VIDEO LOG #IT18
DATE: 4/7/████
INVOLVED PERSONNEL: Agent Reed, Agent Skaggs
[BEGIN LOG]
7:30PMEST : Both agents arrive at the restaurant, noting its rapid increase in popularity in the local area. After some time in the waiting area, they're greeted by a disembodied voice.
SCP #5455-1: Welcome to Giovanni's! I'm a bit busy right now, but I can seat you wherever you'd like. We may not be the fanciest place around, but the food here more than makes up for it. Booth or a table for you two gents?
Agent Reed: We'll take a booth.
SCP #5455-1: Wonderful! Follow me.
7:35PMEST : At this time, a vent below the reception desk opens and a stalk-like appendage ending into what appears to a human hand, as the unknown entity maneuvers towards the dining room, which appears to be empty.
Agent Skaggs: I'm not even shocked at this point, but this is still pretty fucking odd.
Agent Reed: It could always be worse. Lets take our seats, at least.
SCP #5455-1: Don't be worried by the empty seats, gentlemen. It's a slow night tonight, and with traffic being backed up, not many people make it out this way.
Agent Skaggs: Trust me, we're not.
They follow the entity, being seated in a booth looking out the bay window. Both men order a plate of spaghetti and meatballs and a cola.
Agent Skaggs: It's nice to get some time away from the madness, isn't it?
Agent Reed: Yeah, yeah, but it seems like we can never escape it, can we? Just look at this place. We have a tentacle-armed waiter about to serve us food. Can't wait to see what comes next.
Agent Skaggs: Someone's angry today. Relax, man. Just think, at least you're not anywhere neat 2480. I'd much rather be around some spaghetti monsters than that manor.
Agent Reed: Fair enough.
7:40PMEST : Arguing is heard from the kitchen as well as the crash of metallic objects, presumably pots and pans. An unknown voice is heard arguing with the same SCP #5455-1 instance who seated Agent Reed and Agent Skaggs.
SCP #5455-2: Hurry up o'ver there! It's a dead night and we got two nice fellows waiting on their meals! What am I paying you for, to snake around the vents and walls all day!?!? Jesus christ, you're gonna be the death of me.
SCP #5455-2 exits the kitchen, appearing to be a middle-aged man of Italian-American descent. It walk towards the agents' table, carrying a basket of breadsticks.
SCP #5455-2: Sorry for the wait, gentlemen. It usually never takes this long. Here's some breadstacks on the house to thank you for your patience. I hope you enjoy the service at my restaurant.
SCP #5455-2 is now identified as Giovanni.
Agent Skaggs: Thank you for the breadsticks, sir. Your restaurant seems fine and dandy, besides the odd waiter and kitchen staff.
Giovanni: It's no issue if you want to have the best authentic Italian food around, you must be willing to look for people who have an eye. It just happens they have several.
Giovanni then nudges Agent Reed, who looks unamused.
Giovanni: Haha, I"m only messing with ya. I understand your concerns, but my employees wouldn't hurt a fly if it meant their life. They're good people.
More arguing is heard from the kitchen, as the phrase, "Vaffanculo a tua madre!" is heard loudly, along with more metallic crashing.
Agent Reed: I'm just ready for the food. I'm starving.
Giovanni: I'll have brought to you right away, gentlemen.
Giovanni then proceeds to walk back to the kitchen as he is heard reprimanding his kitchen staff over their behavior.
7:50PMEST: A SCP #5455-1 instance stretches its arms from the kitchen to the table, bring both men their meals, before the waiter's voice is heard once more.
SCP #5455-1: If you need anything else, let me know. Enjoy your meals.
Agent Reed: Thank you.
SCP #5455-1 leaves for the kitchen.
Agent Skaggs: I got to be honest. This looks like heaven on a place. Talk about presenting a meal, damn.
Agent Reed: I'll give you my opinion once we're both done, until then, I see just another plate of spaghetti.
10 minutes pass, with both agents consuming their meals in full.
Agent Reed: Wow. That was incredible. I think I found my new favorite restaurant.
Agent Skaggs: Oh really now? Even better than Toros' Bar and Grille?
Agent Reed: Even better.
Agent Skaggs: Reminds me of back home, when I was a kid, my mother would take all day on the weekends making this meat sauce of hers, and the smells, the flavors would just fill the house. Then finally when it was splashed over your pasta and meatballs, oh man, it was something special. It's almost exactly like it.
Giovanni then returns to their table, carrying their bill for them.
Giovanni: No need to pull your wallets out. It's on the house. I noticed you all looked pretty worse for wear coming inside here and decided you needed a nice night in and a good meal to pick up your spirits. If you need anything, just come in and ask for me.
Agent Skaggs: Thank you so much, sir. I'm really glad and grateful you've opened up shop here.
Giovanni: Haha it's no problem. Just tell more people about our little place here and you've done more than enough on your part.
Agent Reed: I think it's about to head out. Although I'd love to stay for more, duty calls.
Giovanni:That's understandable. Have a nice night you two, stay safe.
Giovanni shakes both men's hands and goes back to the kitchen while Agent Reed and Agent Skaggs leave.
[END LOG]