15485/Huzzah on Rye

Huzzah on Rye
Date of Scene:	28 July 2023
Location:	Katz's Deli
Synopsis:	Hercules and Gabby get big sammiches.
Cast of Characters:	Hercules, Gabby Kinney

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Hercules has posed:
Hercules still doesn't totally get the mortal world. He had lived among humans for a great deal of time, especially in his mortal days, but since he achieved godhood, he's only occasionally ventured amongst the world of men and a lot of that was before the modern age. Human cities now astound him, their technologies are amazing, and they just seem to have a lot of rules.

"I do not have a shirt, mortal!" he says to the guy behind the counter, wearing just a pair of sandals and breeches, his massive upper body out in the open. "Perhaps if I remunerate you sufficiently, you will cease your prattling," he says. He had recently converted some gold into the money that humans use and he casually peels off a few hundred dollars, "Now may I order some food?"

The guy counts the money and slowly nods, moving back around to the other side of the counter.

"I see this is a place of many meats. I would like all of them, please, on some of that dark bread. Use whatever sauce you see fit, I'm not picky."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
It wasn't often one came upon a Greecian God. Or was it Roman? Or... It hardly mattered, really. Gabby had been lured in by the smells of the deli as many likely were, and not having treated herself to something good and meaty for awhile, well, it was a great place to start. Yet she found herself instead staring at the back of a particularily chesty fellow that was familiar.

It only takes a few seconds for the memory neurons to click together, and then she blurts out, "Hercules?" in a bit of surprise, and even amusement.

Unlike him she at least was wearing clothes. Proper clothes. Shorts, because it's hot, and a t-shirt with graffitti-esque lines on it that end up making the vague image of a badger.

She owned a clothing shop now, she was gonna get some custom stuff now and then. Heck yeah.

"Make sure you get a deli pickle, too. Works great with the sandwiches here," she suggests helpfully.

Hercules has posed:
Hercules turns his bearded head at the young voice, giving a bright smile as he seses Gabby has entered the store behind him."Young Gabby! My, but it's good to see you. I hope you are well," he says. If permitted, he'll lift Gabby up into a firm embrace, very careful not to squeeze too hard before setting her down again.

"I see you, as well, crave the satisfaction of meat! Servant, this young woman's expenses are on me. Feed her to her heart's content."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney doesn't mind or hesitate in getting hugged. She always had been a hugger and this was no exception. Even if he could potentially squish her with one big squeeze. Laughing at the greeting she returns the hug with arms spread wide to reach as much of his back as she can. "Good to see you too. I'm not *that* young anymore, though," she points out with a broad grin... before having to admit, "Okay still way younger than you. Always will be."

It doesn't stop her from grinning anew, and she turns her attention to the deli counter guy to request, "Just a pastrami on rye with one of those kosher dills, thanks. Oh and a Coke." Got to have something to wash it down with! "What brings you back to the city? Just visiting?"

Hercules has posed:
Hercules dips his head, "Indeed, I can see that you have grown, in selfhood as much as form. You are a woman, yes, a child no more, and as brave as ever, I'm sure," he says. When he's given his own massive sandwich, he gestures towards a booth, "Servant, bring Gabby her food when it's finished. Your legs work fine."

He manages to squish into the booth carefully, his massive frame a bit oversized for ordinary furniture. He's just damn big. "I have decided, after so many recent catastrophes on Earth, it is time I put my foot forward in the world of men once more. I have decided to join the Avengers - I am told they are Earth's mightiest heroes and so it is only right that Hercules should be in their pantheon. I shall inform them of my joining shortly, but I am seeing the sights first. And how goes with you, warrior?"

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney mouths a quick 'sorry' to the counterman who probably was a mixture of uncertain and annoyed. With a guy as big as Hercules though and a huge tip to consider... Maybe it wasn't such an imposition after all.

Gabby waits until Hercules is seated to join him on the other side. He was the one that took time to get in and out of things after all. Being smaller and more flexible was her thing. She does cross her legs beneath her on the bench to give him some more leg room as well as it just being comfortable for her to sit this way.

"Oh, cool! My girlfriend is a Young Avenger -- I should introduce you sometime." She wasn't entirely sure if Tommy was, too, he always denied wanting to do the hero thing... but Bunny usually needed help. She leans back in the booth comfortably.

"I'm doing well. I help run a group that deals with the magical and supernatural side of things when they need to be dealt with. Whether through fighting, or simply helping to restore the balance so things don't get out of hand. They're a good bunch of people."

Hercules has posed:
Hercules takes a long sip from a jumbo sized soda, slurping on the straw noisily before he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, "By Jove! I'll merrily meet your mate - I'm sure she's a fine woman and fair. And truly, a leader at such a young age? You've something of Alexander the Great in you. Should you choose to conquer this land, you'll find me in your cadre!"

He begins to eat with an unaware relish, focusing entirely on the food he consumes. He doesn't truly need to eat, hasn't for thousands of years, but he's never been one to deny himself the carnal pleasures, feasting being chief among them.

"Ah, a fine sandwich indeed. I hope you find yours as fine and fettle. Sometimes I don't know where the line between magick and your human science lies. The wonders of the man Stark or even Lord Luthor himself, they astound even the gods. To be fair, most of us never had faith in the sons of men to attain such might on their own power. Well. Mostly."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"She is pretty cute," Gabby has to admit of her girlfriend with a nod of ready agreement. Just about this time the poor guy delivers her own sandwich, and she offers a cheery, "Thanks!" before taking a bite of pickle. Then of sandwich so all the flavors get mixed in well. It was a hefty sandwich even for someone of her size but it sure didn't stop her at all.

She's quick to swipe the back of her hand over her mouth. Not the most lady-like thing but she does reach for some napkins out of the dispenser on the table after.

"It's delicious," she agrees. "I don't think I've got any urge to rule over people, but I appreciate the offer." Here she pauses to smile at the mention of technology, and magic. "We're good at adapting, I think, and finding ways to do the things we want to do. Even if it's not easy. There's still magic around though most people don't believe anymore. I figured with how long lived I'm likely to be I might as well focus on helping in that area so it's not completely forgotten."

Hercules has posed:
Hercules gives an "Ah!" as if he understands something, "That explains much. You are a young immortal. The twines of fate's thread lie heavy on your shoulders. With your soul lain heavy with portence, other mortals will be drawn in, dragged by the weight of the imprint you shall lay upon the world. Like fish dragged in the wake of a great ship. No wonder you gain the loyalty of others to your cause. No wonder you already ride high in the firmament of this realm's protectors. Woe be to your enemies, young general."

"Bah! Why does no one serve ale in this parts? Not even a street vendor with a keg. It's uncivilized, I tell you."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
That actually makes Gabby pause to consider the possibilities of it. It wasn't something she HAD considered, that maybe there was some more emphasis on her existance tied to 'fate' or the likes than she'd ever considered. It was just she knew that her family was long lived thanks to their regeneration, and she was likely to be as well unless someting permanently killed her first.

Something to think about.

"That might be it," she has to agree quietly. "Never thought about that... but maybe it's true." If anyone knew a thing or two about fate and long lives, a god might, right?

Talk of ale earns an grin in turn. "Wrong country. I hear in Japan you can walk around drinking, same with some others. This one though they want to make sure kids don't get their hands on it. There's probably a bar or pub nearby."

Hercules has posed:
Hercules sighs, "I am not surprised. Their ancestors, the little I encountered of them, were among the prudish and provincial sort, devotees of self-loathing and prejudice. They scoured this land and left their mark e'en now upon those who live here, I'd say. But heroes rise in every place, in every time. Humans are imperfect things and we must do our best to shepherd them forward. In addition, this realm offers tremendous opportunities for glorious combat, for it has become a grand target amongst all the worlds now. Here is a land in which there might be found glory and glory be found in battle. HA!" he says, standing up.A

"But my blood rises at thought of combat of arms. Come, young Gabby. Let us find a villain to thrash."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney finishes off her sandwich with a quick few bites while talk of the ancestors of this country are laid out. That actually made a lot of sense when put that way. "Yeah. They're working to try and make people like me take some stupid 'cure' now, too. Trying to make it mandatory." Here she pauses, expression turning grim. "I may have to leave the city if that happens. I'm not going to be forced to do that."

If others wanted, sure. That was a choice. Force though? No.

For the moment she shakes the thought off as it seems Hercules is up for a fight. Sure, they could likely find one, but it wasn't a great idea either. "Maybe we should just hit the beach?" She suggests as a means to distract. "It *is* bikini season."

Hercules has posed:
Hercules seems on the edge of leaping through the window towards heroism when Gabby's suggestion manages to sink its way in, "Wait, you have beaches here in this world of concrete and steel? Worthy of bikinis? I have seen bikinis, in Greece, of course, and Italy. Monaco. Rio de Janeiro," he says with a happy sigh. "Take me to these American bikinis, that I might take their measure!"