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[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.]

[The video opens to Cinna, dressed with his usual simple elegance, sitting behind his desk with a smile. He's a little tired, but it's understandable when you hear his announcement.]

Welcome friends new and old. I'd like to extend an invitation to tonight's re-opening of passionné, the City's premier hub of fashion and style. There will be music, refreshments and plenty to see and enjoy and no one will be turned away - so if you're here to stay or just for the weekend, you're welcome to come say hello.

I look forward to seeing you.

[OOC: This is dated to last night and sorry for the lateness! 4th wallers are welcome of all forms, including doubles, although doubles should probably steer clear of the party log as not all muns may be comfortable with it. For all interested in coming to the party, the log is HERE and open. Thanks!]

[Welcome to the falling and spinning image of Cinna's office and workroom. Finally spinning to a stop on the ground, you're in time to see a dress form fall to the ground. The dress on it is half-done, a few ribbons and scraps of fabric hanging off, which might explain (or not) why the dress is suddenly pounced on by Cinna, who is already covered by a number of ribbons and bits of string. With a hand he starts batting and pulling at the flapping bits of fabric, laughing as they move and unravel. Those who know him will notice that he's rarely seemed so... gleeful. It seems acting like a cat suits him a bit.

In the background, there's another crash and Cinna's head pops up, turning to see a large spool of iridescent thread rolling by, followed by an equally happy and giggling Katniss. She, too, seems to be enjoying herself quite a bit. He watches her for a moment, maybe two, twitching a little before he gets up with a burst of energy to chase after them both.]

Katniss! Share! I want that one, it's shiny! Stop! I want to play with that one!

[They both disappear off-screen and there's another crash, followed by a playful hiss. The sound of two people laughing and wrestling follows, and then the spool rolls back the other way across the camera's view. Another beat and now both Katniss and Cinna scramble over the ground after it, crashing into the dress form and knocking into the camera again, turning it off.]

[ooc: Never leave cats in fabric stores or shops, kids, bad things happen.]

To all of those invited to the private tours of passionné today, I have to apologize in advance. You are still more than welcome to come by, but I warn you that everything of value has been covered to protect it from my more recent... acquisitions. And speaking of, does anyone know what this one is?

[The camera clicks on for a moment to show a Resplendant Quetzal perched on his arm.]

I recognize the others, but this one is a mystery to me.

[In the background, you can also see three peacocks. All of them are tethered to Cinna's wrist by fine silver chains.

Suddenly the device is dropped and when it stops bouncing and spinning, you can look up to see Cinna batting at his head.]

That is my ear you buzzing little menace, not a flower!

[Stopping, he sinks back into his office chair and as he reaches for the device on the floor, you can see a tiny pair of hummingbirds, their needle-like beaks poking at Cinna's head, probably wondering where all of their delicious nectar had gotten to. They too are tethered, the chains so thin as to almost be invisible, but they glint in the afternoon light coming in the office.

Rubbing the side of his face, he sighs before he speaks.]

As I said, you can still come, just... advising you of the situation.

[He turns the camera off.]

Alright, citizens. I know this is absolutely going to break your heart, but my shop will be closing for awhile while I inventory and prepare to move my shop to its new location.

But fret not, when the shop re-opens in a month or thereabouts, we'll be having a celebration of all the wondrous fashion to be found in the City. I invite anyone who has a particular sense of fashion, traditional garb from your home, fantastical designs of your own creation, to come onstage and how your pride and your talent. For those who have the creativity, but not the skill or the supplies, I have a new workshop that has, and will be, hiring local workers who can help bring your designs to life.

When I have a final completion date from my contractors, I'll be able give a more exact date, but I am aiming for middle to late next month.

And speaking of my new business venture, I'm happy to say that I'll finally be able to be a full-service stylist as I was back home, combining my talents in clothing, accessories, hair and make-up into what I hope will become a premier destination for my fellow citizens.

But, as wonderful as I can be, I'm unable to do this alone, so I am looking for some talented employees, in sales, garment construction, hair styling, as well as business management - because while I can sculpt the summer wind into a lady's tresses with glee, balancing ledgers and setting schedules bores me to tears.

Also, anyone with experience in the, what was it called... barista! That's it, the barista business - you would be greatly appreciated as the salon I've acquired came with a fully-stocked coffee shop. A nice bonus, because who wouldn't like a lovely cup of tea or a nice latte while trying on shoes or having your hair done?

And now I've said quite enough, so I'll leave you be.

Thank you and have a lovely evening.

[Private to Ariadne and Angela]

Ladies, I want to thank you both again for your assistance with this venture. I do hope I don't become more of a hindrance than a help as you work with me on this.

Despite the rather troubling events happening, business, apparently, marches on. In this case, mine. I've discovered that I'm it a bit of a bind; my success, while to be expected, has had three, well mostly two, rather unfortunate results.

Firstly, I have more than enough commissions to keep me busy for the next several months, and yet I'd like to take on more, expand my repertoire, and that necessitates hiring more help to assist in production which I don't currently have enough currency to hire.

Secondly, I need more space, even if I don't expand, my current workshop is getting too small for my purposes. Again, my lack of currency is an obstacle.

So despite my inclination to remain sole owner, I'm looking for investors who, for a respectable investment, will be given a percentage of ownership in my works.

If you happen to have any interest, please let me know, I have some ideas for my eventual expansion that I would be more than happy to share with you.

[There's the sound of slight chaos as Cinna's voice, slightly strained, comes over the Network.]

No, madam, I assure you it isn't ninety, eighty, seventy, sixty, fifty, forty, thirty, twenty, ten or even five percent off. And it most certainly isn't two for one.

Don't you know what day this is?

I believe it's Saturday, madam.

You're a right perfect Grinch aren't you?

Madam, I-

A horrible, terrible, awful, anti-Christmas, Grinch!

Madam, please, calm-

[SMACK!] GRINCH!

[There's the sound of someone stomping off and a pause before Cinna speaks again. You can almost hear him rubbing his wounded cheek.]

What kind of curse is this?

[ooc: Cinna, completely uncursed has been overrun today with people asking about sales, deals and giveaways and he is CONFUSED. Also, I couldn't resist - what hiatus?]

[The video opens, scanning over a worktable filled with sketches for costumes the likes of which you've never seen before. There's scraps of chemical formulas, papers with measurements, and partially pieced together garments. As Cinna speaks, he'll be showing off his work both completed garments and sketches.]

City, you need help. I've seen your costumes, and your so-called fancier fare and frankly you wouldn't last a week in the more fashionable districts of the Capitol. Luckily, you've been blessed with the arrival of a man that solve all of your problems. The best designer this City or the Capitol has ever seen, and quite the dashing figure on his own - if I do say so myself - the one, the only, the incomparable....

Me. [He beams, mugging for the camera like its a Games interview and taking a pose, perched on the edge of a table.]

And with the looming holiday, now is the best time to make use of my considerable talent and expertise. What's your pleasure, City? [He pulls a few sketches and starts showing them to the camera.] Elaborate and fantastical? A look back to the past? Perhaps even for the children?

Do you hail from a unique culture?

I can and have done it all, my friends, and there's no one in the City that can do it better. [He pulls a piece of fabric and wraps it around his fingers.] I'll make you shine like a star - [He lights a match and the fabric burns... without any damage to the hand it's in!]] - and set you to burn brighter than any flame.

However, as brilliant as I am, my time is finite. [He shakes his fingers and the fabric, unscathed, goes out as he drops it to the floor.] Genius like this has to sleep sometime, you know. So get your orders in early, you really shouldn't miss out on an opportunity like this.

[He leans forward and the public feed goes dark.]

[Private feed to Rosella]

Rosella, I apologize for the delay, but you can't rush genius. [The camera shakes as it turns to reveal three dresses.(ooc: the train on the second dress only brushes the ground and the belt has several bags attached to it.)]

I think the first two will serve you well wandering around. I've made some additional belts and a couple of bags you can look at for your tools and whatever you'd like to carry. [He pulls the goggles off the first dress.] These are rather useful, the material is completely is scratch-resistant and almost completely shatter-proof. The tint adjust to the ambient light as well.

[He places them back on the mannequin, moving to the second, pointing out the features.] The second dress has a number of loops and hooks on the belt for the easy addition and removing of pouches, even weapons if you're so inclined. The gloves are made of a custom fabric that is extremely insulating, but breathes like summer linen. The boots can be remade flat, but I thought the heels might be a nice touch.

As for this last piece, when I met you I couldn't resist making you something a little more... elegant. This soft leather bodice is removable - [He deftly unfastens the covering and sets it aside, revealing a simplek off-the-shoulder silk bodice that flows seamlessly into the gold beaded skirt.] - and not necessary to complete the outfit, but I daresay it's lovely nonetheless.

You're welcome to come get it at your leisure.

[End feed]

[There's a very dry and quite possibly bored sounding voice on the line.]

Attention Westerberg High Home Economics students.

Let's aim high, shall we? Or at least higher than your normal, run-of-the-mill examples of mediocrity. Your sewing samples are due at the end of the week, remember - you fingers are not fabric, kindly keep them out of the way of the needles. The school nurse and I appreciate it.

Performers in this semester's theatrical production, you have three days to come by my office for measurements. My free period is after last lunch. That's three days, not "When I feel like it."

Additionally, Tarrant has decided to start a Sewing Club, something I think we all could benefit from judging from the fashions I witnessed these first few days. Perhaps this is the year one of you will show some initiative and actually design original prom wear instead of settling for some off-the-rack taffeta disaster.

...or perhaps not.

So, correct me if I'm misunderstanding, but these alterations - they weren't voluntary? You all just woke up with them? Because I've seen fads catch like wildfires before, but this seems a bit much.

[There's a pause that seems as if he's somewhere watching someone pass him by.] You need some color variation in the glint and glimmer, perhaps some subtle shading? People aren't meant to be alabaster-diamond statues, they do have facial features that need highlighting lest they start to look like sparkly lumps. Perhaps the Deities would like some advice for future alterations?

Which brings me to the point of this message...

For those I haven't had the pleasure of meeting, my name is Cinna. I'm a designer and stylist of some repute back home and am looking to build a portfolio here. Seeing as this appears to be the major venue of communication for this place I thought I'd ask if there are any shops available I can work out of. I'd like to come to some kind of arrangement as I haven't the supplies or equipment here to go into business for myself quite yet.

And on a more personal note, Peeta and Katniss, I've found a lovely apartment here in the City proper, with a pleasant view and easy access to a number of locations. It's also quite quiet as there seem to be a number of vacancies nearby... on the off chance you should be interested. Not that your current residence doesn't have its... charm, but the sand does get everywhere, doesn't it?