002: Un barbiere di qualità! (Backdated to after the Thanksgiving event)

[bravabarber]

Action: 2238 Stephens Road and around

(There's a package with Figaro's name on it on the doorstep. Confused enough by the sudden revival of the town (he's pretty much convinced that it's sorcery), he opens the parcel. Housemates and nearby neighbors will hear his high C of joy and triumph ring out throughout the house as he dances around his garden. He's hugging a pair of scissors to his chest as he sings out the following verse:)

Ah, bravo Figaro!
Bravo, bravissimo!
Fortunatissimo per verità!

Action: Barbershop

(And not too soon, for after he's regained his barber kit from home he gets an angry call demanding his presence at the local barbershop. Today there's a new barber in town Mayfield! And he'll happily sing and chat to you as he gives you the latest hairdo to make you look your best!

...too bad the latest hairdo for him is in the 18th century style, so don't be too upset if men end up with something likethis. Feel free to rant, rage and chase Figaro up and down Mayfield if you want.

He'll also happily greet his new colleagues at work!)

Action: Grocery store
(Figaro is searching for some ingredients to bake some Spanish Christmas cookies. People around will hear him hum and sing snatches of Spanish/Italian Christmas carols as he does so. Or you may catch him looking a bit annoyed as he searches for illusive pig lard. Yes, pig lard.)

Comments

That makes Figaro's day!

[bravabarber.livejournal.com]

(Oh, Spanish? Figaro loves you already. It's been awhile since he's spoken his mother tongue, and God does he miss it.)

Hallelujah, finally! Someone who can speak Spanish! I like you already, signore Calleo!

You certainly have an interesting life story. Were you part of a travelling band?

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[Crowe grins. How can he not like this guy?]

Ah, no, my parents moved a lot, due to work. So I've lived in a few countries and visited most of western Europe.

[bravabarber.livejournal.com]

They were performers then? You must've picked up a bit of their trade then, signore Calleo. Care to show me what you can do?

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

O-Oh, no, they deal in, um, antiques. I-I'm not much of a performer.

[bravabarber.livejournal.com]

((OOC: I don't know when the antique business started, but let's just say sometime later than the 1800s...sorry. OTL))

Antiques? Yet another contraption that appears in the future.

(Figaro shakes his head, slightly annoyed.)

It is very inconsiderate of our captors to kidnap me; not only am I abducted from my lovely Seville, I have become nothing short of the village idiot. All these new terms and objects drive me crazy.

(He throws his hand up in the arm, frustrated.)

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[[ooc - that's fine :P]]

Ah, well, see, I come from the year 2010, so this is the past to me. Um, what year are you from?

[bravabarber.livejournal.com]

The year of our Lord, 1772.

(He shrugs, looking slightly unhappy.)

As you can guess, it is a challenge for me to live here. My time is so far away from here.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

It must be such a huge adjustment. I can't even imagine it. Ah, but if you ever need any help, I can fill you in. It's closer to my time than yours, and plus I've been living here for a long time now.

[bravabarber.livejournal.com]

Gracias, mi amigo. I am fortunate to have a lady living with me who seems to know how things work, but there are really only some things men can understand!

(Figaro laughs and claps Crowe on the back.)