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 Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2016 10:05 pm
Macaron looked at the map in his hoof, wide eyes unhappy. Granted, he typically always looked unhappy for one reason or another. The chef rarely needed a reason to be upset; the opportunities presented themselves. A fact that his sisters were irritated by.
Until yesterday. He had opened his door to find the two pegasus sisters standing on his doorstep with an envelope in mouth. Inside was a coupon for a "relaxing day" with some phony named Spellbound. She was some kind of relaxologist or some nonsense. Macaron didn't want to go. What was a complete stranger going to do to calm him down? But the owl eyed stares from his siblings broke his will, and he took the coupon with a sigh and an angry glare.
Macaron approached the cottage with apprehension, and knocked curtly on the door. He had no idea if they'd bothered to make an appointment. He wondered if they'd even considered it. They weren't the brightest.
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2016 6:25 pm
A very telling knock, if ever there was one. Spellbound wasn't a knock-reader (even by her standards, the prospect was silly), but that was a phony in need of relaxation. Her last client had left not five minutes prior, and thankfully, the studio was still set up. As she flittered out of the private alcove of her home, Spellbound re-lit the recently extinguished candles and headed for the door. Pulling it open, she offered the stranger a serene smile.
"Hello there. I am Spellbound- founder and proprietor of Phonyland's only haven for relaxology. I apologize for the studio presently connecting to my home, but I've not yet located a professional space which suits my particular needs."
She stepped aside, and gestured for the stranger to come inside.
"Please. Come inside. A spinal adjustment and massage do everyone well. Even the most agitated of spirits."
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2016 11:24 pm
When Spellbound opened the door, that's exactly what Macaron was for a moment. She was a lovely Flutter; and the chef had to blink a couple of times to rid himself of his sudden inability to speak. She apologized to him, and Macaron suddenly shook as if cold water had been dumped on his head.
"It's fine." he said gruffly, walking past her into the room. "Everyone has to start somewhere." He himself wrote his first reviews in a library because he didn't have internet at home, but that was neither here nor there. He smelled the faint burning left by the extinguishing of the candles, followed by the scent that they gave off once re-lit.
"I'm..Macaron Critique." he said, remembering that he hadn't introduced himself. "I'm not...familiar with what I'm supposed to do here actually. Never tried this sort of thing before."
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2017 1:00 pm
"Relaxology isn't well known, it's quite alright." Spellbound soothed, not at all offended by the lack of knowledge. Considering this fellow hadn't set up his own appointment, it was rather wonderful he'd shown up at all. Sad as it was, many phonies just didn't seem to appreciate the importance of relaxation. Taking the weight off their hooves, taking a deep breath... Spellbound was delighted to have what might wind up being a new regular. Or, at the very least, providing him with a new experience to tell others about.
"Would you mind telling me a bit about yourself, Macaron? I'll need to prepare the table for you. If you have preferences to scents or your music, I can accommodate those. Within reason." A bit of a joke, but there were things she didn't have in her studio. Those dreadful man candles, for instance. Or any of the ones claiming to smell of Cheeseburgers.
It was dreadful, really.
"And if you have any questions for me, please feel free to ask."Blue Eyed Melloon wow holy cow, so school utterly consumed me, I am SO SORRY. I haven't been RPing for a while, so please let me know if this post works for you!
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2017 11:31 am
A table? Was relaxology like, a message? Macaron didn't think Spellbound's hooves were big enough to do much.
"Myself?" he said, looking around and trying not to knock anything over. "I, uh I'm a food critic professionally. Write reviews for restaurants and cafes and the like." He left out the fact that most of his reviews were for negative than anything; it was hard to find a place that could keep him happy.
The scents question was hard. He knew that certain foods were pleasing to smell, but he seriously doubted that she had a duck confit candle. He thought quietly for a moment, then said "I guess...plant..smells?" He sucked in a breath, and tried to elaborate. "I know that bamboo is ramen smells nice, and lavender in a cake makes it seem light..." he trailed off lamely.
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