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Who| Pasha and Signless, Pasha and YOU~
What| Friend date, Open shop day, Out shopping and Networking party.
Where| See location headers
When| All through week four
Warnings/Notes| Choose your adventure! Pick a location or make your own up!

[Her Flat : Closed to Signless]

It had been devastating to watch him die. Probably more-so because she considered him a good friend. There was something undoubtedly uncomfortable about it, probably because he was back to fair health so quickly. But still. At least he was back and had his health. Some people in the districts didn't even seem to have that. Her flat was in a sleek upcoming part of the capitol best suited to the young affluent population. And what better way to celebrate than to invite a friend for tea?

The sound of the bell chiming was the signal for her to grin. "Turn on the hob." She ordered into the air, before going to answer the door. Pasha peered around the door, done out in her casual best and offering a wide grin. "You found it. I am so glad. Please, come in!"

[Supernova : Open to all]

The shop was doing bustling trade. Pasha was in there most days, dressed in clothing from the range available in the store and bouncing from shop floor to behind the counter. Tribbles were still a popular pet but they'd lost their vogue somewhat. Enough of a money spinner for her not to give up on the customisation yet but not the main focus of the oddities shop much longer. Anytime the door opened the customer or perhaps just curious wanderer would find themselves met with a blue-eyed bundle of curls and dimples and gushing happiness.

[Out in the Capitol : Open to all]

But as much as she enjoyed work, she enjoyed the benefits of her new found affluence even more. Never more than when she got to go out and about by herself. By nature the diminutive Capitolian was a little bit of a loner and she enjoyed her own company. She was just as happy sat at the front of cafes reading thick tomes dedicated to teaching herself more as she was hunting out more oddities for her shops.

It was just unfortunate that her heeled shoes had the habit of tripping her up when she wasn't paying full attention to where she was going.

[Capitol Party : Open to all]

Viewing parties had been a part of her life as a small child. Her mother, a district escort at the time, had often pulled her along to them in an appropriately fluffy frock to be oohed and ahhed over by her friends. Now as an adult they were a valued opportunity to network and get her shop a little better known. The social aspect of it didn't thrill her exactly but it had to be done if she wanted to further her business. And at least now she got to dress herself when her mother didn't butt in.

"Pasha Chekov." She introduced herself with a pleasant smile, all dimples and flushed cheeks, to anyone who was within range. "I don't beliewe we hawe met prewiously."

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A handful of the tributes had these things, and loved them.

Katniss wasn't much for pets. But she knew people who were. People who she felt she should probably be doing something nice for.

So she'd tracked this place down, and no was going to buy her first unnecessary Capitol thing.

They better appreciate this.

"Hello?"

"Good afternoon." Pasha appeared from behind the counter, smiling automatically at the door before her brain even got a chance to recognise just exactly who the young woman stepping into her shop was. Once she did her artifically bright eyes widened massively. Oh goodness.

"Miss Everdeen. What a pleasant surprise. Please, do come in." She gestured for her to step further into the shop, masking her nerves with pleasant smalltalk. "Is there anything I can help you with? I am the owner."

Putting on her 'entertaining' smile, she nodded politely at Pasha, glancing around the store as she indicated she was the owner. At home it was a matter of bartering for what you needed, rarely paying in cash, but little had a set price.

She had a feeling that buying things wasn't going to be near the same here.

"I came for the..." She gestured with her hands, shaping a little ball in the gap between them. "The furry...trebbles."

"They're ower here." Pasha stepped out from behind the counter, revealing just how tiny she actually was even in her high shoes, positively jingling with the chains and beads on her bangles. She gestured for the victor to follow her as she showed her a wall of tribbles of all different variations and colours.

"Were you looking for a certain type or colour? We do prowide a customised serwice but they take a few days to arriwe." She told her folding her hands and smiling at the odd collection of cooing beasts.

"Can you do orange? Like...sunset orange?"

Should she buy other tribbles too? Maybe she would see how this went first. She didn't want to fill 12 with them if she hated the things.

It was on the tip of her tongue to ask if they were edible, when she remembered that around here, that wouldn't really fly well. Moving up to the glass, she eyed one of the little fluff balls with trepidation.

"That could certainly be arranged." Pasha nodded in agreement, folding her hands in front of herself. "We will of course consult you when your tribble is ready to ensure that the colouring is correct."

She glanced at the other woman, silently wondering why she wanted the pet when she seemed so aloof the rest of the time. Perhaps she was lonely. "Would you like to try holding one?" Pasha suggested. "They're wery soft to touch. Hawe you thought about what size of tribble you would like?"

"They come in sizes?"

She looked at the ones in the cages, and now she was paying attention, she could see some size variation between them. Studying the little balls of fluff, she tried to imagine which size would suit Peeta, finally pointing to one of the larger.

"Can I hold that one?"

"Careful!" As she tripped, Ian reached out a hand to the woman so she didn't fall. "Are you all right?" he asked her, still holding onto her arm.

She was positively tiny even in her heels. "Yes. Sorry. Thank you!" The young woman was clearly flustered and embarrassed, righting herself and going very pink in the cheeks. "Thank you so much. You sawed my skin. I didn't see the sidewalk." Pasha smiled, cheeks dimpling as she did so.

He let go of her and smiled back. "I think it might have moved in front of you, just to trip you up," he joked, not wanting her to feel too embarrassed.

Pasha laughed, face breaking into a big grin. How silly. Who'd ever heard of sidewalks moving places? "Really though. Thank you so much. I would hawe looked so foolish if you had not hawe caught me. What is your name?" She would make sure to keep a note of if for the next time they met. Social circles ran wide in the Capitol after all.

He chuckled. "Any time." He was hardly likely to let women trip over if he could help it. It was just as well she was grateful. "It's Ian. Where are you headed?"

The days since his death in the arena and his return to life had been especially odd for Joly, and truly, he had found more terror in the first moments upon waking in that room. When one died, even when informed that they were going to come back, one still expected some laws of the nature they had known to apply, as stupid as it might have been.

The entire thing had badly shocked him so that, even in the days surrounding his first arena loss, he'd taken to a bit of wandering the Capitol, not particularly taking anything in just yet. It was as though his mind would not allow him that, which explained why, out and about, he happened, himself, to wander almost directly into someone else who seemed to be equally distracted.

"Oh, Mademoiselle!" He managed, reaching to offer a hand to steady the lady in question. "Please, allow me to apologize! I hardly intended to run straight into anyone who had fallen from the stars." After all, what else was her clothing to suggest but such a thing?

"Oh! No!" Pasha flustered almost immediately as was her habit. It had been her fault. She'd been that wrapped up thinking about whether it was viable to hire another person to run the counter while she worked the front of house in the shop that she had been in a complete daze. "I am so terribly sorry. I wasn't looking of where I was going and I was thinking and--" She broke off into an awkward laugh, trying to cover up the humiliation. She felt like such a ditz.

"I just wasn't paying attention. I didn't mean to bump into you." Although, she did silently take his comment about her clothing as a great compliment as she smoothed out an invisible wrinkle in her skirt. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" She asked, concern marring her sweet face.

"Oh no harm done, I assure you." Joly told her quickly, bright smile quickly lighting up his face. He saw no reason, after all, not to be friendly, when it had obviously also been one of his mistakes. "I confess I was not doing so much of that myself. The Capitol is...all a bit overwhelming, truly."

That was the best of ways to put it, really. It combined the things Joly found incredible in the good ways along with those he had found that he was not so crazy about.

He's dressed up to meet her, half because he's obligated to look proper when going out and half because he genuinely felt it appropriate. In keeping with Cinna's bird theme he's in a silvery-gray jacket with feather motifs embroidered down the back and arms. There's a bright red scarf at his throat to keep out the cold and, of course, his usual leggings.

"Really, the worst part of finding it was the cold. I'm still not used to temperatures like this."

He steps past her, taking a look around her apartment. He hasn't yet actually seen how a Capitolite lives -- admittedly, he's curious.

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