A month for the salon

[dandyofawolf]

Who: Biffy and YOU
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Iskaulit at his shop
When: Throughout the month

Broadcast

[Biffy comes on screen with a smile as he nods his head politely. Behind him one can see his lovely looking hair salon...the Maison de la Lune.]

Good evening. Given the fact that we are now in the season of Autumn, I felt that it was time to offer a special at my salon for all who wish to partake.

[He steps aside to wave at the interior behind him. It really is very lovely. Elegant even in the simplicity of it. Biffy had really gone out of his way to make sure that the interior design is very classy indeed.]

For this month, I wish to offer a special on makeovers. This will include a hair styling, as well as a scalp massage and a facial. For those interested in cosmetics, I am pleased to say that I can provide makeup for this as well.

[He turns back to the screen.]

I look forward to your patronage at the Maison de la Lune. Thank you.


Maison de la Lune

[Sure enough Biffy is at his shop a lot more this month. (Please don't mind the evenings he isn't. He's probably down on the planet running with his mate.) And whenever he smells someone approach, he is there to greet them with a smell and an impeccable bow. Here in his shop he isn't a Communications Officer, he isn't an Alpha, he isn't a Lord. Here he is just the humble keeper of this salon who is ready to take care of his customer.

So it is with that bow that he will look up, that twinkle in his pretty blue eyes.]

Good evening. May I offer you some tea and you can tell me how I may serve you this evening?

Comments

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[abracafcku]

Wait.

Wait.

[What the hell? WHAT THE HELL, GUYS.]

Why didn't anyone tell me there was a freaking salon on this rust bucket?!

[dandyofawolf]

A most unfortunate oversight. However, I can assure there is one since I happen to be the owner of said salon.

[abracafcku]

Give me a menu and a price, and sign me up then. It's time for Taako to get some pampering done.

[Since he doesn't have his pocket spa anymore. DAMN YOU, ATROMA.]

[dandyofawolf]

I look forward to you coming to see me. You can see a list of the services that I offer when you arrive as well as the prices.

[Don't worry, Taako. He's really good at this.]

[abracafcku]

Just a quick question before I head over - what scents do you have available, because if you have aromatherapy, I want that.

[dandyofawolf]

The oils I can provide are lemon, lavender, jasmine, peppermint, rosemary, rose, patchouli, and cinnamon. I have not been able to obtain other oils yet due to not having been on a planet that would have more of the oils to offer.

[abracafcku]

[Lavender and rose? Hell yeah he wants some of this. He'd come out of this salon smelling like a freaking floral bouquet if he had enough time and money.]

Do you do recurring appointments? Because if I have nothing else to do here, I might as well enjoy myself with a little luxury.

action

[scalpelofmarmora]

[Ulaz might not have thought twice about the announcement when he saw it. Yes, he did appreciate that Biffy had his salon and that he was quite happy with it. It gave him something productive that also served a purpose and made others happy as well. But he had never really considered anything like that for himself.

But Lyall had also seen Biffy's announcement and Lyall had sought him out, insisting that he go to the salon. It had taken some persuasion - Lyall really was far stronger than Ulaz would have thought for someone of his size and build - but it wasn't much later that he found himself walking into Biffy's salon this evening]

Good evening Biffy. I would appreciate some. Lyall suggested I come see you.

[dandyofawolf]

[He looks thoroughly amused now.]

Oh? Did he now?

[He waves for him to come and have a seat while he goes to get him some tea. Really he's not sure what to do with this hair style so this gives him a chance to think it over.]

And was he quite insistent about it?

[scalpelofmarmora]

He did.

[Ulaz took a seat in the offered chair while Biffy went to get the tea. He wasn't sure there was much that could be done with it either, but at least he could honestly say that he had gone]

He was very insistent. I'm surprised he didn't follow me to make sure I actually came.

[Or did he?]

[dandyofawolf]

Are you sure he didn't?

[Biffy has no intention of revealing one way or the other. However, the twinkle in those blue eyes shows how amusing he finds the whole situation.]

[Handing him the cup of tea, he moves to stand behind him.

And then lowers the chair as far down as it will go. Biffy is not a tall man.]

[scalpelofmarmora]

I cannot be sure he didn't. The Iskaulit is more noisy than the Blameless.

[Meaning he couldn't hear if someone had been following him. He had good hearing with those ears.

Ulaz took the offered tea, already expecting Biffy was going to have to lower the chair. And he was right. Even seated, he was still taller than the werewolf was likely used to working with. It was a little awkward, but he wasn't going to say anything. He had come to Biffy after all]

[dandyofawolf]

He's also guaranteed to be quiet when he doesn't want you to know. We actually make our footsteps intentionally audible on the ship to ensure we don't startle anyone.

[Werewolf life. The gentleman werewolf life to be precise.]

You know, I think I know what I can do with your hair. A small trim and then something I can put in it. It will make it smell nice and take away some of the fluff to make it go better with your more angular features.

Video

[survivalistcookbook]

[Watching the broadcast, Eugene runs a hand through his hair. Frowns. Reaches back and realizes that he's let his hair go long enough that he can actually gather it into an ugly, stubby little ponytail if he straightens the curls out of their bunched-up mop.

Shit.

He opens his return broadcast with a rueful smile, realizing how far outside the intended services his request probably is.]

I don't suppose you take walk-ins for haircuts.

[dandyofawolf]

[His eyes certainly take in that mop of a hair. The curls are lovely enough though but he can definitely tell they need to be tamed a little. Well, he has curly hair as well so he's happy to help with that.]

I most certainly do. An appointment is not necessary to partake in the services I offer at my salon.

Action backdated to late October? If that's ok?

[survivalistcookbook]

Perfect, thanks. I'll stop by when I have some funds.

[Which ends up being . . . toward the end of the month, honestly. What can he say, once he has a project he gets pretty absorbed in it, and it's easy to pour all of his time and attention into a small business, until he realizes they're likely to be drifting again soon and he's shaggier than ever. He does his best to be presentable, of course, but he's still rolling into the salon with the usual scissor-trimmed designer stubble and far too much hair for any phase of his life, let alone one where he's regularly working around food.]

Hello - is this a good time for that walk-in?

Absolutely!

[dandyofawolf]

[Biffy is actually flipping through a magazine he's acquired when he hears someone come in. He smiles warmly at his customer, recognizing him from their video conversation.]

It is. Would you like to have a seat and we can discuss what you would like done with your hair?

[survivalistcookbook]

Absolutely.

[He wouldn't have thought he'd be this pleased to actually be getting a real haircut, in a real salon, but it's been novice jobs with scissors for . . . heck. Years now.

He finds an out of the way spot near the chair to stash his crutch before he turns, offering his hand in a proper introduction. He still holds his balance fine on the bare-metal prosthetic that takes over from his left thigh on down - he's just a bit slower and noisier with it.]

Eugene Woods. Thanks for helping me out with this. And, uh, sorry in advance if it's a mess.

[dandyofawolf]

[He takes the offered hand for a firm handshake.]

I am Sandalio de Rabiffano. There is no need to apologize. It is my job to help you fix whatever mess there is.

[He gives him a playful little wink before nodding to his chair.]

Please. Have a seat.

[Action]

[cajunspice]

Evenin’ monsieur, [Remy answered once he was inside the shop, a little surprised by the offer but… it was a nice one to hear.] That sounds real nice, merci.

I heard ya broadcast ‘bout haircuttin’, ‘nd feel like I be needin’ something new. [He raised his hand to brush through his hair. It had gotten rather long as Remy really hadn’t taken the time to get a haircut for a while, long enough he had to start pulling it back into a ponytail to keep it out of his way. As much as he loved long hair… it was a hassle, so it had to go.]

[dandyofawolf]

[French? No. Not French. Not with that accent. Perhaps something decidedly American. It's that or this man must be from some world that speaks French for some reason.]

Please, have a seat here in my chair. I will fetch you a cup and we can discuss what you might like to have done.

[Just like the Victorian gentleman he is, he gives a bow and offers the chair before stepping away to go and get that cup of tea prepared for him.]

[cajunspice]

[This was... not something Remy was use to, and considering the custom being shown to him, he was suddenly feeling very undressed. This felt like a place far fancier for how he had just wandered in.] Thanks, kind of ya. [Taking the seat offered and getting comfortable in it.]

[dandyofawolf]

[He smiles warmly at him before going to get the tea for him. Handing it to him, he comes to stand behind him, adjusting the chair accordingly.]

Now, what would you like for me to do today?

[cajunspice]

[Another 'merci' as Remy took the offered tea, taking a sip to test it and... it was rather nice. He wasn't a big tea drinker at all, but was glad to be a decent cup when he did have it.] I like m' hair long, [And it was, brushing his shoulders.] But it's gettin' in the way, so need a change.

I don't wanna lose all the length, would like to keep a bit of it. Thinkin' more to the front than back. [Remy does not want a mullet, or anything even closely resembling that. No thank you.] 'nd I don't mind havin' to take time to style it, provided I can get m' hands on the right stuff to do that with. [He had slowly been collecting up stuff since getting back to the Fleet, his vanity would not let him get away without a proper hair and skin care routine.]

[dandyofawolf]

[He nods as he listens to him. As he does, he runs his fingers through the hair so he can get a feel for it. The weight, the texture. All are important factors for giving a solid cut.]

I can clip around the sides and back then trim up some of this length on top. That should allow you to style it to provide some volume to it. Something you should easily be able to manage with a pomade.

[He gives the hair another once over before nodding.]

Will that work for you? I think it could gives you a handsome wave and flair for when your hair slips down into your face.

[He should know. He styles the front of his own much the same way.]