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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[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.

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

They are, I think everyone's taking advantage of the momentary pause between curses. Are you?

[He sips at his tea, happy to engage in casual conversation to distract her. Or sit in silence if that's what she prefers.]

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

Honestly? I haven't noticed.

[She glances down at her drink with a bit of a frown, biscuit pieces still held between her thumbs and forefingers.]

I suppose I'm lucky enough to avoid being affected half the time. [Or she's just distracted.] How long've we been, er, curseless?

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

Not counting the recent weather change, nearly two weeks by my guess?

[The weather change was hardly worth noting it happened so often. And really, it was hard to view that as a curse although his winter coat sales had tanked temporarily.]

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

[She pauses, a faint smile crossing her features for a moment. Summer in the winter always happens, doesn't it? The memory that Cinna's words sparks is bittersweet now; even so, she finally takes a bite of that bit of biscuit in her hand.]

And well into January, then? Odd choice for the deities. [She pauses again, considering. Then, completely straight-faced and matter-of-fact,] Probably still recovering from some office holiday party.

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

If that's the case, I wish them severe hangovers and even longer recoveries.

[In the meantime, he would enjoy the calm.]

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

Careful, Cinna. They might curse us with hangovers now.

[She takes a delicate sip of her drink and continues,]

And I rather enjoy avoiding those, thanks very much.