10933/Pizza Time!

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Pizza Time!
Date of Scene: 27 April 2022
Location: Giorgio's Pizzeria - St. Martin's Island
Synopsis: Pizza with Hercules. Fun!
Cast of Characters: Heather Danielson, Hercules




Heather Danielson has posed:
    PIZZA! For someone for whom caloric intake is almost as important as it is for a true speedster, a Pizzaria so close to home is a godsend. Of course, Heather has become a regular at the place, and when she walks in, they begin preparing her double pepperoni, triple cheese stuffed crust monstrosity.

    To which she smiles and gives a salute to the manager on duty. "Thanks Tom!" she calls out as she sees the order already beginning. At that point, she strides over and collects a beverage cup from the clerk before going to fill it with something sugary. The other models hate how much she can eat and stay skinny. Really they do.

Hercules has posed:
Hercules is wearing a shirt because he's been told he has to wear shirts to go into restaurants. He isn't fond of this particular rule, as Hercules believes his broad pectorals are a gift to be given to the public and he feels wrong in depriving the masses of his muscles.

Still, it's only a tank top, bright green in color, along with a pair of shorts and sandals. His massive arms are at his side, his dark brown hair pulled up into a 'manbun'. "Peppers and sausage for me, proprietor, with a massive amount of cheese and a pitcher of beer! I believe I have sufficient mortal coin!"

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Okay, it's that 'mortal coin' comment that got her attention. She was starting to slide into a booth, and halfway crouched down, her baby blues sweep up and towards the boisterous voice. Her mouth moves silently as she expresses a thought involving whiskey, tangos, and foxtrots.

    But she lets herself flop down into the seat fully as Tom, the manager... gawks at Herc before nodding, "Coming right up sir." he says.

    I mean sure, Heather's a local and a Titan, but it's hard to mistake Hercules for anyone or anything BUT Hercules.

Hercules has posed:
Hercules smiles to the blonde, noticing her staring at him. Of course she's staring at him. He's Hercules.

"Greetings, golden haired siren. Yes, you are correct. It is I, Hercules, Prince of Power, Son of Zeus. Even the gods crave a delicious slice of pizza pie upon occasion. Once they've heard of it, of course. THere are those who rarely leave Olympus who remain stuck on eating nothing but dates and grape leaves and lamb, but they are not as adventurous as I," he says.

He flares his nostrils and tilts his head back, "A heady smell in this place. It seems you yourself might already have a feast on its way, aye?"

Heather Danielson has posed:
    She didn't actually say anything, and didn't express a name, but then again she was staring and a man like that likely assumes things about young women. Heather takes a breath and shrugs her shoulders, "Nice t'meetcha." she says, "You know Wonder Woman? I think she and her Amazons had a story about the son of Zeus." she adds, "Not that I know her well. I only met her once or twice but still... her protege' is on the Titans." A pause..

    Then she smiles and adds, "Sorry. I'm Heather Danielson, aka Knockout of the Titans."

Hercules has posed:
Hercules offers a hand and a clap on the shoulder, measured enough not to overwhelm the mortal woman. Or so he hopes, "Aye, she and I are family by blood. She is either my sister or my cousin or my niece. I confess, our familial ties on Olympus can be rather labyrinthine. Literally, in fact, since we do have a labyrinth," he says.

"Diana is a magnificent creature, the pride of our family. It is my pleasure to meet you, Heather Danielson. I presume you mean an assemblage of Earthen heroes, not the giants who fathered my kind and ate my ancestors," he grins.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Oh, so Herc is approaching her booth and then shoulder-slapping her. Heather leans into it just in case. She doesn't budge since it was modulated and she is a lot stronger than she appears to be.

    "Yeah. Aren't your dad and his wife also brother and sister?" she asks, a smirk on her face as she gestures to the seat across from her, "Why don't you sit down and talk? Maybe at less than your maximum volume?"

Hercules has posed:
Hercules seems to feel no particular shame about that, "I think so. I confess, my stepmother and I have often not gotten along. She once sent a snake to kill me in my crib. Stupid wench," he laughs.

He moves and sits down across from the stranger, setting his elbows down, "I apologize, I have a rather boisterous nature, I am told. I do not mean to be...overwhelming."

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Shaking her head, Heather remarks, "You know, I thought some of those stories were just that, myths and stories, not historical fact. So that actually happened?" she asks.

    "And I've no problem with boisterous. I'm just amused. Though I must say, I make an effort to try to -avoid- public attention most days. It's easier to get around and just live when people aren't trying to sneak photographs of me."

Hercules has posed:
Hercules shrugs, "Some of them are. Some of them aren't. There are a thousand stories and a thousand more still. I do not know which ones humans remember, they all grow so tangled together. Even my own memory, three thousand years strong, cannot always pluck the veins of truth from the tales long told," he says.

"Why do you not wish to be photographed? I am sure many would wish to keep a record of your lovely visage for themselves? You do not seem so very shy to m e."

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "That begs a question. Do your experiences change because of what people believe? Or does the story change because of your experiences?" asks Heather as breadsticks are set on the table along with a bowl of alfredo sauce to dip them in.

    She reaches for a breadstick and takes a bite before she shrugs a shoulder, "That's what I do for a living. Have pictures taken. So when I am -off- work, I'd rather just do my thing without people chasing me for even more pictures. That's all."

Hercules has posed:
Hercules takes a breadstick and eats it vigorously, chomping halfway through and taking a moment to savor it, "Bready!" he declares.

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmm, I cannot be sure. I suppose if the stories did change me, I wouldn't know it, would I? I do not worry about such things. I am as I have always been, so far as I can tell, only more so, perhaps," he smiles. "I suppose that is understandable. It can be difficult, to have devoted followers. Sometimes I am pleased that most of my cult has died off."

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "So, if people pray to you, do you get more power or do they get anything out of it?" asks Heather. She smiles a bit, thinking this through. Yeah, she thinks now and then. Then she dips her breadstick into the sauce before taking another bite. Then she gestures to the sauce and suggests, "Try it. It's amazing."

Hercules has posed:
Hercules shakes his head, "I do not believe so. It's nice. I enjoy being praised and I am certainly worthy of it. Sometimes I will visit them and give them fellowship, let them know I appreciate them. Sometimes we engage in bacchanalia together, a time of feasting and sport and love," he says.

He's on his third breadstick by now, dipping it into the sauce, "Lo, but I do love garlic!"