threadthefire | Entries tagged with making it work

[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.]

Well, that was a... rather bracing month.

I'm certain that most of you already knew about Ms. Angela Montenegro's return to her home, I've taken care of her things, packed what I could, but if there is anything anyone would like before I donate the remaining items to the Welcome Center, please, let me know.

In the hopes that this holiday season is a pleasant one, my businesses, passionné, salon lustré and even cafe satiné will be having weekly specials through the end of the year. Feel free to come by and see what's available.

[ooc: Off hiatus and slowly getting back to things. Assume that Cinna was so broken by his recent losses that he's been buried in work and hardly going out. He's now pretending that everything's okay. HE LIES.]

[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!]

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?

Please tell me that I'm not the only one that thinks the silver hair of a unicorn gathered under the full moon is a little much to pay for one's morning coffee?

...and as an aside, passionné, cafe satiné, and salon lustré will be closed until my staff stops insisting that Laszlo Jamf's glasses are the going rate for a trim. All staff will be paid a partial day's wages, assuming they don't actually find, what was it... ah, yes, the golden egg of a goose for their morning pastry.

What sort of curse is this, anyway?

[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.]

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.]

[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?]

[The camera clicks on into a semi-dark bedroom. The early morning sun shines weakly through curtains and blinds to show a bed, covers all askew. An alarm goes off and the covers move as whoever is underneath them starts to slide out of bed...

...and falls to the floor with a surprised bark.

From the far edge of the bed, the head of adog and blinks a few times. A paw is clumsily set on top of the covers and he looks at it, eyes wide.

With the alarm still going off in the distance, you can just hear a soft whine as the dog looks at his paw again, and then over to the alarm clock.

It's going to be a very long day.]

[ooc: We're just going to assume that all three of the dog icons are of the same dog, mmmkay? They're close matches but not perfect. Today Cinna is an Italian Greyhound which is like a "toy" version of a normal greyhound. He's about 20 inches tall at the shoulder and weighs about 18lbs.

Apartment-mates can probably hear the alarm (if they're not cursed themselves) and action for them is welcome. Heck, if anyone wants to action something out he will be walking around the City later in the day. Just because he's a dog doesn't mean he can't go check on construction at the shop. Anyone else will have to be video.

Also, I'll tag when I get back this afternoon, I just wanted to get this up now.]

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?]

[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?