Shear Bliss

Citizen of The Pelago Islands Bank: 5,000G

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A Sweet Run In || Allen & Cecilia

His visits to Arcadia were not infrequent. Typically on his days off, Allen took the time to visit the other island, enjoying the sights and nostalgia of his early childhood home, as well as visiting some of the many different places that did not exist nearly twenty years ago. 

His visit to Arcadia lasted well into the evening one day. Allen was in no rush to get home, knowing the ferries ran late and that he did not need to be up early in the morning for work. He had a late lunch at one place, and while he was not in the mood for a full course dinner, the sight of a maid cafe caught his attention, for both the sweets and the sights it may have to offer. 

He entered and a hostess lead him to a table. Allen took a seat,, fixing his attention immediately onto the menu as he held it up to look over. With a sweet tooth such as his, he honestly was tempted to order all that the menu had to offer. But he knew, of course, that would not be good, as too many sweets could easily cause him to fall ill. He sighed through his nose, continuing his internal debate as to what to order while waiting for a server to approach him. 

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Activity Check 4/15

Allen was paid for existing.

Gains

+1,000 for being a New Arrival

Current Bank Balance: 5,000G

New Bank Balance: 6,000G

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Don't Loiter || Open

He'd have never thought twice to see someone lingering by the shop; it seemed just to be a thing people did, standing by, either actually determining whether they want to come in, or perhaps just taking a quick break from a walk to send a text or take a call. Even seeing them some fifteen-twenty minutes later did not prove to stick out in the young salon owner's mind. However, it was when their loitering passed the forty- five minute mark did Allen begin to take note of the person standing outside. From his view inside, he was unable to tell if he had known them or not, and when the forty-five minute mark turned into an hour, he finally decided to check it out. He set down the bowl of color he had been mixing as an experiment, making his way to the front of the store and pushing the door open. "I suppose no one's ever told you that it's a bit unnerving to a shop owner when someone loiters around their store front for an hour without coming in."

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Alterations || Candace & Allen

There were times when Allen found himself just too busy to take care of things he would usually do himself. Laundry, for one, he preferred to do himself, cooking, cleaning, running errands; he was a firm believer in being able to provide and depend on oneself. But there were times when laundry needed to go to the cleaners instead, food needed to be ordered for take out, someone hired to do a bit of tidying and run a few errands. 

Sewing and mending clothes was another skill Allen had picked up over the years, and came especially handy prototyping new headbands and bows he’d one day hope to sell within his salon. And luckily, this skill too came in handy when seams tore, new clothing needed to be altered, or even if old, plain clothing needed a bit of life and excitement designed into them. 

He had recently ordered a few new blazers, and of course not one to wear baggy clothing, immediately decided upon clicking the ‘confirm order’ button they would need to be altered. But as it stood, time was not in abundance for him, what with the schools in the area holding spring dances and graduations. Later and later each night he had found himself staying in the salon, organizing products, placing orders, washing towels, refilling bottles, and ensuring the place was in top condition the for the next day. 

This, of course, meant a quick trip to Arcadia, as the new tailor shop in Leuda had yet to open for business. Though this busy time would only last for another week or two, a professional alteration was still something he wanted to have done, as it would mean the new blazers would be ready sooner rather than later.

So bright and early (read 9 am) on his day off, Allen took his trip to the other island, garment bag in tow. It was a trip he did not mind taking, as there were a few places he could certainly visit to make a few purchases before heading home for the day. It did not take long for him to get to the tailoring shop from the ferry, grateful it had been a clear, sunny day. Arriving, he entered the shop, looking around as he passed through and approached the counter. 

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You never really realize how quickly you come to take things for granted until they’re no longer a part of your day. Candace was surprised to find that a work arrangement that had lasted only a few weeks could be so debilitating when it came to an end, even though its ending had simply returned her to her previous schedule. Having an extra set of hands at the farm had seemed like a blessing from the Goddess, really. She’d been able to get into the tailor’s earlier, to get more work done - had even managed to very nearly get ahead on her work, for once in her life.

So of course, when she dragged herself into the tailor’s already tired from doing all of her farm chores by herself this morning, she found herself missing Fritz’s help all the more. How had she done this every day for so long? Hadn’t it been years before those few short weeks? Grandma Shelly could only help so much these days, sure - and Luna had been here once, too. But Candace had somehow made it all work before.

She wondered if she were capable of making it work again. Was that being defeatist? She tried to swallow each doubtful thought as it cropped up, postponing getting started on her sewing for the day while she made herself a cup of tea to perk her up a little. Hopefully the warmth of the tea would sooth the ache in her lower back and feet, somehow, too.

A customer caught her attention as she came back to the counter with her tea - and she put on what she hoped seemed like a real smile when she recognized his face. What was his name? Allen, maybe, she thought. He’d come in before, though his visits weren’t nearly as frequent as some of her other customers - she’d seen him just enough times to cement his name with just enough confidence to be mostly sure she’d gotten it right. Probably better not to say it out loud at first, just in case she was wrong.

“Good morning,” she greeted him - though it was beginning to slide toward noon, now, and already felt like 4PM to her aching muscles. “How can I help you..?”

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A half grin graced his features (and Candace of course, because it was such an honor for Allen to smile at anyone, let's be real,) and the young woman greeted him. Candace, he had learned her name during a visit to the shop once before, the older and quieter of the two sisters that worked in the shop with their grandmother, though today it seemed it was just her.

"Morning, Candace," mornings were never good, especially mornings after a night out okay!! He laid his garment bag atop the counter. "I ordered a few new blazers that I need altered; they're baggy and won't look right on me if I don't have them fitted." His closet was certainly a reflection of this statement, as there wasn't a single item of clothing in there that was bigger than he needed it to be.

"There's only three, though I'm in no rush to have them completed...well, before they're out of style, of course," he joked.

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Read It & Weep ♥ [Allen/Mistel]

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“Oh, don’t,” Mistel cooed, all smiles as he came to stand behind Allen’s chair. “I mean it ever so much, it’d be a shame for you to simply dismiss it.♪” 

So the comparison to a baby had been easier to make than to call Allen “cute”. So Mistel had opted for a slightly more insulting turn of phrase than to stoop to complimenting him. So what? Allen ought to appreciate Mistel noticed at all.

His good mood quickly sank into a pout, however, at his boss’s stipulation.

“…I didn’t come in to work, you know,” he said stiffly— but even as he pouted, Mistel moved to remove his coat - tossing it over the back of his own chair several feet away. He began undutiful unbuttoning his cuffs, prepared to roll up his sleeves and get to work, not taking so much as another second to protest (despite his sour expression). He was all bluster, after all— Mistel never refused Allen anything when it came to his professional services.

If anything, he had always simply been flattered to have been asked.

“Here, sit down. Sit.” He patted the back of Allen’s chair with one hand, holding out his paperwork with the other. “You can read my good news while I’m cutting. ♪” There, now Mistel was smiling again, the coy tone back in his voice as he continued. “I wanna see your face when you read it, too, so hold your head up nice and high in the mirror as you read it, okay?. ♪”

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Though his vision was blurred, he tossed a look at the other man into the large mirror he stood before. Perhaps Mistel was right, that was probably the closest he would ever get to receiving a compliment from him, even if it meant comparing him to an infant. Instead he huffed, giving his bangs a few final snips.

“Well, consider yourself lucky you didn’t walk in before I started tinting my hair, otherwise I’d have had you do that,” he joked, running his fingers through his bangs and finally deeming them perfect. He turned to Mistel, offering his pair of scissors to him. 

Allen plucked his blazer off the corner of the chair, hanging it on a hook in the wall by his station. He pulled his folded glasses out of the breast pocket, waving them at Mistel with a half smile on his face before setting them down on the stations counter top. He takes the paperwork from Mistel, quirking a brow as the younger man expresses his desire to see Allen’s reaction, less questioning Mistel’s choice of viewing pleasure, and more wondering exactly what this exciting news was and why Allen had to know about it. 

He took a seat in the chair, thumbing how many pages there were to this news of Mistel’s before starting to read. 

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Read It & Weep ♥ [Allen/Mistel]

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Mistel lit up immediately at the sight of his boss, all the more pleased with this stage he was setting as the pieces and players fell into place. 

“Aha, there you are, Mr. Allen. ♪” He could ignore being compared to a dragged-in prey creature just this once; he was in an especially good mood today, and could stand to shelf some pouting. He’d even avoid teasing Allen about dying his hair, too. That’s how good a mood he was in.

“The news is— aw, Allen, you look like such a baby without your glasses!” Okay, the big production could wait, and he couldn’t quite keep himself from teasing entirely. He’d allow himself to get a little distracted, especially as he followed his boss back to his station with a coo in his tones. 

“Where did you leave them? I want to try them on. Let me try your glasses on while I deliver the news.♪”

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He stood before his mirror, continuing to comb out his hair and sectioning as he needed it. Allen clicked his tongue at Mistel’s comment; of all things to be called, a baby was certainly not on his desired list. But for now, he supposed he would let it mostly slide. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that,” he said as he pulled his scissors from his thigh holster and began snipping away at the bangs tucked between his fingers. 

He hummed loudly, as though thinking thoroughly about allowing the younger man to wear his glasses. “I’ll tell you what; I’ll let you wear them,” he checked the lengths of his bangs, "if you cut the back of my hair for me...not at the same time, of course.”

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Read It & Weep ♥ [Allen/Mistel]

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“Helloooo, Mr. Allen! ♪”

Mistel didn’t exactly work today, nor had he ever worked so early in the day before— but today was a special occasion, very much worth the effort of coming in to Rose Beauty Salon when he really didn’t have to. The paperwork he had tucked under his arm said it all, and he’d been fantasizing about the day when he’d get a chance to lay it all out on the line like this for as long as he’d known the man he’d called boss. It was a chance to rub something Big in that smug face of Allen’s.

He let himself into the back, glancing around— pleased to find a lack of clients particularly condusive to the grand display he’d been giddy to put on all the way over here. 

“Are you busy, Mr. Allen? I’ve got some wonderful, wonderful news! ♪”

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It had been a slow day in the salon, with just Allen manning it that day. With just an appointment in the morning and one scheduled in the evening, the redhead found himself with a bit more time than he would like sandwiched in between. Of course, there was always something to do; it was just a matter of deciding what. 

With hours to spare before his next appointment, and finally deciding on what to do, Allen placed a sign on the front door, indicating what time he would ‘return,’ before locking himself inside the salon. He moved towards the back towards his coloring station, deciding his own hair could use a bit of work. 

He was no stranger to tinting his own hair, Allen very much enjoying enhancing his natural color and making it more vibrant. It was like second nature to him, able to do the application quicker, but with all the precision as he would on one of his clients. 

No sooner did he turn the faucet off of the sink after washing the color from his hair did he hear the back door of the salon open and closed. He plucked a towel from the shelf, soaking up the excess liquid in his hair, before peeking around towards the back door to see who had come in (despite not wearing his glasses.) But had he no sight at all, the visitor’s voice would have surely been to identify who it was. 

“Well, well, well; look at what the cat dragged in,” he said, continuing to gently towel dry his hair. “Never too busy for you, of course ♥,” he tossed the used towel into a laundry basket, before making his way to his own cutting station to comb out his hair. “What’s the news?”

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Allen got paid to look good and shit

PROFITS

[+2,000G] For your first (main) job.

[+3,000G] For being the boss of a business.

[+1,000G] For being an owner of a business..

[+500G] For updating your Biography / Diary pages.

[+500G] For updating your info in the Character Information doc.

Total: 7,000G

Starting Balance: 62,750G

Ending Balance:  69,750G6

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Rainy Days || Open

Rainy days were not ideal for Allen. He knew some people preferred them; however he was part of the more sane population who did not enjoy them. summer rain, perhaps, if one were siting on a closed porch, surrounded by a grassy field and enjoying the relaxation it brought with it. But a spring shower while running errands, puddles and streams of water threatening to soak your shoes, all the while having to hold an awkward umbrella in hopes to keep somewhat dry from drops of water falling from the clouds above. And no matter what measures you took to keep yourself shielded from the rain, somehow or another, drops always seemed to splatter on the lenses of a pair of glasses. 

And of course it was today, of all days, his errands called for him to travel to Arcadia to pick up a few things. And of course it was today of all days, the ferry to the island just so happened to be late. Of course, he supposed he could not hold too much of a grudge; perhaps the it was the weather delaying them. Just another reason not to enjoy rainy weather. He sighed, shifting his umbrella from his dominant hand, and pulled off his glasses in a most likely pointless attempt to wipe them clear of the splattered water. 

Hopefully the ferry would arrive soon. 

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Pierced || Angela & Allen

It had been a while since someone had come to the salon for a piercing. He was sure it was the only place in Leuda that did it, however there were always those that took it upon themselves to do it. So it came as a pleasant surprise when the salon’s phone rang, a woman calling about booking an appointment to have a piercing done. After offering his availability, he took down her preference and information, and making a mental note to make sure he was in stock of supplies he would need.

He had only a few appointments booked for the day the woman had chosen, an hour or two in between them allowing him to do some general tidying, have lunch, and pester the other workers within the salon (his favorite pastime, of course.) 

Hearing the salon’s door open, the redhead made his way towards the front desk, a smile on his face as he set to greeting the arrival. 

“Hello, how can I help you?”

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See, Allen Actually Has Clients, Ok || Allen & Lillie

Allen sat at the front desk of the salon, totaling up his current appointments dues for the services they had done to their hair. Money exchanged, he flashed a smile as he scribbled out an appointment card handing it over to them and bidding them a farewell until the date they were due to return. He glanced to the clock hanging on the wall before looking to his appointment book once again. His next appointment was due to arrive soon, a cute young woman named Lillie Springfield who regularly came in to him. 

Allen set to cleaning his station, sweeping, sterilizing, and organizing everything for him just to mess up once again. It was routine now, of course, something he had mastered doing precisely and quickly as to not keep any of his clients waiting. When he finished, he returned to the front of the salon, taking a seat at the front desk and reading through everyone’s schedule for the rest of the day as he anticipated the arrival of his next client. 

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There's Always Time for the Bar || Allen & Dylas

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Dylas took a moment to look over at the old, vintage clock on the wall to see that it was past 5pm, nodding his head and writing down the order. “One Hurricane, coming up.”

He turned his back for just a moment to grab the bottles he needed for the drink and his ponytail was in full view, having tied it back to keep it out of his face. It was very long, almost right down to his lower back, rather flowy as well. Dylas too good care of his hair. He turned back around and started to make the drink in front of him, taking a glance a moment at the customer. Should he say something or not? He wasn’t sure..

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Allen nodded as the man took his order, watching as he turned around to pick up the right bottles to make the drink. He pulled his glasses from his face a moment, hand dipping into the pocket of his blue blazer to retrieve a cleaning cloth. Deeming the lenses cleaned, he returned the glasses to his face before running his fingers through his bangs. With a half lidded gaze, undoubtedly due to exhaustion from his day trip, Allen returned to watching the man set to work preparing his drink, and of course breaking the silence that had filled the empty bar.

“So, is that your natural hair color?” He asked him. He couldn’t help the curiosity about another person’s hair, as it was only natural for a cosmetologist to be. 

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Alterations || Candace & Allen

There were times when Allen found himself just too busy to take care of things he would usually do himself. Laundry, for one, he preferred to do himself, cooking, cleaning, running errands; he was a firm believer in being able to provide and depend on oneself. But there were times when laundry needed to go to the cleaners instead, food needed to be ordered for take out, someone hired to do a bit of tidying and run a few errands. 

Sewing and mending clothes was another skill Allen had picked up over the years, and came especially handy prototyping new headbands and bows he’d one day hope to sell within his salon. And luckily, this skill too came in handy when seams tore, new clothing needed to be altered, or even if old, plain clothing needed a bit of life and excitement designed into them. 

He had recently ordered a few new blazers, and of course not one to wear baggy clothing, immediately decided upon clicking the ‘confirm order’ button they would need to be altered. But as it stood, time was not in abundance for him, what with the schools in the area holding spring dances and graduations. Later and later each night he had found himself staying in the salon, organizing products, placing orders, washing towels, refilling bottles, and ensuring the place was in top condition the for the next day. 

This, of course, meant a quick trip to Arcadia, as the new tailor shop in Leuda had yet to open for business. Though this busy time would only last for another week or two, a professional alteration was still something he wanted to have done, as it would mean the new blazers would be ready sooner rather than later.

So bright and early (read 9 am) on his day off, Allen took his trip to the other island, garment bag in tow. It was a trip he did not mind taking, as there were a few places he could certainly visit to make a few purchases before heading home for the day. It did not take long for him to get to the tailoring shop from the ferry, grateful it had been a clear, sunny day. Arriving, he entered the shop, looking around as he passed through and approached the counter. 

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Paycheck 4/23 (late)

Allen got paid to look good and shit

Expenses

None

Gains

[+2,000G] For your first (main) job.

[+3,000G] For being the boss of a business.

[+1,000G] For being an owner of a business.

Total: 6,000G

Current Balance:  56,750G

New Balance: 62,750G

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There's Always Time for the Bar || Allen & Dylas

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Dylas was a nervous wreck, going over the check list of the stock while he had the chance. Okay, keep calm, business was going to be slow for a little while, especially with the place just opening up. While he was in the back room, his furred ears twitched at hearing the jingle of the bell on the door. Wait, was it a customer?

He set the clipboard down to grab his bandana and wrap it around his head, making sure to hide his ears. Thankfully, his tail was out of the way already as he came up to the front, and his gold eyes laid upon the customer. And he looked like a snob, great…just what he needed. But Dylas had been practicing in front of a mirror on how to greet folks in the bar, well….till he got some employees. You can do it Dylas, its just one customer..

“W..Welcome to the bar, can I get you anything to drink?”

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He continued to eye the menu, taking note of the different drinks and appetizers the place had to offer. Noting the ‘alcoholic drinks after 5 pm’ rule, he once again glanced to the watch on his wrist, confirming that it was indeed after five. Before he had a chance to look over the menu in hand, the sound of footsteps caught his ears, a bandanna clad man approaching and greeting him. 

Allen hummed at the man’s question, his eyes glancing down to the menu once again. “I think..” he began, taking pause a few moments longer as his eyes lingered on the list, before finally setting the menu down on the bar top and continuing, “I’ll have the Hurricane, please.”

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Caturdays at the Casino || Allen & Mistel

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“Hrmm..”

This was, admittedly, the exact response needed to deflate Mistel’s pouting. Besides, Mistel wasn’t very good at holding on to a bad mood for very long, anyway. He allowed himself a small smile, coming out of his pout in small doses— and lighting up anew at the mention of a lemon flavored drink that was shortly on its way.

Well, at least the purchase Allen was buying his pride with sounded delicious.

“You better be,♪” Mistel said cheerfully, now (finally) ready to be more pleasant to sit and chat with. He drew himself up taller and leaned one elbow against the bar — half his attention on Allen, half now ready to be shared amongst the servers who milled about at a distance. “You’re going to have to develop a new fondness for antiques, I think, if you haven’t already got one. And they won’t come cheap, either! ♪ I only collect very valuable things.”

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Waiting for their order, Allen pulled out his phone as Mistel spoke, checking a few texts that had come in since their arrival at the casino. A click sounded as he pressed the phones screen lock button, deeming none of the texts important for a response now and setting it down on the bar top. 

“I think it’s obvious my tastes are a little more modern,” he started, pulling his glasses off his face and hanging them from his shirt, “though that doesn’t mean antiques are completely ruled out...so long as these valuable collectibles aren’t taking dramatic price increases the moment I step through the shop door.”

He set out some bills the moment the bartender returned with the drinks, Allen picking up one of the shot glasses and setting it down by Mistel. “You know how to take this, right?” he asked, pulling the sugar coated lemon off the rim.