driftfleet | A month for the salon

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?

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[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.]

[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.]

[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?

[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.]

[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.]

[Remy raised his brows at that suggestion.] Huh, hadn't considered that before. [Though... that did sound fun for days he wanted to do that.] Was thinkin' kinda asymmetrical at the front, let it kinda hang to one side of m' face, but I like the sound of that more. Can do a pomade when wanna, or be more lazy 'nd just let it sit. [Or as 'lazy' as he would allow himself to be, he certainly wouldn't leave the ship without his hair being styled somehow.]

Sounds like a good plan. [Hell, worse case and he doesn't like it, he can always get it cut shorter. Or wait for it to grow back out.]

Precisely. It will be very flattering for your features and show off your eyes.

[Biffy smiles at him before giving a wave of his hand.]

Please join me at my other chair and I will wash your hair before I cut it.

[Taking another sip of his tea, Remy set it down so he could push himself out of his seat. He could always reheat the drink once he got it back, a quick zap of the cup with his powers would bring it back to near boiling temperature.]

Ya said in ya message ya also do massages 'nd facials? [Hey, if he was going to get a new hair style, may as well enjoy the rest of the options too.]

I do. Would you care to have some of these treatments?

[As if he'll turn down more chances to play with that hair more. He loves to play with hair. One can almost see the excitement he has to be able to play with Remy's.]

I wouldn't mind if ya got the time. Been while since managed to do a proper skin care thing outside of m' own. [And yes, that was a daily thing for Remy, once he got items he needed for that. It was a bit hit and miss with all the different alien options and different planets, never sure what was meant for human skin and what might turn out really bad.]

I would be glad to. I will get one started after I wash your hair.

[Despite his small stature, he easily helps Remy to lean back in the chair before he starts up the water so he can start getting all the strands damp.]

How long have you had it long like this?

A month for the salon

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