[open] Push the limit, are you with it, baby don't be afraid --
Who: Haruno Sakura, Kamina, either acupuncturist working at Massaji Massaji (if you guys want!), and YOU!
What: Kamina and Sakura are working as massage therapists this month, and there are plenty of "one hour free massage" coupons floating around. Dare you take the offer?
When: Anytime during September! (Specify a date if you wish.)
Where: Massaji Massaji, on the S. S. Thor.
Warnings: PG-Ridiculous? idek if this needs updating I'll get to it. RIDICULOUS is key.
Notes: Action Threads/Prose/*aestricks*/interpretive typing, anything goes. Specify who you'd like to encounter in your subject line! Or both, if you trick out the guys running the front desk.
Massaji Massaji believed itself to have a certain class, here on the S. S. Thor; the kind of class that dictated uniforms for its employees, a marble waterfall in the front lobby, and seats just comfortable enough you thought waiting was a priviledge rather than an inconvenience. Mood music played in the background, a soft support for the continuous trickling roar of the waterfall, and the young men and women alternately on front desk duty were all pleasant, presentable, and in the white sleeveless cheongsam and changshan. Massaji Massaji was emblazoned across the underside of the desk, in brass -- one of the employees polished the letters every day before unlocking the front doors to the public.
In an offhand way, Sakura admired the overall look of Massaji Massaji, even if their advertising campaign left something to be desired. It gave the appearance of being a more well-to-do place than it was, thanks to careful management of funds and an artistic use of minimalism in all the rooms. Much like the one she was tidying up now, with it's three white walls, and the fourth one a giant lcd screen displaying a flock of flamingoes in the Thor zoo. The live zoo feeds were some of Sakura's favorite to have on in the background between "clients," though the scenary settings were decent in and of themselves. She preferred a little more immediate movement than was provided with "Snow Falling on Cedars," where if you were lucky, and paying close enough attention, you might catch sight of a deer, a disturbed, unhappy bear, or what someone else had called a Yeti.
All in all, it was the start of another shift at Massaji Massaji, and from the sound of things, it was starting off well enough for both herself and her fellow refugee.
After all, nothing was on fire. That had to be some kind of bonus.
What: Kamina and Sakura are working as massage therapists this month, and there are plenty of "one hour free massage" coupons floating around. Dare you take the offer?
When: Anytime during September! (Specify a date if you wish.)
Where: Massaji Massaji, on the S. S. Thor.
Warnings: PG-Ridiculous? idek if this needs updating I'll get to it. RIDICULOUS is key.
Notes: Action Threads/Prose/*aestricks*/interpretive typing, anything goes. Specify who you'd like to encounter in your subject line! Or both, if you trick out the guys running the front desk.
Massaji Massaji believed itself to have a certain class, here on the S. S. Thor; the kind of class that dictated uniforms for its employees, a marble waterfall in the front lobby, and seats just comfortable enough you thought waiting was a priviledge rather than an inconvenience. Mood music played in the background, a soft support for the continuous trickling roar of the waterfall, and the young men and women alternately on front desk duty were all pleasant, presentable, and in the white sleeveless cheongsam and changshan. Massaji Massaji was emblazoned across the underside of the desk, in brass -- one of the employees polished the letters every day before unlocking the front doors to the public.
In an offhand way, Sakura admired the overall look of Massaji Massaji, even if their advertising campaign left something to be desired. It gave the appearance of being a more well-to-do place than it was, thanks to careful management of funds and an artistic use of minimalism in all the rooms. Much like the one she was tidying up now, with it's three white walls, and the fourth one a giant lcd screen displaying a flock of flamingoes in the Thor zoo. The live zoo feeds were some of Sakura's favorite to have on in the background between "clients," though the scenary settings were decent in and of themselves. She preferred a little more immediate movement than was provided with "Snow Falling on Cedars," where if you were lucky, and paying close enough attention, you might catch sight of a deer, a disturbed, unhappy bear, or what someone else had called a Yeti.
All in all, it was the start of another shift at Massaji Massaji, and from the sound of things, it was starting off well enough for both herself and her fellow refugee.
After all, nothing was on fire. That had to be some kind of bonus.