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maskormenacelogs2017-02-17 07:45 pm
missleadingquestions) wrote in maskormenacelogs2017-02-17 07:45 pm
Aloha, my happy west coast friends
WHO: Maya, Kaneda, and Riku
WHERE: Mauritia Falls; a tattoo parlor
WHEN: This, the week of our lord February 17ish
WHAT: After a long over-due hang out and shopping trip, old goals are remembered and favors with people's bosses are called in. It's time for these boys to get inked, and for Maya to make fun of them the whole damn time.
WARNINGS: language, probably, also Teens Making Poor Teenage Decisions that Probably Won't Kill them
[The day had started much like their last trip out; picking up yellow shirts for the caveman, snacks for all three of them, and the general obnoxious banter. But it'd been brought up early on during the day that Riku and Kaneda still hadn't gotten their tattoos and a few calls had them connected to one of J.J's old friends. Tattooing two imPort customers can be good for business, after all, and the parlor is close enough to the mall-- it works out by the magic of convenience, or something.
The parlor itself is everything they could expect it to be; various posters and prints of bands and other artists dot the walls like a fifth grader's stickerbook. Most of the artists portrayed are imPorts and one stands out-- at least to Maya-- Inanna. As such there's a lot of fancier imagery as well, but the team seems to be diverse enough that the god's face isn't the only one on the wall. Mixed in with the musical content are some kind of spiritual references, but it doesn't look as though the imagery revolves around one particular spirituality or another. In fact, some of the symbols seem to reflect logos and imagery used by other imPorts...
Being a well-established parlor there are also a number of open-doored rooms much like in a barbershop so that each artist or pair of artists is able to perform their practice with their preferred tools in a familiar space-- and potentially block off areas for handling more risqué tattooing. Which, god willing, there will be no needles near any genitals on this trip.
The team of tattoo artists on staff has two free and ready, one of them being the friend of J.J.'s.
That friend is a tall woman with bright eyes and gold makeup, a halo of golden-bleached curls frosting her afro, ink and gold make-up accents absolutely covering what of her body is visible past the parlor-appropriate T-shirt and jeans. (Ten dollars to guess whose face is on her shirt.) She gives them the name Karina and she and her assistant drag the trio to the rear-most room, equipped with two tattooing chairs and a number of stools.]
So, what'chall here for?
[Asks Karina in a distinctly out-of-town accent.]
And any y'all picky about which one of us does it?
[Maya, for her part, immediately claims one of the stools and plants her ass as far back on it as possible, still not convinced this is a good idea for herself but absolutely 100% here to encourage the boys into making ink decisions.]
It's just them, [she clarifies,] Go crazy.
WHERE: Mauritia Falls; a tattoo parlor
WHEN: This, the week of our lord February 17ish
WHAT: After a long over-due hang out and shopping trip, old goals are remembered and favors with people's bosses are called in. It's time for these boys to get inked, and for Maya to make fun of them the whole damn time.
WARNINGS: language, probably, also Teens Making Poor Teenage Decisions that Probably Won't Kill them
[The day had started much like their last trip out; picking up yellow shirts for the caveman, snacks for all three of them, and the general obnoxious banter. But it'd been brought up early on during the day that Riku and Kaneda still hadn't gotten their tattoos and a few calls had them connected to one of J.J's old friends. Tattooing two imPort customers can be good for business, after all, and the parlor is close enough to the mall-- it works out by the magic of convenience, or something.
The parlor itself is everything they could expect it to be; various posters and prints of bands and other artists dot the walls like a fifth grader's stickerbook. Most of the artists portrayed are imPorts and one stands out-- at least to Maya-- Inanna. As such there's a lot of fancier imagery as well, but the team seems to be diverse enough that the god's face isn't the only one on the wall. Mixed in with the musical content are some kind of spiritual references, but it doesn't look as though the imagery revolves around one particular spirituality or another. In fact, some of the symbols seem to reflect logos and imagery used by other imPorts...
Being a well-established parlor there are also a number of open-doored rooms much like in a barbershop so that each artist or pair of artists is able to perform their practice with their preferred tools in a familiar space-- and potentially block off areas for handling more risqué tattooing. Which, god willing, there will be no needles near any genitals on this trip.
The team of tattoo artists on staff has two free and ready, one of them being the friend of J.J.'s.
That friend is a tall woman with bright eyes and gold makeup, a halo of golden-bleached curls frosting her afro, ink and gold make-up accents absolutely covering what of her body is visible past the parlor-appropriate T-shirt and jeans. (Ten dollars to guess whose face is on her shirt.) She gives them the name Karina and she and her assistant drag the trio to the rear-most room, equipped with two tattooing chairs and a number of stools.]
So, what'chall here for?
[Asks Karina in a distinctly out-of-town accent.]
And any y'all picky about which one of us does it?
[Maya, for her part, immediately claims one of the stools and plants her ass as far back on it as possible, still not convinced this is a good idea for herself but absolutely 100% here to encourage the boys into making ink decisions.]
It's just them, [she clarifies,] Go crazy.
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Riku follows his friends inside, and instantly he's conflicted as to what he should be looking at -- there's so much. It's almost an overload of colour, but somehow, it meshes well, and the woman who greets them fits into it like she was made to be there. While Maya sits, Riku can't help but move around a little, check things out. Somehow he feels like Naminé might be as fascinated, or more so, than he is -- she's far more artsy than him, after all.]
I'm all right with anyone.
[He can't really speak for Kaneda, though he has a feeling his answer will be the same. To be fair, Riku knows nothing about art, not the way the people running this place surely do, but based on the pieces framed around the room and the binder of designs in protected sleeves, he knows he doesn't have to be worried about it, either. Apprehensive, perhaps, cautious -- if only because this is a first for him. But not worried.]