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Salon
Mar 3, 2005 17:48:50 GMT -5
Post by WingSong on Mar 3, 2005 17:48:50 GMT -5
"Oh - ", Amber was a bit disconcerted to see her "insane" employee downstairs in the day, since her problem lay with sunlight. "I-I think it would be best if ya just watched fo rthis one." Then the stylist looked around guiltily, realizing that there was no way to prevent the gleam that reflected off of everything in the shiny pink salon on afternoons like this. Taking this into account, she added, "Or ya could just go upstairs and look through the boxes of clothin' and hair accessories. I need to take inventory, 'cause some stuff coulda been lost in the move, and I need to know what I need to order."
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Salon
Mar 3, 2005 17:53:12 GMT -5
Post by NovaLuna on Mar 3, 2005 17:53:12 GMT -5
Nova Luna smiled, happy to at least have somthing to do, even if it was something she was sure wasn't a high priority on Amber's to do list. "Ok, well what to you want me to look for? Do you have a list or something?"
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Salon
Mar 3, 2005 18:02:07 GMT -5
Post by WingSong on Mar 3, 2005 18:02:07 GMT -5
"Oh, just take this - " She handed Luna a clipboard " - and do tally marks for different items, like, scrunchies, barrettes and such." She gazed at Luna in concern for a moment, worried that even a task such as this would be too much for the poor mare's unstable mind. "Anyhow, it really is a help havin' you around - my last assisstant couldn't even tell a scrunchie from a hair ring!"
((If you want to have Nova come across something really mysterious and interesting from Amber's past in the attic, go for it!))
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Salon
Mar 3, 2005 18:08:07 GMT -5
Post by NovaLuna on Mar 3, 2005 18:08:07 GMT -5
"Ok then. I'll be back in a minute!" As soon as she was safely up the stairs she mumbled worriedly "What is the difference between a scrunchie and a hair ring?" (Cont. In attic, for those of you that want to follow along)
((Thanks, I will......))
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Salon
Mar 3, 2005 19:27:44 GMT -5
Post by WingSong on Mar 3, 2005 19:27:44 GMT -5
After watching Nova leave with a sigh of relief, Amber turned back to the foal.
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Salon
Mar 4, 2005 0:34:31 GMT -5
Post by WingSong on Mar 4, 2005 0:34:31 GMT -5
Amber cocked her head at the sound of the other Nova's cries. She turned to the other pony with an apologetic expression. "Uh...excuse me for a moment, darlin'." She hurried up the stairs and rushed to the attic.
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Salon
Mar 4, 2005 0:49:26 GMT -5
Post by WingSong on Mar 4, 2005 0:49:26 GMT -5
((Cont. from attic.))
Amber came back, smiling. "Now - what did ya need?"
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Salon
Mar 4, 2005 15:34:33 GMT -5
Post by spookytale on Mar 4, 2005 15:34:33 GMT -5
Glitterlilly had started off by raising an eyebrow at Amber. She hadn't known what to say, so she just stood there- being very careful not to smile. She knew if she smiled she'd never teach Triple Treat his lesson and then she'd never get to have pudding that was on fire.
So she raised her eyebrow, and stood there looking halfway between happy and pouty. Then another mare appeared, then one left, then the other one ran off, then the first was back.
"...Need?" She made a puzzled face, stomped her hoof, then remembered to frown some more.
"Um, like, was something on fire or what?" It seemed like nice buildings burned down all the time (but not from flambe), so she thought maybe that was it.
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Salon
Mar 4, 2005 15:43:19 GMT -5
Post by WingSong on Mar 4, 2005 15:43:19 GMT -5
"Oh, no - that was Nova Luna, a new employee of mine, and she just found somethin' in the attic that she found a tad interestin'. I could show ya, if you'd like." Amberlocks found this foal a little strange, like she didn't know what emotion she was supposed to be feeling. The mare inwardly sighed - her salon had certainly been attracting a strange crowd since she arrived here. Maybe it's somethin' in the water...
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Salon
Mar 4, 2005 15:47:07 GMT -5
Post by spookytale on Mar 4, 2005 15:47:07 GMT -5
Glitterlilly paused, and destracted herself with looking around. It sure did look interesting, with mane sinks, and pink. Pink was ok, not as good as purple, but it was equal to orange so it was ok.
"Do you know how to flambe?"
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Salon
Mar 4, 2005 15:51:38 GMT -5
Post by WingSong on Mar 4, 2005 15:51:38 GMT -5
"Do you know how to flambe?"
Amber was a bit taken aback by the foal's question. This wasn't exactly a restaurant. "Well...I reckon I'd be alright at it, not that I've ever tried", she said apologetically. But, wanting to make it up to her, she added, "But I'd be willin' to fix ya all up in a fancy hairdo if you'd like."
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Salon
Mar 4, 2005 16:03:35 GMT -5
Post by spookytale on Mar 4, 2005 16:03:35 GMT -5
Well, there went the plan of circumventing her neighbor chef.
"What kind of hair-do? My mom used to put my hair in ribbons and braids, and she said I looked like a princess on parade."
Glitterlilly paused, her mouth agape. She hadn't spoken about her mom in years, like if she never mentioned it she might come back one day. It felt weird. Like cold prickles all over her skin, and also like a weight had fallen off her shoulders.
"Um, like, yeah." She sat down, unsure of things.
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Salon
Mar 4, 2005 16:07:11 GMT -5
Post by WingSong on Mar 4, 2005 16:07:11 GMT -5
"Oh - well, I have lots of hair accessories", Amberlocks paused here, worried her vocabulary was a bit too much for the foal. " - you know, like ribbons and barettes. I'll let ya pick yer own and everything!" With this she pulled out a brush and began to brush the foal's hair. "So what's yer name, darlin'?"
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Salon
Mar 4, 2005 16:53:11 GMT -5
Post by spookytale on Mar 4, 2005 16:53:11 GMT -5
"Glitterlilly..."
She wobbled a bit as the brush hit snags in her hair. It felt like something she used to do every morning, sitting and having her hair brushed, except discombobulating, misplaced.
She felt bad having her hair brushed, like it wasn't fair to her Dad somehow. He missed Mom so much, wnough for both of them, so she felt like she wasn't allowed to miss her.
She jerked her head away, "sorry!"
Then she started to cry.
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Salon
Mar 4, 2005 17:39:57 GMT -5
Post by WingSong on Mar 4, 2005 17:39:57 GMT -5
Amber stared down at the crying foal, feeling as though she might cry herself. As a hair stylist, she was dedicated to her job and really had no experience with foals. What do I do? I feel like a runaway salmon in a goldfish bowl! Oh, what did I do to deserve this? The pink mare knelt down on the floor next to the salon chair, trying to be level with the crying foal. "What's wrong, darlin'?", she tried to speak soothingly, but knew that the words came out sounding fairly panicked. "W-would ya like me ta call yer parents?" I know there were some emergency numbers somewhere. I have a number for the old owner of the shop...wasn't she a psychologist? "I could call someone to take ya home, or if ya just wanted to talk...", Amber sounded more desperate than anything else at this point.
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