threadthefire: (have to look away)
Peeta Mellark, Finnick Odair and Katniss Everdeen have returned to their home. They left with the rest of the guests. I apologize if this causes an inconvenience for anyone.

Angela, Ginny, Finnick left some things for you. As well as for a Mr. Eames and a Ms. Lucy Pevensie.


Action for those who want it. )
threadthefire: (Default)
[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.]
threadthefire: (bitch please)
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.]
threadthefire: (but thats just stupid)
[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?]
threadthefire: (now heres the plan)
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.
threadthefire: (but thats just stupid)
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.]
threadthefire: (god will you shut up now)
[The audio opens to the ending of a nice rendition of O, Holy Night. Cinna's voice speaks clearly.]

It's all very lovely for the most part, but it seems rather repetitive. [As he's speaking, however, the song changes to, well, something else. So far, only the instrumental introduction is heard.]

Different arrangements, but they're all the same songs. So I ask, is it common in your worlds to listen to all of them over and over, like today, or is this simply the City's attempt at driving us mad?

[He pauses for a little while to listen, you may even catch him humming a little as he picks up the basic melody.] This one seems nice, but... some of them are a little strange, you have to admit. For example, why someone would sing about the death of their Grandmother at the hooves of... a... [The vocals have kicked in. City, have some chipmunks. There's silence on Cinna's end until...]

...you must be joking. Not even the Capitol would listen to that.

[ooc: Replies may be delayed a little.]

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