France | Francis Bonnefoy
09 July 2011 @ 03:57 pm
[Welcome, one and all, to the Kimono Dance Theater. It's truly a lovely establishment. There are cushions of the fluffiest sort lining the floor, and the scent of sandalwood permeates throughout the room. But, of course, there is the stage upon which the beautiful Kimono Girls dance.]

[The stage doesn't have curtains. It's a bit lower than France has grown used to--no orchestra pit, no secret passages for great machines--, but he's had a bit of time to adjust. Today, unfortunately, he isn't the star, but the light catches and caresses all the same. He moves slowly, deliberately, all the grace of his arts behind him, fulfilling his role as only the expert actor in him can.]

[Today, France is performing for the first time as a Kimono Girl.]

[It's the evening show, done in the twilight of the day and the first shadow of night. He's dressed in blue furisode with royal carts carried upon clouds and trailed by red flowers, a short train trailing after him as he moves. France is, privately, not entirely sure-footed in the wooden geta, but he does a good job of disguising his lingering mistrust for the wooden shoes as they perform the dance.]

[As the dance draws to a close, the Girls file off the stage, heads held high until they pass behind the sliding doors and into the darkness. For a few moments, the camera's view wobbles, like whoever was taping that is running low to the ground. The view goes through the door, and the sound of giggling can be heard. France comes into view, the wig from the performance removed and his usual sprawl of blond hair mussed from it. He's grinning widely, still wearing the make-up and clean-shaved for once. He looks utterly feminine--at least until he speaks.]


Thérèse, you naughty girl, I was looking for that -

[The 'Gear's focus fuzzes briefly before the feed goes out.]
 
 
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France | Francis Bonnefoy
[There is no other warning except, perhaps, your ears, which might pick up France's resounding, triumphant shout of -]

FREEDOM!!!

[The scene opens to a most happy France. Very happy, indeed. Yes, he's so happy, in fact, it appears he's decided to run through Goldenrod, laughing and trapezing about, a blond, cat-like tail swishing happily behind his stark naked body.]

[Yes, Johto. This is the infamous Republic of France, Nation of Beauty, Light, and, most importantly, Liberty.]

[He's somehow gotten blond cat ears; whether or not their fake is very hard to discern. He appears to be sparkling à la Edward Cullen, most obviously naked as the day he was born (although whether Nation are born or something else is unclear). Thankfully, it appears there is a conveniently-placed rose over his crotch, but that doesn't distract from the otherwise stark nakedness. In fact, it makes it even more apparent.]
 
 
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France | Francis Bonnefoy
17 November 2010 @ 07:47 am
[The screen opens to a smiling face. He's at work, and you can clearly see the Violet City Restaurant's kitchen behind him.]

So who else is excited for the winter holidays? I'm not sure if they're celebrated here in Hell, but nevertheless I've convinced my employer to let me do this.

[He clears his throat before gesturing wide, indicating the kitchen. Obviously, the 'Gear is propped up against something.]

As the Nation of France, I am an accomplished and expertly trained chef. I have worked the dinner rush at many a restaurant as well as the early morning preparations at artisan bakeries. My true passion, however, is making all manners of sweet things, especially chocolates and baked goods.

[He winks playfully at the screen, leaning forward to launch his marketing campaign. You can clearly see Marianne and David each eating a cookie cheerfully behind him.]

I am offering for a small fee my services to you all for the holidays. Would you like chocolates to give your lover or a pile of toffees to give your daughter? Or maybe you would like a Yule log to split among your friends or a massive tray of sugar cookies for a pot luck? Then, please, my dear friends, consider this France: no edible is beyond me so long as I have either a recipe or if I have tasted it myself!

I am attaching a text portion that includes prices and options for pick-up of orders to this post. If you feel so inclined, please do take a look, and feel free to ask me any questions.

[He winks flirtatiously, blows a kiss at the screen, and it winks out, leaving a text attachment for your convenience.]



So long as you have the recipe or I am familiar with it, you can order it from me. If you have specific instructions, please include that in your order (i.e. particular designs, specific intended use, food allergies). Depending on the size of the order, I will give you a time frame for when the order will be complete, and I will inform you via private text when it is available for pick-up from the Violet City Restaurant.

The price of all orders is done in weight by grams. The smallest order I can do is 100g, which is P300.
Weight (g) Price (P)
50 300
100 450
200 600
250 750 725
300 900
350 1050
400 1300
450 1450 1400
500 1600 1500
700 2100 2000
1 kg 3000 2500
2 kg 5000
In the event of bulk orders exceeding 3kg (3000g), price may be subject to further adjustment in favor of the customer.

I currently reside in Violet City and am unable to make deliveries outside of Violet. If, however, you have a pokemon capable of both flying and carrying your order, you are more than welcome to place an order. I will inform you via private text when your order is complete. Payment can be sent with your pokemon, which will be promptly sent back with your order.

Thank you very much, and I look forward to serving you!






((OOC: For those of you who use Imperial Units (i.e. ounces and pounds) for weights, this mun and France is also willing to convert measurements and prices for you and/or your character(s).))
 
 
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