[Angela's sitting at her office desk at the shop, a bouquet of roses next to her and a box of Christmas candy set in front of her, emblazoned with a yellow sticker shouting 70% OFF. She's halfway through it, digging though the set and nibbling off a small end of each chocolate to figure out which ones are her favorite flavors. The misses are tossed right back in the box without a care.]

I'm a week late, but happy new year everyone. Hopefully, none of you partied too hard and started the year off right with a massive hangover. And if you did anyway, thank you for joining me in the bad decisions corner. I needed the company.

So, anybody already failed at their resolutions? Come on, time for confessions.

[She grins, popping another bonbon into her mouth and chews with the self-assurance of somebody who knew she would fail at the 'Eat less junk' promise she made herself. No shame whatsoever.]

Oh, and to whoever sent me flowers... [She cocks a finger to the vase nearby.] ...thank you. They're beautiful.

Oh, it's Visitor's Day again.

[She's standing in front of the cafe/salon/boutique, Passioné, ducking and diving the crowd that doesn't seem to be letting up at all. That's to be expected.]

Hi all you beautiful people. If I know you from home, you better come see me or else. If I don't know you from home, well, I like to talk to strangers. If you are either are in need of clothes, a haircut, or food, come see me regardless. There'll be a friends and family discount today because I said so.


[ooc: She's still from Season 4 so no telling her any canon details pass that. Otherwise, go wild! Action/Video/Text, whatever.]

So I need a roommate. I have a nice three bedroom apartment and you can have one of those. The other is being converted into my art studio. Dogs are okay. Parties are even more okay. I'm clean... relatively. Okay, it's more like controlled chaos in my room, but I know where everything is and I keep it contained. I keep late hours and hate mornings. I bring home free clothes sometimes! Free food too! I mean, if this doesn't really get you all hot and bothered, I don't know what else to tell you.

Except that I really miss Craigslist. So much easier just to post pics and ignore the emails from potential creepers. Here I have to actually tell them they're too creepy to share a bathroom with.


[Private to Cameron]

Thanks for letting me crash for this long. Let me buy you dinner as a sign of my appreciation.

[Angela's sitting cross-legged on a sofa in an apartment that if anybody knew her well enough can tell that's not hers. One, the wall colors are in neutrals and there's no amount of controlled chaos around. What gives it away especially is a grey cat in her lap snoozing, and even though she is not a fan of them, Angela can't bear to move it. Her device is propped up so her hands are free to write things down on a nearby clipboard.]

The worst part of coming and going here isn't the coming back, it's coming back and realizing there are things you should already know, but you can't remember. I hate not remembering things. My life experiences are so important to me; I want to look back and go "Yeah, that was fantastic how we got arrested." but when I can't remember faces, much less names or events...

[It pisses her off. But she's not going to say that much out loud.]

So here's your mission, should you choose to accept it: tell me things about us I should remember. Doesn't matter if it's big or small. If we went to the beach together and almost got eaten by sharks, great! Or not so great, but still that's useful to me.

And if we didn't do anything together, lie to me. Make something up. It's not like I'll know the difference.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

[That little explosion of feelings comes from a particularly upset looking brunette, clad in only a bath towel with another one wrapped around her head turban-style, standing in the middle of an apartment building hallway. Which one? Doesn't matter. She just walked through a door and that's all that she wrote, kids.]

What, third time's the charm? I like--liked--some of you and your faces, but really, this whole back and forth, forth and back thing here got tired after the first time. And as much as I can't see naked people as naked anymore, I would love it if I got a shirt and some shoes or I probably won't be getting any service.

[Good morning. Coming to you live from at a cafe in the City, one of your regular stand-ins for the many Starbucks that this place should have. Angela's at the head of the line, small duffel bag slung over her right shoulder, as she points down at the pastry case.]

Yes. A coffee, milk, seven sugars, and can I get a raspberry danish too? And the triple chocolate brownie. Oh, wait, and that coffee cake too.

[The cashier looks so obviously concerned about Angela's raging sweet tooth that he's not quite prepared for what comes next. As soon as he hands the paper bag over the counter, Angela's leaning towards him to lay a fat juicy smooch right on his lips before calmly dropping her change into his tip jar. Mmm, pastries. Definitely a victory.]

Thank you!


[ooc: Angela is finally getting a break! She quit her hospital gig to run the store full time, but before all that she's going on vacation... as much as once can do in the City. This is her main victory so pucker up if you want to run into her.]

I know you were all waiting for this and it's time to let that held breath go before you turn blue.

GRAND REOPENING OF PASSIONE, CAFE SATINE, AND SALON LUSTRE.

Come see our upcoming fall line or search through our summer clearance racks for things you just won't find anywhere else. Or have a unique creation designed for you, only for you, by our in-house designer Gun Timm. Need a new change in hair? Our stylists have scissors and they know how to use them. And if you just need a caffeine and sugar fix, our cafe is here to serve with a variety of foods including a range of organic, gluten-free, low-fat, fat-free, and sugar free pastries.

And if Ginny and I know you and you show up and support us by actually buying something today, you can get a nice Friend of Passione discount. It all works out for us.


[ooc: Totally a slapdash post because I got distracted by dyeing my hair purple and then sleeping and lol This is a catchall for action/audio/video/etc for tags to Angela, people who work in the shop, people who are just visiting... threadjack as you see fit. GUN TIMM IS TOTALLY AN NPC THAT BON IS TO BLAME FOR, BTW.]

[Yes, this is a video feed. Yes, a full video feed of Angela stretched out on a lawn chair placed on her fire escape as she suns herself on a rare day off. Enjoy seeing parts of Angela that some of you have never seen or may have wished to or may have wished not to ever see in your life.

Somebody has absolutely no shame. None at all.]

Today reminds me of that time I lived in the nudist colony way back in my twenties. Tons of fun and a lot of sunburns. Use your sunblock today. Don't bother with a hat. It'll just look stupid.

Just because the lights are on doesn't mean anybody's actually home, or in this case, the shop's actually open. Sorry to break your little precious hearts, but there'll be no Visitors' Day specials today at Passione. Yes, I understand other shops are doing it, but not this one, mainly because we're closed at this hour of the night.

[And currently there are a lack of employees and such other things a business requires.]

Feel free to stop by and tell this lone worker hello if you care to, maybe bring me a coffee and a donut, maybe a late night dinner too. Just saying. It'll be your good deed for the day.


[ooc: Action/Audio welcome since she's at the shop. Everything is fair game except anything past S4 of Bones. Anything else she can easily forgot by *~*magic*~*.]

[For once in a long while, Angela looks visibly nervous, fidgeting in front of the camera as she sets up the device. She has no idea what she's about to say, how to say it, anything like it. It's going to be completely off the cuff and let's all hope she doesn't say anything too family unfriendly. She is still hungover from one too many saloon visits yesterday, after all.]

Hello. For those who I haven't been acquainted with yet, I'm Angela Montenegro, one-half of the current ownership of Passionné that once belonged to Cinna. As you all are aware, the shop has been closed for this month since his leaving, but since it's been transferred to Ginny Weasley andme, we want to try running the shop in Cinna's vision and spirit. However, we will need the aid of Cinna's original investors to get this going, if any of you are still in the City.

I'll be honest with you. I don't know the first thing about running a shop of this magnitude, but selling it is out of the question, so bear with Ginny and me. We'll make mistakes, but we're both adults. We'll own up to them and hopefully, no one loses an eye or their patience.

Also, if anybody is in need of employment or was an employee, please come to me. Passionné is a full service salon, boutique, and cafe. If you have skills in any of these areas (and even if you don't, we will have training available), feel free to respond.

Thank you.


[Private to Tony]

Hello, Tony. Your name is on this list. I didn't forget about Bot either, but let's talk business first.

Now, do I have my people talk to your people? Because I have no people. It's just me.

Good afternoon, Westerberg sweeties! It's that time of year again. Yes, that time where I totally break the rules and risk my teaching career by offering you another way to scrape your grade up from the bottom of the barrel in the last days of school.

First up, if you've done your final project, congratulations. You don't have to take the final exam. Turn it in and I'll see you in the hallways next semester or on Facebook in your drunken college shenanigans. If you didn't, and you know I'm talking about you, Henry, I can't legally pass you. Again. However, I'd love to see your lovely face in these desks again next year with all your excuses of why you didn't do the little bit of homework I do give you.

Again.

I did say there was another option, right? Right. Here we go.

Using a superhero, cartoon character, or mythical figure as reference, create an overlay of the basic muscle groups. Dimensions are variable, but the entire thing shouldn't be larger than sixteen inches by twenty inches. Due Friday, noon, the latest. Short notice, yes, but teachers have social lives too.

That's it. Easy as pie. Can be done in one or two class periods if you feel the need to take some time for a private field trip. [Coughing and a whisper of Justin.] And before I forget, I'd like to thank all the students who didn't belong to me who took the time out of their busy class schedules to hang out in my classroom that didn't belong to them. You've made teaching a joy.

Miss Angela, out.


[ooc: Just your regular hang loose and fly free art teacher. Feel free to make excuses of why you were in her classroom even if she wasn't your teacher.]

Are we all relaxed now? Are we all grumbling that today is Monday again? Good. Because after settling back in, I've realized I'm short on cash and as much as I love you, Justin sweetie, I don't think I want to do police work here again. I get enough of that at home.

However, I am teaching art classes again. I am a professional artist with the degree and portfolio to match. I will be teaching charcoal, pastels, acrylics, oils, and clay as mediums and forms of still life, life drawing, sculpture, and generally anything anybody asks me about if I can shake it.

This will be held every Saturday at noon, curse notwithstanding, in Apartment 2Z in Building 12 starting next week. If there happens to be a curse, the rain date is Sunday. And if there happens to be a curse on Sunday too, I will just see you guys next week because I refuse to fight with the City.

And before I forget, as incentive, the first five students to sign up get free starter supplies. No joke.

[It might be a familiar face to some, a stranger to others, but the fountain behind Angela is somebody everybody should know by now.]

That was cool. Giving me a little vacation before dragging me back here, after a few years of me wanting nothing but to go home. Thanks and no thanks. You could have at least told me that somebody else moved into my old apartment before I went peeking in there. I have seen parts of an old man nobody should ever see. And what's worse is that he repainted the walls plain white. Just awful.

[She grimaces and turns away from the device, looking like she has seen forever and it now cannot be unseen. It was that bad, guys.]

So anybody I still know here? Would be nice if you guys would give a holler and made me feel a little better about being stuck here again.