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I ask only two things.
Let them all survive.
Let her be happy.

[ooc: He has no idea this has posted.]

[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!]

[Shortly after midnight, Cinna's voice is something close to a plaintive wail as he finally gets the voice function to work instead of of the video. He is really not having the best weekend.]

I am a Stylist City, I command obscene sums from my clients and back home I am one of the most influential, if not the most influential Stylist in all of Panem!

You can not make all of my clothes disappear! I have a business to run!

[He takes a deep breath.] I realize it's late, but Katniss, Peeta, I'll be staying in the office all day behind closed doors.

No visitors.

[ooc: Since Cinna's entire business is clothing, everything at passione - all clothing, male and female that could fit Cinna has disappeared. Also, anything he tries to alter will disappear from his fingers. Black Bars, today, ladies and gentlemen and he is NOT happy about it.]

ATTENTION CITIZENS

Back home, around this time of year, the various Stylists of the Capitol would start previewing their fall and winter lines. While I don't think this City has any such formal method for those of us in the business, nevertheless I feel that I should keep to tradition.

So next month, passionné will be closing for a week and at the end of that week, we will be hosting a fall fashion exhibition and I'd like to invite the entire City to join us in celebration.

To that end, I am looking for caterers, musicians, and artisans of all kinds who would like to join in the celebration, exhibiting their talents and wares for the evening.

If you are interested, you can reply here or in person at passionné.

[ooc: The following are all voice messages, all replies will be voice.]

[Private to Ginny]

I'm going to need a little magical assistance for this, as well as just your personal attendance. Are you interested?

[Private to passionné employees]

This will entail quite a bit of work on all our parts, if any of you have friends or acquaintances that are needing employment, I'll be hiring extra help. And of course, anyone who performs well might be kept on past the event. Fall and winter are always busy seasons in fashion.

[Private to the Games crew]
[He's faking a serious voice.] I need models, you're all drafted. [He pauses for effect before letting out a light chuckle.]

But in all seriousness, if you really have something better to do, or would rather work behind the scenes, I can find others. I'd prefer my favorite models, but I won't insist.

[Private to Angela]

Is it too early to ask you to be my date for the evening? And perhaps model something special?

[Have a nice, interior shot of a very full passionné and a swivel to a very happy Cinna, standing on the stairs to the second floor.]

Well, I'll certainly say this is a nice way to cap off that week. Full house all around, my reputation must precede me.

If there's anyone here that would like to say hello, I'll be here at the shop, come on by.

[ooc: Anything goes, just don't tell him he's supposed to be played by Lenny Kravtiz.]

[Here's Cinna, standing outside, next to your typical covered wagon. He's in, gasp, common clothing and a big floppy hat which is currently held in his hand as he scratches his head.]

Why won't it move forward?

[He kicks the wheel and the entire wagon leans.]

...That wasn't supposed to happen was it?

[ooc: Cinna is a banker, which means rich, but skill-less. Oops. Good luck fixing that axle, right? Party members include Billy and possibly Rue. Anyone else care to join?]

No, no, no... The entrance needs to split the salon and the shop proper, the space needs to be open, inviting, calming. No narrow entrance hallways.

What about the buzzer?

There will be no buzzer.

So, buddy, how about we do this? Leave the separate doors, an' the walls, and just make a bunch of interior doors between the two.

Have you listened to one word I've said? It is an... immersion experience, surrounded by beauty, transformed by it. Yes, there has to be distinct areas, but distinct doesn't mean closed off and cavernous.

So... we gotta match the decor between the two?

...yes. We will be redecorating everything. Perhaps we should discuss the lighting or audio systems.

There's gonna be sound?

....

[ooc: Dated to this afternoon. Cinna has no idea this is being broadcast. He HATES contractors.]

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.

[This is Cinna.
This is Cinna reading the network. It's silent as the realization finally dawns on him.
This is Cinna dropping the network device and the sound of his receding footsteps and a shout, barely heard before the door slams shut.]

Rue? Finnick!

[The device remains silent before it times out, only to click on again, much later. This time you can see Cinna, sitting in his living room, deceptively calm.]

Greetings, City. If I may, a moment of your time.

It's come to my attention that a rather peculiar Game is being played today. It's a popular one back home, and I simply can't resist playing along so tell me, should one want to sponsor one of our noble and talented Tributes, who should I talk to?

And if you're interested in sponsoring anyone, I have several suggestions I'd like to make, you won't be sorry.

After all, some bets never change.

[ooc: Back-dated to early this morning, just after Katniss' post. Also, he responses might be strange and vague - he's going into Capitol mode and you just don't scream about rescuing people in public at times like these.]

[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 on Cinna, sitting on the train. The device is laying on the seat across from him so the view is a little cock-eyed, but you can clearly see him sitting on the seat, hand-stitching the hem of a skirt and trying very hard not to look out the window.

Every so often the picture goes to static or jumps and rolls as the signal waxes and wanes in strength.

Finally, he finishes his hem, ties off his thread, and pulling the scissors from his bag, he snips the end. Once finished, you can see him place his instruments back in their proper places - needle in a magnetic case, spool of thread in a plastic one, the scissors slipped into a case of their own all with their own places inside his bag. Meticulous, thy name is Cinna. The skirt is draped over the seat.

It's Rue-sized, for those who would notice those things, and embroidered with yellow flowers.

The picture jumps again, this time blacking out for a moment, the sound of the train continuing on in the darkness. With a hiss of static, the picture's back and Cinna can be seen, but not his face as she's standing, arms up like he's reaching for something. When he comes into view the bag is gone, presumably neatly stowed on the rack above his head.

He pauses, eyes tranfixed on the view for a moment as the picture rolls and words can barely be heard.]

That's Twelve.

[It takes a moment for him to tear his eyes away and when he does, they fall on the network device, it's blinking red light letting him know he's been seen. His eyes roll with the picture as he reaches out and picks it up, his expression solemn, but slightly amused.]

( Cut for length and the coup de grâce. )

[ooc: Backdated to high noon. Anyone is free to action or otherwise spam this post.]

[Cinna's normally genial tone seems a bit thin today as he delivers the following announcements.]

Cast for the current production, please see me as soon as possible so we can do fittings. Additionally, Miss Rosella, if you'd like to stop by I have some samples for you to look over.

[Action]

( Lost in thought. )