[Cinna's using the camera feature to record what used to be the front of passione. Right now it's a mangled mess of glass, brick and ruined clothing. Luckily, most of the damage seems to be at the front of the building, the cafe and the salon both seem to be largely untouched.
Cinna's puppy is poking and sniffing his way around the wreckage. He finds a dress that looks delicious and takes it off to a corner to play with, ripping it and shaking it in his jaws like a happy little bundle of fashion destruction. You can hear Cinna start to say something chastising and then stopping himself, staring again with a resigned sigh.]
Oh, all right, Finick, you can have it, just this once. But no shoes, we might be able to salvage some of them.[He turns the camera back on himself, his expression serious, but not devastated.]
Apparently high fashion was lost on yesterday's visitors, that or someone here in the City didn't look before they blew something up. Regardless, passione
will be closed until this is cleaned up and repaired, but the salon and cafe are still in perfect working order and all appointments will be honored.
Is everyone still in one piece out there?[ooc: Monday morning.
If you would like to take responsibility for accidentally blowing up the front of Cinna's shop, you certainly may. Or we'll just say the Dalek's did it. Torchwood strikes again. Nice shootin', Gwen.]