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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[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?

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.

[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.

[Eugene settles himself into the chair without complaint, a little more comfortable now that he's at least done his due diligence on the forewarning part.]

As far as what exactly to do with it . . . ? Honestly, as long as it takes at least a few inches off and isn't too impossible to style in the morning, I'm really a 'whatever you think looks good' kind of guy.

You're lucky that I too have quite curly hair so I understand the trials of working with it.

[You can't tell now because he styles the living hell out of his hair but his hair is honestly naturally quite curly.]

Would you like it only trimmed a bit then? Rather than cut quite short?

[Geez, that's a harder question than he anticipated. Actual haircuts that he had to communicate with someone about feel like a lifetime ago - even before it was Jack or whatever reasonably competent friend or acquaintance he trusted not to snip his ear off, he'd been lucky enough to have A Thing That Worked and a stylist who knew how to get his hair to keep doing that thing with a minimum of fuss.]

You know what-? Why don't we go a little on the shorter side just to make sure everything's evened out. Longer can wait on seeing how it grows out from there.

Of course. I can do that. May I offer some assistance to my other chair?

[He has noticed the crutch and the false leg. He's more than happy to help to make things easier with going to the basin where he'll wash his hair and back again. If necessary, of course.]

Hm? [It's such a polite, non-awkward way of handling the so can you actually walk on that thing question that Eugene takes a second to catch up. And then is already levering himself up, shaking his head minutely.] Oh- thanks, but I'm fine. [And he does make his way over at a fairly easy saunter, casting a wry look back.] I'm not winning any races here, but that's about the worst of it.

[He watches him move and it does look like Eugene has a handle on this. That's good at least. He smiles and nods his head politely as he goes to follow after him, starting the water before helping him to lean back.] Fortunately, we don't tend to do many races here. So at least you won't have to worry about that much.

Load off my mind, let me tell you.

[He shifts down until he finds a comfortable position on the basin, then sighs, consciously relaxing into the half-remembered routine of getting the pre-cut wash and condition.]

So were you a hairstylist back home?

Actually I'm an Earl and I sell women's hats.

[Does that sound strange? It honestly is even for people who are used to it. They just accept it because immortals are allowed their oddities.

Pouring the water over the curls, he gets them nicely damp before he starts to work a shampoo into the tresses.]

No kidding.

[Funny story about coming out the other side of the apocalypse - you actually get pretty used to hearing all kinds of backgrounds from people doing all kinds of very practical work.]

Foregoing the title while you're in the fleet, I take it?

Well, I don't have a use for it here. There's not really a need for anyone to recognize me as a Lord.

[He laughs softly and starts giving the other man a scalp massage. He's sure it will be appreciated.]

[Eugene is not really a touchy-feely, huggy kind of guy. He doesn't have anyone in the fleet he's close with like that - never has, really - and that works just fine for him with his husband an unknowable distance and time away from him, and a world behind him where he's already lost far too many people he'd gotten attached to.

But that means that it's been awhile since he made contact with anyone past a handshake or clap on the back, and the literal goosebumps that prickle down his spine with the sensation of sure, strong fingertips working against his scalp are as surprising as they are vaguely embarrassing.

It's not like that. It's not anything untoward, it's just . . . more than he's used to. So he handles it like he handles most of the feelings he doesn't really like processing - keeps talking. And tried to keep the off-balance, crooked little grin that keeps trying to squirm its way onto his face to a minimum.]

And the millinery market isn't really booming either, huh. Though maybe Taako would be interested in that.

[He doesn't usually name drop, but there is a zero percent chance that Taako has not already been in here. He is certain of this.]

I am sure that he would. Unfortunately I wouldn't really make any profit off of it.

[Biffy brings the water to the hair to rinse the shampoo away before working a conditioner into it. In his experience, curly hair especially needs it given how easily it can dry out.]

However, working with hair is something that I enjoy. So I decided we could stand to have a salon to meet this need.

A month for the salon

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