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[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

WHO: threadthefire and EVERYONE!!
WHERE: passionné (along with cafe satiné and salon lustré, of course)
WHEN: Saturday evening.
WARNINGS: Not a one, unless Finnick decides to strip. Then it’s anybody’s guess.

It’s opening night at passionné and everyone’s invited. There are models wearing Cinna’s latest fashions mingling amidst the guests, answering any questions the attendees may have about the gowns and suits they’re wearing. Pastries and hand-made drinks from cafe satiné are being passed around as are flutes of champagne and glasses of wine from a local source. Music, played live by local musicians, fills the air as guests wander the boutique and look at Cinna’s wares in the intimate spaces.

And should anyone be so moved, they’re currently taking appointments for consultations, fittings and commissions in the salon area.

Comments

[trapdoor-spider.livejournal.com]

"Scavanged from various places." He picks at the lace on his cuff. "You'd be surprised what people deem 'out of fashion." He sniffs at the last then executes a formal bow, holding his hand out to her. "I'm Myrnin."

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

"I know what you mean! I totally found these boots at a garage sale for % bucks, can you believe it?"

Dulcie giggles, and curtsies in return. "Hi. I'm Dulcie."

[trapdoor-spider.livejournal.com]

"A pleasure to meet you, Dulcie and perfectly fetching boots." He glances around the party. "Some people have no sense of interesting."

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I think everyone here looks wonderful tonight."

Dulcie grins over the top of her glass.

"This is the most fun I've had in ages."

She takes another swig of wine and leans up against the nearest table. "So, you been here long? I just got here a week ago."

[trapdoor-spider.livejournal.com]

"It is enjoyable." He takes the smallest sip of champagne and considers her question. "Yes. Over a year now. Though I'm not sure you'd consider that 'long'. There are some who've been here for years. Plural."

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, it's a bit scary, isn't it? I don't think I've ever stayed in one place that long."

[trapdoor-spider.livejournal.com]

"Mmmmm, I've been in the same town for the last thirty years so I can't say I share the same sentiment. I've gotten accustomed to that restless feeling and not indulging it."

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, me not so much. The longest I've ever stayed in one place is, three days maybe? On Earth, anyway."

[trapdoor-spider.livejournal.com]

"Really?" That is outright intrigue in his voice. He tilts his head because she smells different and her heart sounds different. Certainly not run of the mill human. "Alien?"

Because he would have met an angel at some point in his very long life, right?

[ooc: assuming she's got a heartbeat. If not, let me know and I'll change]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Oooh, aren't aliens awesome? Did you see that movie where the baby alien bursts out of that guys chest? That was EPIC.

[Dulcie takes another long swig of champagne, neatly avoiding the question.]

[ooc: It's never said she doesn't have a heartbeat, so let's assume she does. :-D]

[trapdoor-spider.livejournal.com]

I must admit I've only met them here. They're interesting to be certain. [She gets a confused head tilt at the movie part] I don't recall seeing that one. Was it in black and white?

[Sadly, yes that is the last movie he's seen. It was also silent]