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artist formally known as tony redgrave ([personal profile] subhuman) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs2024-01-16 03:26 pm

[open] open for business

Who: Dante & generous patrons (aka YOU)
When: Throughout January
Where: Thorne
What: Dante's Pizza Cart is officially OPEN!
Warnings: Cringe

[ Since he first discovered these amazing powers, he's been trying to pump up his future customer base inside the Castle with free samples of the world's most perfect dish. That's taken a lot of hard work, mostly in the reminding himself he needs to get up and do it sort, but he believes that he's finally garnered enough of a reputation amongst the Summoned and castle staff to take it out to the masses...

To spread the Good Word of Pizza.

It's taken a small lone because, upon it's purchase, Dante hasn't done anything worthy of coin. That's not to say he's been entirely useless--far from it! He's taken part in the necessary ventures of the other Summoned and tried to make sure that no humans were being harmed. But that doesn't exactly pay, does it? Not when the Castle provides so much. But every shop needs a proper shop front, so Dante begins with a simple wooden cart



Unassuming though it may be, there is a wooden sign hanging from one side, writ in a surprisingly neat and practiced cursive, that reads:

Devil Made Pies (symbol of the Devil Arcana on the side)
The First & Only Pizzeria in Thorne


On the cart, several large pizza pies are laid out on a mix of wooden and ceramic plates, most with recognizably classic toppings...for anyone familiar with the art. Beside said cart stands Dante, and depending on the day and hour, he's either looking proud and passingly charming or like he's ready for a nap.

one. no work and all naps

In fact, you may find him sleeping on the job at random hours, propped up next to the cart and leaving his wares free for anyone to sample. A note that says "take one" stacked up next to the pies.

So help yourself! Or maybe wake up the supposed shop keep who may be completely out of his product.

two. hi billy mayes here

At other times, he's definitely on shift and calls out to passersby in a theatrical fashion-- ]


Are you looking for something to pick you up during these brisk winter days and long and dark winter nights? A balm for the body...

[ He places both hands above his heart. ]

And the soul?

[ With a twinkle of mirth in his eyes, he picks someone you out of the crowd, pointing directly. ]

You there! You look like a Paragon of the Palate. Step on up.

three. could use a few yelp reviews

[ Or maybe you already know this guy and are wondering what he's doing standing around in the cold with a cart full of carbs and cheese. ]

Being a man of business isn't easy.

[ He's definitely not dressed for the weather. ]
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[personal profile] ordinar 2024-02-11 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Wilhelm, for his part, at least tries to look like he actually wants to be here. Curving a glance across the crowd, he musters up a stiff smile. He can concede that Dante's bladework is impressive, cool enough to atone for all the lame dramatics. His applause for it is genuine — and it prompts a smattering of applause from the onlookers too.

When Dante thrusts a plate toward him, Wilhelm aims a flat look back. How what's done? Eating? With a sigh and an eyeroll, he helps himself to one of the sample pieces of pizza. He won't even attempt to match Dante's showmanship — he already feels ridiculous enough standing here with everyone watching him like he's a dog performing a trick. But he does nod in approval and makes sure he's loud enough when he says:]


Mm, that's good.

[And it is, honestly. Deserving of the title best pizza in Thorne. Well, it's the only pizza in Thorne.]
Edited (sees a type 2 hours later) 2024-02-11 05:29 (UTC)
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[personal profile] ordinar 2024-02-24 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[With so many customers crowding around the cart, Wilhelm's escape route is cut off. Here he's stuck, offering awkward smiles to anyone who acknowledges him. Finally, the rush ebbs and he sags into a relieved sigh. Just as he's about to walk away, Dante stops him with a smile.

Alright, alright, he can't say no to free pizza.]


Sure. Thanks. [Helping himself to a slice from the nearly picked-clean cart, he digs in. As he chews, he raises an eyebrow at Dante.] Why pizza, anyway?