Who: Michelle Webster and Roronoa Zoro What: Random Encounter (Match-Up) When: Thursday Night Where: Red on Main Warnings: None So Far Status: Incomplete
Michelle wandered out of her office, through the kitchen, and into the dining room. She looked it over with practiced eyes. No unhappy customers, which was how she liked it. The staff were working steadily, with enough to do to keep them busy, but not overloaded. Things were running smoothly, and had been for a couple of weeks now. She knew better than to get used to it; inevitably something would go awry and require her attention.
She spotted a stranger at the entrance. She didn't know him. He was nice enough looking, but what really caught her eye were the swords he wore. Swords, plural. Three of them. A pair of swords wouldn't have been surprising. Samurai routinely carried two blade: the katana and the shorter wakazashi. Renaissance swordsmen had often carried two blades, as well: often a dagger or main gauche in addition to a rapier. Michelle herself used a buckler--admittedly not a blade, though she could use a dagger in a pinch--with her short sword. There were other variations. But none of them involved three blades.
She crossed the room to the podium where the greeter stood. "I'll help this young man," she told Sandy. The young woman nodded looked past the stranger to a trio who entered behind.
"Hi," Michelle said to the man. "I'm Michelle, and this is my place. Welcome. Table for one?"
As she picked up a menu, she glanced at the swords. "Three swords is rather unusual. Do you use them all at once?" She wasn't sure how, unless he had some magical talent for manipulating one. Maybe one was a spare? Did he juggle them?