Day 253 | Open | Also open for Business

[chosenbylife]

Who: Calem and You! Whether you like it or not...
Open: Open
When: Day 253
Where: At Bastion's brand new Salon
What: Calem bought a Salon. He wants customers. Get in here. You're a mess.
Format: I'll follow whatever format you use
Warnings: None yet!


Something had been bugging Calem about the people who lived in Bastion.  It had been bothering him pretty much since he arrived at the place.  People in general... well they looked like a mess.  Understandable given the nature of the place and honestly he couldn't fault them THAT much.  Clearly someone had to step up and grab this Tauros by the horns.  And that someone was him.

He had SOME experience dealing with people hair.  Much more experience grooming his pokemon, but hey, his Furfrou's coat grew out every few days.  He had plenty of time to experiment on her.

After some requests at the monument were filled there was a brand new establishment in Bastion.  It small building with white walls and a black roof, the front of which, including the door was entirely glass with the words 'Salon de Bastion~' painted on it in an elegant script.  The interior had a lot of warm yellows and reds, and his Lucario was busy neatening up a shelf that displayed a variety of hair care products.  There was also an incredibly fancy looking dog lounging on a rug by the small waiting area.  Which you would of course know if you came in and investigated for yourself.  You know, if one thought they could use a trim or perhaps wanted to redye their hair a color it was before the end of the universe.  These people were greeted with a smile and offered a seat.

However... the greatest offenders most likely would not step in side a place like this of their own free will if their life depended on it.  So after a bit he found himself wandering out, leaving the two pokemon to watch over things, and steeled himself to find the problem customers.  Anyone who looked like they needed attention in particular... he gently grabbed them by the arm, said, "I insist you accompany me!" before swiftly attempting to herd them back to his little shop.

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[hellpyre]

Of course the first one he would find would be Rin, with her now waist-length hair tied up in the messiest of buns as she worked in the kitchen. Yuki was the one who used to cut her hair, but like hell she was ever going to ask such a thing of Yukio... So it had just been left to grow out and... let's just say genetics were kind to Rin in some ways, and in other ways, not. But she has no idea this is why she's suddenly being grabbed and dragged off with noisy protesting considering she was in the middle of cleaning up in the kitchen. "What the hell-- Calem! Leggo!"

[chosenbylife]

He supposed just doing a grab and drag WOULD be somewhat alarming. But honestly, he was quite certain that was going to be the only way he'd be able to help some of these poor poor souls. Why Rin's bun alone was almost enough to make someone cry! Something needed to be done about it before a family of Flethings decided to take up residence.

"Rin," he paused for but a moment and spun aroun to look her in the eye, a serious expression on his face, "This is a very important matter. I can not tell you why yet, " because you'll run away, "But you must come with me. Do you trust me?"

Please Rin. Please. You need this so much.

[dontyoujustwish]

[Anya is not someone who needs any convincing. In fact, her face lights up when she sees the building and she marches right in, looking over the small establishment approvingly.]

Now, this is the right idea.

[Calem can certainly tell that she... used to dye her hair. Unfortunately it's been several months and there are close to three inches of brown roots showing.]

[chosenbylife]

[ Oh yes those roots are just so unfortunate. Calem shakes his head in sympathy. Though in all honesty... he's quite happy that at least ONE person has come here of their own accord. ]

Thank you! To be honest I was slightly horrified to find there was no place like this already here.

[ Perhaps it was destiny that the task fell to him. ]

Now please, Mademoiselle, how may I help you?

[blackblooded]

Crona is (as usual) an absolute mess. The meister's hair has gotten long, purple-pink strands down to mid-back, a mess of split ends and tangles. Crona's clothes are just about as bad as the hair, all mismatched and slightly wrong-sized.

When Calem grabs Crona's arm, the teen flinches away, startled.

"Me? Wh-why? I didn't do anything wrong!"

[chosenbylife]

Calem paused long enough to turn to his abducted and pressed a hand to his heart.

"Do not worry my avant garde friend! Of course you've done nothing wrong, you are as fabulous as ever," he said with only the upmost sincerity, because as always he was someone enthralled by just how BAD Crona's personal aesthetic was it had pretty much gone full circle into the 'probably good' section once again, "However even masterpieces need retouching every once in a while. Please allow me to rid you of your tangles and restore your signature look."

[notduchess]

A new building? Duke stops and circles the place instead of continuing out to the skyway - the intended destination, to judge by the armor, sword, and high ponytail. Although it didn't generally feel tangled when the knight was taking it out, the ends sort of did splay everywhere around mid thigh.

Duke just sort of awkwardly stops outside the glass door because... No idea. What's with this?

[chosenbylife]

When the front of your shop is entirely glass it's really rather hard to miss someone standing just outside staring in for such a long time. So after a minute or two Calem walks up to the door and opens it to greet him.

"No need to be shy!" he made a broad sweeping gesture inside and take a step back, "Please come in, make yourself at home."

[daughterofursa]

[Zuko is here purely out of curiosity; she gives most new buildings at least a cursory investigation. She has no real idea what a salon is, although the row of chairs positioned before mirrors has her edging back towards the door. Definitely not a training building, so why would she need to be in here?

Not that Zuko takes poor care of her hair. She's not acquainted with modern shampoo and trims it with a dagger, but she brushes it and puts it up neatly, so by that token she has a lot of the Bastion beat.]

[chosenbylife]

[ Calem grins and waves too her. Honestly he was kind of hoping she'd wander in. Among all those in Bastion her hair certainly ranked in the top percentage. ]

Zuko! Nice to see you again. What do you think?

[ He waves in a broad gesture. Zuko always looked classy in his opinion and Calem was certain that she was probably at least somewhat fashionable back wherever she was from. Surely her opinion would be valuable. ]

I've made it my mission to make Bastion slightly less unkempt looking!

[aprettyred]

This building is red inside.

Anna hasn't been to a hair salon in.... a very long time. Whenever she needed trims, Tatara would pull out scissors and use one of Izumo's bar stools.

But the red.

Anna spins the red chair. Don't mind a random 11 year old in your new shop.

[chosenbylife]

He didn't mind the company, not at all. No one else was there at the moment either. Besides, it was nice having company that he didn't have to forcibly drag in.

"You look like you're having fun," he laughed a little, "Would you like me to do your hair up in Kalos braids?"

Which were basically French braids. Because, you know, no France in Pokemon-land.

[kuma_killer]

"H-hey! Hold on a minute! Where the hell are you going?!"

Takamura had been doing what he does the most of. Run. So he was in his usual sweat suit and running shoes, his own hair in his trademark pompadour style as he was set upon by the kid from before who'd been riding that bush animal thing. After being dragged all the way to the front of the salon, he sets his foot down and lifts his arm, bringing Calem off his feet if he continues to hold on.

"What's this all about?"

[chosenbylife]

Of course Calem only releases his hold after his feet dangled in the air for a few seconds. Once he was back on level ground he gave the boxer a slightly indignant look and crossed his arms.

"I didn't mention anything about it before because I assumed you were already overwhelmed enough but..." he sighed heavily, "I am sorry to inform you that your pompadour is hideously out of style and I'd like to give you a more modern and updated look."

[amphibian]

[Things could certainly be worse for Aoi, who's used to keeping her hair long, but it's been long enough since she's had any sort of haircut that she's got an unfortunate number of split ends and her signature swirly ponytail has started to droop and fray. This is like, the fourth day in a row she's worn that red sweatshirt of hers, but really when isn't she wearing it, so her fashion sense leaves a lot to be desired, anyway.

As she passes by the new building on a jog, she presses her face up against the window to peer in, fascinated, before deciding to poke her head through the door.]

Ooohh... Did you get this new place, Calem? [She's gazing at everything with intense fascination. It's just a salon, Aoi; settle down.]

[chosenbylife]

[ Aoi. Aoi please don't leave faceprints on the glass. Calem JUST washed them like an hour ago. Or rather Lucario did. He is now looking at you in obvious annoyance. ]

Ah yes! There are not many places around here that cater towards relaxation so I thought it'd be very beneficial. Plus there are quite a few people who need some assistance in these matters and there was only so much I could before hand.

[ Besides, chasing someone around Bastion with a bottle of conditioner and a bottle of detangler would have only made him look like a madman. ]

[twinked_witch]

Needless to say, the idea of a hair salon was something more than a little foreign to Megaera - being a product of a more advanced time. So when the place had appeared in a place she'd known to be empty previously, Megaera just had to go in and look at all the odd things.

"... Shampoo?", she asked, looking at one of the strange plastic bottles with curiosity.

[chosenbylife]

Calem didn't reply right off the bat. He needed a second to process what she was saying. Sure it wasn't that she had no idea what shampoo was, right? It was simply a question of whether he had some in stock or not. That definitely made a lot more sense. Yes. That was exactly what she meant.

"Yes, I've got a few different varieties around," he nodded, still feeling a touch dazed by the question, "Is there a specific type you were looking for?"

[scary_music]

[Ibuki's quick to notice the new building, because let's face it: She may be able to style her hair horns on her own, but trimming her loooong (knee-length) hair? Yeah, that was problematic. Also, she was hoping the place had hair dyes in colors she used. She's only been at the Bastion for twelve days, so she's not quite as messy as others, but...]

Hello! Hello! Ibuki is here to inquire about your fine services!!

[chosenbylife]

[ Those beautiful layers! Fashionably asymmetrical bangs! HORNS? Well, clearly this was someone here who would appreciate the place he spent his hard earned shards upon. ]

Hello! Come in Mademoiselle Ibuki, ask me anything you'd like.

[superdrowningskills]

[Alucard never gives much thought to his hair. Washing, occasionally brushing, and making sure he doesn't sit on it is about all the attention he really pays it. For this reason, the thought that his hair might be the reason he was being accosted never even crossed his mind.

Honestly, he's confused enough about the whole situation that he doesn't struggle against being taken to the new building. What even is this place anyhow? Why does it smell so... He's not even sure how to describe the smell. Some strange combination of perfume and soap. Why does everything in here look strange?

...Boy, where have you brought him?]

[chosenbylife]

[ Sir you are Genderbend Rapunzel it is imperative to give your hair a little more thought. Granted you are not anywhere near the top offenders in Bastion (One day he WILL get AZ mark his words), but anyone with hair that long needs a little attention.

And yay! It's always best when they don't fight him. It makes things so much easier.

He spins one of the chairs around to face his victim client and pats the seat. ]

If you wouldn't mind just sitting down here.

[oursomalink]

"E-eh?!" Shing didn't even notice Calem until he strode up to him in the middle of his break in training; stopping short and looking completely nonplussed as he finds himself being ushered away from his training spot by the Pokemon trainer.

"U-uh... I guess? What's the problem, exactly?" He still looks confused as he stares at Calem, not quite comprehending the reason for the sudden intrusion on his training. Of course, he doesn't really stop to think it might be because of his hair, which... hasn't grown out all that much, but enough that one could easily mistake his hair for a bird's nest...

[chosenbylife]

"The problem? The problem is upon your head of course!" he exclaimed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. It looked as if an excitable Swablu had made it's home up there after all! Perhaps an overstatement, but Calem always was one to exaggerate an issue.

"If you allow your hair to continue in this direction it may reach critical levels before long! A red alert!" he was quite possibly being a little too dramatic as he pulled his 'customer' along... but sometimes you just had to scare some sense into people before it was too late.

[amnesiadragon]

Ryu is good about not startling violently while he's in the Bastion, but the hand on his arm still confuses him. He looks up from where he's been sitting, working on writing something in Dovahzul, and stands. His hair... well, it's still somewhat short, but it definitely hasn't seen a pair of scissors within the past six months.

"What's wrong?"

[chosenbylife]

"I remember well the day I met you. My inability to fix the wildness of your hair haunts me to this day," he replied, his voice taking a solemn tone. The wildness of that blue hair had grown significantly since then. But even it paled in comparison to some of the bigger challenges that still awaited him, "However today I am much better prepared! Scissors, clippers, detangling spray, straitening iron... Today I will not be defeated by your head!"

[heptagram]

Patchouli is probably not going to go in. Not yet, anyway. She spends a lot of time just taking in the new building. A new building means something new to learn, so of course she's drawn in by the salon. There's a lot to learn about it, though!

... honestly, Calem, you probably should just drag her in. Although really, it's probably clothing she needs help with.

[chosenbylife]

Sadly he does not have a rack of clothing fresh off the runways of Lumiose. But he is cheerful and friendly and the second he noticed her outside he flung open the door and waved at her.

"Mademoiselle! Please don't be shy," he called, "Come on in!"

[individuates]

[the new building certainly draws Kaoru's attention and, a little reluctantly, he headed over, Tama-chan following at his heels.

It would be a lie if he said he wasn't just a little bit miffed. This was his and Hikaru's wheelhouse, after all - never mind Kyouya's creative financial string-pulling, it was their creative vision and designers eyes that helped keep the host club afloat. To think that someone else had got to it first…

The door inches open, and Kaoru peeks around it with the air of one trying to sneak inside unnoticed.]

[chosenbylife]

[ Luckily for Kaoru, Calem was out for the moment at least, undoubtedly trying to abduct some unkempt looking person to force scissors upon. This certainly gives Kaoru a good opportunity to snoop around a bit.

The building is of course not empty though. Furfrou lazily looks up from her spot on the floor to give the peeper a mildly curious look before presumably laying back down to nap again. Lucario is there neatening up this and that. Unlike the other canine he keeps a careful eye on Kaoru. Can't have anyone messing things up while the trainer is away. ]

[dragonsorcsandwolves]

Other than swapping out his camo tank top for a green-, black-, white-, and gray-striped one and his navy blue cargo shorts for a charcoal gray pair, Rob looks just as he did during their previous encounter, and can even be found in the same place, this time with a small stack of planks instead of a cart. And because Calem's interested in hair now: Rob's hair goes down past his armpits with natural highlights, uneven ends, and the start of a natural wave and hints of curls once it gets past his shoulders. He brushes it out when he gets up and after he washes it, so it's rare for it to tangle, but it tends to be either greasy or dry with no middle ground and breaks easily - his hairbrush always has hairs in it when he's done, and some are on the floor afterwards too, not to mention the near-constant shedding he does throughout the day.

As for his response to Calem grabbing him...

"Hey!"

Despite being pulled off-balance, he does his best to dig his feet in and try and pull away. He's not as strong as he looks, but he's not a complete weakling.

[Fair warning that he's going to be much more hostile to this than Rin.]

[chosenbylife]

There's absolutely nothing wrong with hair the length that Rob has it. He certainly needed a trim to clean up those ends but that wasn't what bothered Calem the most about it. Every single time he caught a glimpse of the man it's just aggravating. Sometimes oily sometimes the polar opposite... what on earth was he using for hair care products?!

So when he puts up a show of resistance, Calem freezes as well and then turns around to stare him strait in the eye.

"Unless your truest wish is to become bald within the year you should come with me."

[kyotoprincess]

Calem will be able to drag Bon for a little bit. By now he is used to being dragged around, and in most cases he just puts up with it, as he doesn't have the extra energy to fight against stupid things. It's better to just let the more excitable members of the Bastion do whatever it is they want to do.

As soon as they are close enough for Bon to see what the building is, though, he tries to stop them. "Hell no," he says, trying to pull his arm away from Calem, "The last time someone messed with my hair I ended up with a bald spot!"

[chosenbylife]

Calem frowns and honestly looks offended. Things were going so well too! His latest victim simply allowed himself to be dragged here like someone resigned to the fate of being led around. He was so hopeful. Time for some tough love.

"How dare you accuse me of being capable of committing such a crime! Especially when you are the one who looks like his hair was cut by a weed whacker or chewed upon by an angry Carnivine," he opened the door to the salon and pointed inside, "Now enter so I may repair the damage you have allowed upon yourself."

[doctor_dragoon]

[Unlike his sister, Yukio's always made an effort to keep himself fairly tidy looking. Even before he gained his status as a professional exorcist, he was that kid in the sweater vest and pressed pants, so unruly hair? Out of the question.

Of course, keeping that neat look has been a little harder since the world ended. He's done some minor trimming on his own, but he doesn't have eyes in the back of his head and hell if he's letting Rin near his hair with anything sharp. So sudden salon? Appealing. Also strange, but what wasn't on the Bastion? Medic incoming!

Yuki's actually in fairly decent shape compared to many residents, but his hair's gotten shaggy enough that he finds himself constantly having to brush it out of his eyes.]


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