" The short man's thick Russian accent slurring his otherwise choppy as hell English, "Would you be linkink cafe to start? Or somethink else?"

Zeeva mmms as she turns her head to the man slowly and arches a brow. She thinks a moment and answers in an Hebrew latent accent. "I am well thank you." She states before answering the next question. "As to ah, linkink I do not know what that means exactly." She puts the menu down and looks to the man curiously. "I am sorry slightly new to this all and well still trying to ascertain most meanings and slang around here."

Rasputin chuckles soflty, "Net, net. Dis my accent, da?" He smiles a bit, "How, are, you doing?" He smiles a bit, "Would, you, be liking, some cafe to start?" He is extremely focused on what he is saying, "Or perhaps, somethink else to be drinking?"

Zeeva smiles for a moment and shakes her head. "I would not say it is your accent. Ah cafe, meaning coffee? Yes, I would like some very much indeed." She says and ponders for a moment. "Trying to find out here what is kosher or not. I have seen that food here has changed since I last tried it. Seems most of what I remember is gone." She says and shrugs gently. "Ah, do they have eggs and toast here?"

Rasputin stares at you with intense eyes as his mind seems to race over your words. Of course, his head does not move, but his lower body produces a mug from under the counter and a pot of a very black brew. The aroma waifs out of the pot and subsequent mug, it is rich and warm smelling. He slides a small serving tray which has cream and sugar on it. "Kosher, da?" He smiles, "I am havink, all mink food Kosher," He grins, "Dells, dhat which can be of course. But, I do keep kosher on dhat food which is required by the old ways," He chuckles, "Dis benk a long time since someone I net knowink askin for it dhough." He smiles, "What would you be liking?"

Zeeva ponders that while she sees the coffee poured. She nods and looks to the menu again. "Well may I please have eggs, with a bagel or toast. Maybe some lox with that if they are still around. Mmm, you have the coffee thank you. Ah I think that will do it. Oh plain cream cheese as well? Though that is if you have it of course." She asks while sliding the menu back into it's holder on the counter. "I take it you do not get many people like me around here."

Rasputin softly and smiles, "Da, da." He shouts something in Russian and one of the chiefs on the line begins to snap too. He pulls out a few containers which have been set aside from everything else. As your food is being made, the short well groomed man turns and looks to you, "Da, we will set you up good, da?" He chuckles, "So I was," then Rasputin pauses looks at his hands, "One moment." He walks over to the sink, washes his hands, then comes back, "Now, You are speakink as if you are net from Kingsdale? Da?"

Zeeva listens to everything and slides her backpack down to her feet, the book titled to the effect it's modern history is to her side. She takes the cup of coffee and takes a sip. She smiles watching the ballet of chefs starting to cook. When asked the question she nods her head slowly. "Yes, I'm originally from Tel Aviv, Israel. I have recently heard that it is no longer in existence. I am trying to understand to now understand what has happened since ... well since I have woken up in this city."

Rasputin nods slowly as he thinks about these statements. He is about to tug on his beard, but he stops as his hands are now clean. After a few moments, "Israel, da." He shakes his head, "I have only been told about such place in stories when I was much younger, da." He shrugs, "How did you arrive in da city?" Just then the assistant chief shows up with a plate with eggs, lovely looking large bagel with a side of lox. He looks at it all, gives it an approving nod as they are left with you.

Zeeva nods her head gently at the memory almost missing the food being presented. She nods and thanks the assistant chief. She starts to eat the eggs first before answering after she swallows. "Israel was a very beautiful country and place to be. If my pictures and phone had survived I would have shown you." She says before sipping her coffee. "I really don't know exactly. The doctor who treated me, a Maya, said that when that blue ribbon of energy swallowed me it ah .. how you say "chucked"? me here. I was told that I was found just outside of the city not looking very good and in a coma."

Rasputin nods slowly and shakes his head, "Da, rifts. Temporal space tear, da?" He shakes his head, "Dhis is no longer stable, entire world has wholes in space and time," He shrugs a bit, "I'm net expert, but sounds like Rift." He shake his head, "Sad tale, difficult gettink home. Please, try food, da?" Rasputin adds, "Tellink me, is it up to pre-rifts standards?"

Zeeva has been trying the eggs as you speak she then turns to munch on the bagel and lox. She chuckles to the question and takes her coffee to swallow it all. She nods her head. "Yes, it is very good thank you." She says and thinks for a moment. "Rifts, yes I believe that is what it is called. And yes, your history is rather sad. It seems that no one wishes to remember when we all had peace, well most of us anyways. I suppose being how old I am, I can remember and well feel kind of out of time and observe what is going on around me rather objectively. Like I was some kind of whale out of water. (fish out of water)"

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, da. Many wantink to know about history, but net books or references guides exist. Dell dery few anyway. Hard to find." He shrugs his shoulders, "You could write book, make lots of creds." He chuckles, "If peoples believe it, of course. I have a whole village that make there way here from Mother Russia, and few believe us." He chuckles, "But here we are, da." He grins a broad grin, "Trink the lox, good. Fresh. Not exactly Salmon, but dery close. Good still." He smiles broadly, "More cafe?"

Zeeva listens while she eats, the eggs are gone as well as some of the bagel and lox. She nods to the question of more coffee, who would say not right?! She does ponder the idea. "I could though I would have to understand exactly what people have said before me. Not like I have any proof of who I am right now. I am still trying to locate that. Everyone I knew is gone so no key witness statements." She looks the man over slowly. "Are you as well out of time too?"

Rasputin shakes his head, "Net, net. My village was overfun by bad men, with bad weapons. We fled, took long time but came here and stayed." He shrugs, "Made Little Russia in Dregs. A place to call home. Net good, net bad. Better dhan CS, or Gargoyals, or Splugorth. We live, in peace, mostly."

Zeeva ohs letting her head tilt to the left side a bit as she listens. "Oh, ah I see. I am still getting used to the concept of other beings existing in time with us. Most of these things would have been considered science fiction or gothic horror." She nods listening a bit and smiles. "It is nice to know that you have reconstructed it here. I remember Russia, it was a very lovely country. The art and the buildings were amazing."

Rasputin nods slowly, "Lived in small valley we did da. Dhen, dell, it went bad." He shrugs a bit, "Soink, are you havink a good place to be livink? Someone to guide you around? Keepink you safe,", he looks around, "Well as safe as possible."

Zeeva tilts her head a bit. "If I remember right Moscow wan not small at all. Neither was Kiev, or Tbilisi were small. Rather large cities from what I remember." She smiles a bit. "I have been staying at the doctor who was there when I woke up. She has been very nice to me. Though on guide, she did give me a map to show me where most places are. Hum, I have been doing okay at staying safe. No one has brought any aggression onto me."

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, good, good. Stayink out of da Dregs, and stayink inside of da city, da?"

Zeeva ohs and nods her head gently, slowly finishing up the lox. "Ah alright, what is out there?" She asks while sipping a bit more of her coffee. "I suppose my former job really does not hold the same amount of respect it once did. What would they do with a person like me? Just bully around until I left?"

Rasputin looks at you and lifts an eye-brow, "Out in which one? Da Dregs or outside of da city?"

Zeeva thinks and smiles. "Both. Do forgive my questions, I have yet to have many of them answered by what I have been researching in the library. Sadly the information is lacking on customs and understandings, though I am still not clear on the central form of government as well."

Rasputin chuckles, "Net sorries. Dis good, you are askink. Da. Net want someone such as you to be caught off guard, da." He smiles, "So, which first? Dregs or outside?"

Zeeva's own brow arches a moment and looks at herself. "Ah, am I that weak looking?" She asks softly. "I will have to change that. Ah lets start inside the city, the 'Dregs' you say? Yes what is that exactly?"

Rasputin chuckles and looks around, "Dell, da Dregs. It is a slum of sorts. Where peoples who come from outside, had net havink da creds to live in city proper can always go to Dregs. Gangs, beasties, and peoples. Of all types, da. Good and bad. But, net safe place. KDPD net go there, save in large force for large beastie. I would net be goink there, if you don't have guide, strong friend, deapon or.." Rasputin trails off, "Best, you just net be goink. Da?"

Zeeva ohs as she thinks a moment. "So a tentament for lower income people that believe they are repressed and feel the need to police themselves and fight off those they think are intruding?" She asks causiously as she evalutates the situation in her head. Taking the cup of coffee and sipping it. "MMm, I see. So they would then view me as a target to take out because they believe I would be snooping or looking for things that they would not like other people to know about, yes?"

Rasputin shrugs, "More or less, or for your shoes." He chuckles, "Dhough, durink da day it isn't so bad. Night dis very bad." He looks over to make sure that the chiefs are doing OK. He looks back to you, "Now, outside, much more difficult question. I am thinkink dat da world is much different than what you used to beink. What havink you heard dhus fars?"

Zeeva mmms as she then opens up the book and thumbs through it to her place. She then reads a passage of a no man's land that happens to be up for grabs unless you are in a city or town that happens to have law established and is following a form of government. She looks back up to the man and thinks. "There is not much information on that really."

Rasputin chuckles, "Da, da. Much of the waste land with little control. Save for those roaving bands and those goverments dhat have power to reach out, da." He thinks to himself, "Likink CS, Coalition States, or Splugorth, or others. da. Travel net impossible, buttink not easy.

Zeeva ohs as she nods listening before bending over to get her notepad out of her backpack. She clicks the pen that seems to be older than the cafe and starts to write in Hebrew. "I see. It is sad to see that the Unitied States' government did not recover from this. They did have a good one, slightly faulty in some regards but it was good nonetheless."

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, da. Net that I am knowink what dhat is, but da." He chuckles, "So much was lost, so much has been gained. Some good, some evils." He chuckles, "Beasties, demons, monsters, all sorts. Da. Tall, " he shrugs, "Short." He smiles, "If you are goink out of city, danger does go up. Great amount, so do net doink lightly, da?"

Zeeva smiles as she nods her head to the man gently. "Oh if I was to leave, I would make sure I was properly armed and suited for it. From the make up of what I have found that exists, I would need far more weapons than I would when I fought against terrorists." She says and sips her coffee. "How have many people come to accept these new beings into the world?"

Rasputin shrugs, "Some have net accepted. CS for example, are pro-human. Only human. Or their creations. Some in Europe are same." He thinks a moment, "Others are pro their race or speices, thus causink major strief. Yet others, just wanttink to chew through world and eat it."

Zeeva mmms gently almost like there was something in her throat of dislike there. "That is sad, and here we were doing so well at keeping the peace. How have you managed it? You seem to accept them all yes? I mean you are one of those that are for everyone? I ask because well so far I have not really spoken to too many people. If I may ask your thoughts that is."

Rasputin chuckles, "Dwell," He grins a bit, "I am one of dhem, I'm a Dwarf. Net human. Mink village, had humans, dwarves, and elves. We all lived in, realtive harmony. Until humans, who were more machine, came to slave us." He shrugs, "So we fled west. Lost, many lives. Ran into many creatures. I've always accepted, until somethink put a claw, dagger, gun, or fireball in my face." He chuckles, "Do you like fireballs?" And with that Rasputin, the dwarf, makes a small motion and a muttering phrase, which produces a very small fireball in his hand. "Magik. Or Psi, or tech." Rasputin grins, and with the wave of his hand the fireball vanishes.

Zeeva blinks in utter surprise and ohs gently. "I see, hum, forgive me we had people that were of your size before the change. I thought you were human." She says before just a faint blush happens to come and go. Though the fireball gets another blink and the coffee cup is held in her hands tightly as she mutters in Hebrew for a moment. "Ah, wow. I have heard of Elves and such from European stories, we did not have those at home." She states and sips the coffee for a moment. "I have no idea about magick, psi and I have not learned yet about the tech here."

Rasputin chuckles, "Prastite, I sometimes forget mink self with magik." He smiles, "I net scared you, da?" He smiles, "Da, there are dwarves and dwarves. I'm a Dwarf, net short human. I live bit longer, stronger, short." He chuckles, "I am also a magik user, wizard of sorts. Our tech, is sporatic, and all over, da." He thinks a moment, "Psi's are different all together."

Zeeva ohs as she nods and makes some notes for a moment. She mmms gently to this and ponders. "You did alarm me quite a bit with that, but since it is your natural defense I am at ease with it." She states and mms. "I have not seen a psi yet though I'm unsure as to what to look for. I did however see an alien once, he looked fishlike almost." She states before nodding her head. "I have heard of Wizards before but more of Hollywood flash as in Harry Potter. And people following a religion that called themselves witches and such." Rasputin grins, "I net know dis Hollywood or what you speak, but magik is not natural, per say. It took many years to learn what I can do." Rasputin makes an exadriated loook, "Many years." He shakes his head, "Psi, is more natural, net as much learned. Just, a gift. Kind of. Harder to see, da. Much less visible flash, more invisible. Stronger, but net as diverse." He shrugs, "So, dhose are da three thinks of dhis world. Magic, Psi, and tech." He shrugs, "For the most part anyway."

Zeeva nods and then tells the man about Hollywood and movies. She explains the concept of Harry Potter and about the ideas it brought forth. She seems to go into as much detail as she knows, which would be the cliff notes version to be exact. She nods her head gently for a moment. "Oh please do not thing I am saying what you know is nothing or is not applicable. It is very much so. It took me years to learn how to balance a knife properly before throwing it to make sure it hit it's mark."

Rasputin nods, "Da, da." He smiles, "Other dwarves are Psis, or tech users. My speicies is net one type or another." He smiles, "You are goodink with knife? I am fairly handy with one as well, da." He chuckles.

Zeeva nods her head gently. "I am skilled in hand to hand knowing kung fu, I can do knife as well as gun. I was trained by the army but I was mostly a Mossad officer. I am sure that does not hold much credit anymore since no one remembers my home country."

Rasputin nods slowly, "Dhese days it is what you can demonstrate with your skill dhat will make da difference. But anyone who has da basics can be trained for da changes, da. Less transistion needed for tech, than magic. And net require the gift, likink psi."

Zeeva nods her head gently while she looks around for a moment. "Well I can show what I can do just I do not have my knives anymore. They did not exactly make the trip here, neither did my electroic devices. Sadly enough. I understand the difference between magic and psi I believe. It is just coming across them now is a bit, well off."

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, da. But be aware of their existance, and you are doing better than before. Magic is flashy, easier to see. Psi, more subtle but you can feel da effects." He smiles, "I'm sure you can be findink knives to your likeink, once you earn some credits da. Or borrow from doctor or someone, until you havink creds to replace them." He smiles, "Dis net difficult, dhough, net easy either."

Zeeva nods her head a bit. "Oh I have just enough money to get around just for the basic things. I do have to find a job to earn money and try to get involved with what I did best." She says softly. "I think that the limbo of my reawakening is something that I am trying to shed off and become more protective within this new world."

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, da." You two have been talking for long enough that most of the breakfast crowd are now gone, Rasputin refills your coffee mug out of habit, "Dhere is always some work about, findink da type which pays equal to da danager is da trick." He grins, "But I am dhinkink you understand this theory well, da?"

Zeeva nods her head gently and sighs. "I do. I have been in many fights and investigations. My work in the Mossad was that of an intelligence officer. When I came here, it was under the banner of the FBI and NCIS, to which they are both gone now." She thanks for the refill on the coffee as she sips it.

Rasputin nods, "I would dery much like keep talkink, but mustink get ready for lunch crowds. Comink again, we talk more? Da? If you are havink questions, please any times." He smiles and nods to you, "Just leavink whatever on counter when you are done, and if you are wantink more cafe, just ask." He smiles and quasi abruptly heads off.

Zeeva nods her head slowly. “I will thank you very much.” She says and does leave enough to pay the bill. She takes a few more notes before putting it into her backpack and heading off back outside.

The current game time is: Wed May 31 22:50:45 107 PA. (RPed as if it was morning)