[There's the sounds of a struggle, as if the device is being fought over, but finally there's the zrrrrp! of ripping fabric and it all goes silent for a moment before Cinna speaks.]

Passionne is closed today.




[ooc: Backdated to first thing this morning.]

[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.]

[Cinna's working, pinning some pieces he's draped over a dress form, unfortunately for him, it appears his measurements are completely wrong. One sleeve appears to be 3.14 times longer than the other, the back is the same amount times the front, and the whole thing appears to be made for someone 3.14 meters tall. All in all, it looks a little strange.

Cinna steps back and consults his sketchbook.]

I know I measured all of that right...

[He turns to the device.]

I something playing with the units of measurements? This isn't how this is supposed to look.

[He goes back to the form and begins unpinning things.]



[ooc: I wanted to get this up today, but I'm feeling unwell so I won't get to tag it until tomorrow. Apologies!]

On top of everything else, we're still subject to those crazy curses? It's almost enough to make me miss the Capitol.

Almost.

While I appreciate the City's dedication to it's new aesthetic, I'm not convinced it's good for the long run. I've broken my front door three times already and we won't discuss what this has done to Passione's dressing rooms.

Is everyone alright? It's difficult to tell what's going on in the desert, especially this weekend, but I hope my friends are still well enough?

Is there anything I can do to help?

[ooc: Obviously, Cinna's still in the glass City, so imagine this is distorted in the sand-side.]

[There's a puppy's eye view of Cinna waiting outside one of the consultation rooms. Soon the door opens and a customer walks out. Cinna claps his hands together.]

Marvelous, the color brings out your eyes beautifully, taking focus from that weak chin you have. And the cut of those pants flatters you beautifully, even with your thighs.

[With that the man turns to punch him in the nose, causing woman's gasp from inside the room. While the man curses about letting his girlfriend take him to these sorts of places, Cinna holds his hand to his now-bleeding nose.]

What did I say? Really, sir, you look marvelous - it surprised even me.

[There's a scuffle and what sounds like the woman trying restrain her boyfriend, and the puppy drops the device, going to see if his master is alright.]

[There's a crash and a giant paw obscures the view for a moment before it's replaced by a black nose attached to puppy. With devilish doggie delight the device disappears into the puppy's maw as the puppy runs away.]

No! Don't - that's not a... toy thing!

[It's hard to tell from the inside of a dog's mouth, but it sounds like there's running involved.]

Not into the shop - the shoes... Someone catch that dog!

[Suddenly you can see again as the puppy barks, dropping the device and running off, Cinna's neat and immaculately cared for shoes run after it.]



[ooc: Open to anything and everything, even action of you feel like helping Cinna corral his new puppy in the shop. BRING IT.]