27th Design [accidental video/audio]

[threadthefire]

[There's a clatter as the device falls to the ground, showing the morning light through the windows of passionné. As Cinna picks it up, you can see the various racks, ready for customers, and in the background, you can hear the gurgle and hiss of the morning crowd filtering into cafe satiné.

You can hear him chuckle as he realizes that the device clicked on.]

Well, since you can all see we're open this morning, I'll invite you down. I'll even make you a bargain, come by sometime today and with every purchase, I'll give you a discount at the salon.

[ooc: open action at the shop, the cafe or the salon, or feel free to chat via voice.]

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[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

Still there are some rinses and perhaps some styling I can suggest.

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

"Of course, Mercy, lovely to see you in person."

Cinna extended his hand in greeting, happy to see a new client.

"Please, come with me."

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

Of course I didn't have to, I wanted to. You needed it.

[He spins her around to look her up and down.]

Now, perhaps a little of what I understand is called, retail therapy?

[signatures]

Even counting body hair.

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

[She laughs, shrugging and shaking her head all at once.]

Oh, Merlin, no. No, that's alright—I suppose that doesn't make me like most girls, but I couldn't.

[signatures]

Logical, at least.

[boutant]

Sure. [ If nothing else, it'll get her out of the house. ] Though I'll warn you right now that I usually don't do much with it.

[boutant]

I'm not so sure.

... Though I guess I have let it grow longer, since I've been here.

[signatures]

And I've hardly grown fur in the meantime.

[boutant]

You could have. You never know around here.

[signatures]

I've already spent time as a wolf, actually.

[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

She shook his hand. "As you can see, I'm not exactly a fashion plate."

[boutant]

Exactly.

And you definitely had more than I did when I was a cheetah cub.

[signatures]

That purely has to do with size to hair follicle ratio.

[boutant]

I'm just saying.

[iam-thebadwolf.livejournal.com]

[Rose rushes into work a little later than she originally intended. She's dressed well (because Cinna expects it) but it does look a bit like she got ready in a hurry.]

Sorry m'late! Doctor soniced my alarm. It's set to some sort of Gallifreyian time. I think anyhow.

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

Of course you could. You don't have to take anything home, but you should let me pamper you a little. Haircut, try on a few dresses, the cafe has the best caramel hot chocolate you should try.

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

Something casual and easy to manage, I'll let my assistants know.

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

I can't give everyone discounts all the time, what would happen to my business?

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

I'll take you up on the cafe, at least, alright?

[Harry likes her hair long and so does she. Fine, it could do with some trimming and styling, it's grown into some sort of flaming mane of a thing, but she'd rather leave it for now. (Somewhere, her mother is throwing her hands up in exasperation.)]

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

"Nonsense, you're a earthy person, close to hearth and home. Come, I pulled some things aside, let's see if you like them."

Taking her arm, Cinna led her upstairs to one of the consultation suites, where he'd already sent up a number of pieces.

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[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

Very well.

[Calling to a nearby employee that he's taking a break, he leads Ginny over to the cafe, settling her on a comfortable sofa as he leaves to get the drinks. Tea for him, the chocolate for her. There's also some biscuits if she's interested.]

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

Don't worry, Rose, we're not too busy yet. Calm down and get yourself some tea before you drive yourself to a heart attack.

[He chuckles, not surprised in the least that the Doctor, either one, had played with her alarm, they seemed the tinkering type.]

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

[Truthfully, she doesn't feel like talking very much at all, but there's an easiness in in sitting with the stylist that she can't find anywhere, really. A part of her feels bad for taking up his time, but he had extended an invitation if she felt like taking it, and while this was a whim, it's not entirely unwelcome. Ginny takes a biscuit and snaps it in half, fiddling with the pieces rather than eating them; and when he comes back, she glances up at him.]

Looks like things are doing well.

[boutant]

Thanks.

[ And a pause. ]

... I designed it?