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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[saturates-space.livejournal.com]

♠ video


[Just a hint of the racks of clothing gets Jericho's attention. A chance at filling up his wardrobe with more suits and ties? He can't resist.]

I require a tailor.

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

I require clients, what did you have in mind?

[saturates-space.livejournal.com]

Suits, well-tailored, and ties. Dress shirts. I do not want to look cheap. And I have monetary payment to offer you to ensure your attention to detail. An overcoat would be appreciated as well.

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[7thborn.livejournal.com]

[It's been a few days since Harry's departure—and about a week for everyone else. Ginny is through avoiding most people, though she cannot and will not be drawn to speak of anything beyond "I'm fine" if friends try to dig deeper. Be that as it may, she finds herself stopping as she passes Cinna's shop on a morning walk; and before she can change her mind, she walks in to find him.

She doesn't say hello, simply comes up to his side and comments in a soft voice,]

Hot chocolate's my favourite. [She'd received the package of gifts yesterday.] How'd you guess?

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

You're a young woman with excellent taste, that's how I guessed.

[He wraps an arm around her in a light squeeze, ready to pull back if it's too forward a move.]

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

[But it isn't. Maybe a few days ago, she would have shrugged out from under his arm. Maybe a few days ago, she wouldn't have even walked in here, let alone struck up a conversation. And there is still some tenseness to her shoulders but she doesn't draw away, simply offers an uncharacteristically subdued, if brief, smile.]

Thanks, Cinna. You didn't have to send anything.

[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?

[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]

How much for a general cut and dry?

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

Our rates are quite reasonable.

[signatures]

Are you busy enough to require an appointment, first?

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

Not today, feel free to come on down, we'll fit you in.

[signatures]

Great. Might be for two.

[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

I should... probably find a couple of things a little fancier than jeans and t-shirts, but I'm really not the really dressy type. Do you have stuff there that might work?

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

I'm certain I could find something that you. Finding something for everyone is my specialty, after all.

[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

I guess maybe I'll head over then.

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

I'll pull a few things aside, to get you started.

Action

[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

It didn't take long for Mercy to make her way down there. She was dressed, as usual, in jeans and a t-shirt. Her long black hair was braided out of the way.

"Hey, I'm Mercy. I just talked to you a little while ago?"

[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]

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.]

[iam-thebadwolf.livejournal.com]

[She grins and takes a deep breath then does as he suggests, going to get tea.]

Thanks. Do you need some?

[Honestly, everything electronic or mechanical in the flat has been taken apart and put back together in some way, shape or form. She buys new things knowing they're going to be taken apart. The Doctors need things to tinker with.]

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

No, I'm fine, Rose, get yourself settled and then I'd like you to do a quick shoe inventory, see if there are any gaps we need to fill, I'd like you to send an order to the production warehouse for Monday morning if at all possible.

[It was a sign of trust that he was letting her place orders now, but she'd been very trustworthy and a great help. Plus she understood the fashions that seemed to be popular with a great deal of the city's residents, having come from a similar world.]

[synanthrope]

[She comes in, dressed as usual precisely and elegantly.]

I saw your ad on the Network.

[aperfectthird.livejournal.com]

[Hello, suits.]

What are your rates?

[charring]

[Charlie enters the store some point after noon. She has a Gift Certificate from Rose in her hand and figured it was about time to use it. She also told Cinna at the affair at City Solutions that she'd show up soon and here she was. Feeling just flat out awkward and refusing to show it. Considering she never used her money for anything other than stuff for the house, she hoped she had enough to get something amazing. She'll take some time to look at everything before seeking assistance.]