Day 49: Late Afternoon - Pearl's Beauty Salon Hair and Nails

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Meche couldn't remember the last time she'd had her nails done, if ever--it definitely would have been a long while even before the last time she'd had nails. Today was turning into the day for those kinds of things, it seemed like.

The salon was only about a block from the bookstore, so luckily she managed to stay pretty dry on the run over. Meche closed the door firmly behind her and smiled at the woman who rushed from the back to meet her. "Hi, I'm meeting a friend here," she explained, and sat down in the nearest chair to wait.

[for Donna]

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Meche waved that off with a big grin. Something about the way Donna just strode into the building as if she owned it--and Meche got the feeling that was Donna's usual way of entering a room--was infectious. If there were any more zombies tonight, they'd better watch out.

"Don't worry about it. I just got here a minute ago myself," she said. "How've you been?"

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"Pretty good," Donna decided with a shrug and a nod. She was getting unfortunately accustomed to the ways of the institute - expect the unexpected and all of that mess - but she couldn't say she'd been doing terrible for it. Nothing had been more fun than her recent acquisition of the Doctor's specs as ransom, and she was wearing something at least somewhat fashionable, so the week hadn't been an entire loss.

"What about you? Anymore run-ins with guns and roses?" she asked teasingly.

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Meche shot her a look that said she didn't really see the humor in that one. "No, luckily," she answered mildly as she got up. "But I did run into something else interesting, and I keep forgetting to mention it. Remember the shoes I was wearing that night? Another pair turned up in my closet, and they're bigger this time." She grinned again. "If they fit, they're yours, Cinderella."

The other thing that had shown up in her closet lately was a sword, but Meche decided she'd rather not kill the mood by mentioning it.

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Whoops. Donna had been going for lightening the mood with that one, but it hadn't been the first time she'd managed to more put her foot in her mouth instead. "Well, that's good then," she said, not trying this time to tease, but falling back into it with Meche's own quip, "So long as you promise they won't turn into a pumpkin or anything."

After a moment of picturing how much better she'd wear a gown than Cinderella, Donna smirked and looked further into the store. "Well, if you're ready to brave potential hairdressing zombies?" she questioned with a nod back.

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"You know, maybe that's what we should wish for. Think of how much healthier pumpkin would be than the meals they've usually got us eating." Meche wondered briefly where they could get a fairy godmother. Not that the silk stockings weren't magical all on their own (especially since they apparently fixed their own runs!), but she certainly wouldn't mind if they were all whisked away from the cellar.

"I think the real question is whether they'd be ready to brave us," she cracked as they headed forward to where the woman who'd met her at the door was waiting.

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"I'll take shoes to pumpkins anyway. You can always use fashion to cover up what you don't want showing, after all." Not that Donna did so on a regular basis. She was proud of what she had, even if she chose to diet. Never hurt to diet, now did it? Unless you were one of those crazies who went with those "all this, no that" ones. Idiots.

She gave a grin when Meche changed her wording and responded by turning to the woman who had better be prepared for them. "I trust you're ready?" she questioned, pulling out the coupon she'd already separated for use.

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"You're not kidding," Meche replied with a chuckle. She'd definitely learned that lesson over the last four years. Good tailoring could even coax curves out of a bare ribcage.

She rummaged her own coupon out of her coat pocket and handed it to the woman, whose assistant was coming out from the back too now. The woman--Pearl? She moved as if she was in charge around here--took it and led them over to two desks right next to each other. Meche took a seat.