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 Posted: Jan 4 2017, 09:43 AM
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Matchmaking wasn’t the only service Richard’s firm offered. Monthly they’d have a singles mixer for their clients, every day they provided relationship advice by phone or email, and last but not least they constantly offered wardrobe and cosmetic consultations as well. With the various promotions, deals, and specials they employed to get new customers, new faces were pouring into the office regularly. More clients meant more opportunity for Richard to shine, and a for a ball of energy like himself, he took it all in stride. He was so frequently ushering in new clients, getting to know them and their dating preferences, setting up matches and appointments… It was rare for Rich to have a spare moment to volunteer for extra fundraisers or events, but there was one project he found he could not turn down.

The idea was simple: offer a complementary makeover in the hopes that it would inspire new customers to sample some of the other benefits of their business. he would call a handful of random numbers from the phonebook, let the lucky person on the other end know that they had just won a free style overhaul, and book an appointment as soon as possible. It was a risky advertising move, as the bill went entirely to the company, but the marketing team was banking on the word-of-mouth value and social media buzz. And, most importantly, if they could get these client hopefuls into the office, they were one step closer to signing up for some services.

Surprisingly, most of the people who answered the call thought the offer was a scam - at a the every least, a poor prank. After a few hundred calls, Richard had spoken to a young lady who sounded perfectly lovely, if not a bit hesitant to accept. So it was a date! Or at least it was after Rich had convinced her it would be a good idea. A great idea even, if he did say so himself.

The day had come for their scheduled meeting, and Richard found it hard to pin down his excitement. He’d never done such a thing for a prospective client before - not to this extent anyway - so he had high hopes for this endeavor. He was planning to take Maia out to the boutique around the corner and then the hair salon down the street, if he thought it might be needed. He didn’t know what the woman looked like; he knew hardly a thing about her, save for her name, her number, and the fact she’d be in the office at 3 pm.

Richard’s nervous energy was about to get him entirely carried away with assumptions about the young lady when the receptionist finally called to notify him of her arrival. He sprung from his desk and in a flash he was in the lobby. She was a pretty young woman at face value, and much younger than he’d originally thought, but that would not stop him in greeting her warmly. ”Maia!” he called in a bright tone. ”Pleasure to meet you, I’m Richard.”

Along with his friendly introduction, he extended a hand for a shake - whether she expected one or not. Once finished, he gestured down the hallway, toward a posh meeting room where they could have a bit more privacy to chat. Makeovers were, after all, a personal affair and not everyone needed to be privy to their conversation. Maia seemed an amiable girl, if not a bit on the quiet side. She’d been the same on the phone but Rich figured he may do enough talking for the both of them. He breathed a sort of quiet chuckle to himself as he pulled out a comfortable chair for his guest. ”Have a seat," he said with that pearly white smile of his. Ever the gentleman, he’d take his own when the lady was settled. "I'd like to chat a bit before we get started. Do you have any questions?"

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 Posted: Apr 17 2017, 11:44 PM
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she would not show that she was afraid..

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In the time that Maia had been living as a human in San Francisco, there were a great many things she had learned. In fact the list was long, the knowledge so nuanced, that she hardly blinked at odd turns of phrase or terms she didn’t recognize. In those early days, a lot of what she had gleaned had come from television and films -- most of which she had late deemed inaccurate and thrown away. Then, through the university she attended, she had been introduced to the internet. That had been the turning point in her self-led education on what it meant to love as a human. She had been able to put names to the things she was now feeling in abundant amounts. While she would stoutly defend the emotions she’d felt as a star, they were nothing compared to the tumult she now dealt with locked away inside the human girl’s body. As a star, she had been vast -- a great mass of blue-hot gas -- and it seemed almost impossible to her that the infinitely smaller parameters of muscle and bone could allow her to feel things so much more strongly. Yet, the sense of rightness about that could not be denied.

Thousands of years had passed since she had burst into life in the galaxy and thousands more would have likely passed before her heat would have died away and she faded into particles unable to be seen by the naked eye. A human’s lifetime to feel these things were but a blink when shadowed by the span she would have lived as a star had not the darkness swallowed her world in one great yawn. Still, adjusting to them had been somewhat of an inconvenience. The one truth she had accepted before all others about her new existence was that humans, with all their multitudes of other curious traits, did not glow. Though her human body had done its best to adjust to the heat of the star spirit housed within it, it could not disguise the abnormal temperature to what would be considered a normal temperature. Even calm, Maia tended to radiated a heat much higher than the average. When her emotions were jumbled or one was running higher than it should have, that heat reflected in an almost halo of ultra-violet light. Easily disguised by the sun, but impossible to hide in the shadows.

It had made the girl so anxious, so impossibly suspicious of herself, that she had unintentionally done her best to make herself as inconspicuous and plain as possible. Her wardrobe was a bland mix of khakis and grays and other muted shades, loose fitting and non-attention seeking for the most part. It was, as one co-worker had laughingly told her, a bit boring. It had been the first time Maia had ever thought about her style choices beyond whether they were clean and relatively matched what others were wearing. She hadn’t thought the girl had meant anything untoward by the comment but it had made her that much more hyper aware of herself. Admittedly, it was only recently that she had rather begun to think that perhaps, maybe, she would like to be considered pretty or, at the very least, not boring. Though she reckoned that had more to do with have recently become reacquainted with someone that she would like to think those things about her.

Which was nonsensical, really, seeing as how that person couldn’t even see what she was wearing much less pass a judgment on it. Still, the thought had stuck, much like a piece of popcorn in her teeth, and irritated her to no end. So when she had received the offer of a free ‘style consultation’ (a term she had definitely had to look up in a search engine), it seemed as if the universe was trying to help her out. Too afraid that more comments would follow her other coworkers, she had refused to mention it to anyone. She had simply put in her request for the day off and not given a reason. Part of her doubted that anything would come of the consultation, but she had shown up at the appointed time anyway. Now, standing in the reception area of the office, she fidgeted restlessly and wondered if she hadn’t been a tad ridiculous in accepting it after all. But the man on the phone had been warm and pleasant and something about the whole exchange had put any thought of refusing completely out of her mind. She recognized the man who seemed to fly towards her by his voice -- it held that same warm, jovial quality somehow made even moreso by the face-to-face interaction -- though she couldn’t help the brief moment of panic in the face of so much boundless energy.

Her eyes widened briefly before a shy smile curved her lips. A duck of her head at the greeting sent a curtain of blond hair over her face that she quickly tucked back behind her ear and took his head before she could think better of it. Please don’t notice, please don’t notice, she pleaded silently, certain that her anxiety had made her skin take on that feverish quality that would worry most who weren’t used to it from her. ”Nice to meet you, too,” she managed to stammer out, perhaps a moment after it would have been appropriate to answer. Before she knew it, she was seated in front of him and utterly uncertain as to what to do too dazzled as she was by the brilliant smile he had flashed her. Less than five minutes in his company, and Maia was confident she had never met anyone quite like this person.

”Questions? N-no, I don’t...think so?” Her fingers picked that the twill of her pants nervously. Ought she to have questions? If she was being, she likely did but none seemed to come readily save for one. ”Except...how do I...will you make me less boring?” The blurted question sounded absurd even to her own ears and she could feel the flush creeping up her neck for even asking it.



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 Posted: Sep 26 2017, 10:22 PM
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Given the opportunity to shine, Richard would not back down. His ambition was matched only by his enthusiasm; if Rich committed to something, he put all of himself into it. Whether it had been his job or his search for Giselle, the incognito prince was dedicated to say the least. The young woman who had accepted the promotional offer was about to see Richard at his best. Beaming, he greeted the young woman with the utmost courtesy. Her touch was warm - he might even venture to say it was hot - but he chalked it up to nerves. Makeovers were serious business, were they not? He was prepared to advise as well as reassure her, to guide her through the process with confidence as well as care.

The latter seemed to be the more dire need at the moment, as Maia sort of skittishly responded. Her hesitance did not surprise him but the question that came, soft and stuttered, from her mouth. It was a rather specific request, though not entirely unheard of in this business. His wide smile melted into a more sympathetic one. "I find most people who come in for consultations are hardly ever boring." Quite the opposite: he found the ones who had turned down the offer to be the ones too comfortable in their lives to take a chance on something potentially life-changing. Such was standard practice for the common folk - he should have foreseen the challenge in his quest. His attention was pulled to the outfit she'd come in; it was a bit muted, yes, but not without taste. That, at the very least, he could work with. "On the contrary, most are simply looking for better ways to express themselves." Whether it was suggesting better conversation starters for a date or a better color palette to bring out the blue in her eyes, he was happy to provide. "That's where we come in," he said, referring to the firm as a whole (though it would not be entirely out of character for Richard to use the royal 'we').

He relaxed into his chair a bit, perhaps to inspire Maia to do the same. Make no mistake - he was just as interested now as he was a moment ago. But he also needed the blonde woman to be comfortable when he began, and - as some might say - he often came on strong. His methods might be excessive and they might be effective, but if he didn't handle the situation with care, he might just scare her off before they'd even started. "Now for my questions," he began, practicing as much caution as he could. He meant to subtly assure here he would go easy on her. "Would you tell me a bit about yourself?" It was better, in his experience, to allow the client to open up on their own. He might provide a few guiding questions, but her answers would be more telling if they went unadulterated by his own perspective.

"And something about your wardrobe: what kinds of pieces do you gravitate toward, and what are your priorities - comfort, utility?" He went on, in an attempt to stay on course for their meeting. He did not venture into the realm of romance just yet, though it was his job to do so eventually. First he needed to learn about his prospective client, in order to better guide her mini makeover. If he was hired to arrange a date for her as well as a new outfit, well, he wouldn't complain. But he mustn't rush: if it was meant to be, it would come in time.

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 Posted: Feb 3 2018, 04:28 PM
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In those early days of being human (once she'd gained a bit of control and was no longer glowing like something dipped in toxic waste) all Maia had wanted was to blend in. Still even now, more often than not, she wished to simply fade into the background. It hadn't been a conscious decision when that desire had extended to her wardrobe. The neutral colors of her choices less an intention than it had been simply what she'd gravitated to. Bright, bold colors and patterns were beautiful to look at but had made her self-conscious when she'd tried them. She was a bit envious of those people who wore them with such confidence, such seeming self-assurance in the face of how much they drew the eye. Then again, those people likely weren't hiding a secret either. Maia knew the less she stood out, the better, for how often her emotions tended to get the better of her. One momentary loss of control and her skin would glow bright as a streetlamp. A terrible thought to consider, even hypothetically, but made worse by the idea of being clad in something like the vivid pinks and striking violets she sometimes saw.

At the end of the day, Maia would much rather avoid notice than risk it no matter how beautiful a piece of clothing looked. The idea of the blandness of her usual attire somehow translating to how she was received as a person was, however, quite off-putting. She'd heard before that impressions, especially ones based off physical appearance, were far more lasting than they had any right to be. While the star hadn't devoted much more thought to her own appearance other than in how to protect herself, she also hadn't considered how much 'blending in' would create unwanted distance between herself and others. There might have been no virtue in being plain but neither was there anything particularly wrong with it either. Ever since her co-worker's offhanded comment, the young woman had been consumed by such thoughts. At once both resistant to the thought that she was somehow fallacious in her thought process and worried that, in her pursuit to go one unnoticed, she had made herself an undesirable person to befriend. Did one's clothing have such a power?

If she had been brave enough to mention such thoughts to any one of her friends they likely could have disabused her of the notion -- and quickly, at that. Mentioning it to Richard at all was evidence of just how much the idea concerned her. His reassurance warmed her cheeks almost as much as the embarrassment of even voicing the idea had. Maia was quietly grateful to the man (whom she decided that she quite liked, even if his energy unnerved her) who was dressed very well himself, though she wasn't entirely confident in his assertion. Which was silly, she thought to herself, reminding herself that she had come for exactly the reason he had stated. While she could never see herself in anything very vibrant, she would very much like to...how had he put it? Express herself better. Though, a feat more easily accomplished if she knew how to express herself in the first place. Maia loosed a breath, momentarily at a loss as to how to answer his next question.

"I work at the planetarium?" She offered feebly, worrying her bottom lip. "And I...attend classes at a college." Tucking blonde hair behind her ear, she shifted awkwardly, trying to think of what else he might like to know. The questions that followed were easier, but only a little. "Both," she nodded, certain of at least that. "Utility...and comfort. Is--is that possible? I like things that are simple and functional and can be paired with multiple things but....well, I find it hard to focus if I'm wearing something uncomfortable." It was the most words she'd spoken at once and Maia realized belatedly that she hadn't breathed once, her words rushing out of her at the end before her lungs forced oxygen back into her body. Her expression turned sheepish as she tried to smile through the awkwardness. "I don't know if that makes any sense at all."



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 Posted: May 10 2018, 04:34 PM
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Richard took mental notes as best as he could while stewing some initial ideas, based on appearance alone. A new color palette was certainly needed, it was just a matter of how he would go about it - adding just enough interest without it being too much. She didn’t want to be boring and likely didn't know how to be otherwise - a classic conundrum, and one he was prepared to face. How to catch someone’s eye without catching the eyes of everyone they passed was just what he intended to show Maia today. The mere suggestion had started the gears turning, and he was already itching to go downstairs to test out some richer colors against her complexion. But first, he needed to listen... 

One’s occupation was the standard response when he asked someone to speak to themselves. Here, in a land without titles and classes in the sense he was most used to, he had to grow accustomed not to lead with that information. A "job" was a fairly new concept to him, but for these people, it was something they usually prided themselves in. Something that caught their interest, something they believed worthy to spend their time on. He nodded along, congenially smiling at all the right moments and asked an occasional follow-up question. “Oh, what do you study?” 

Something related to the planetarium perhaps, space, stars... Richard never fancied himself an academic but it was useful to know that she was one. A woman of science who needed focus, comfort, someone who likely valued simplicity over style. It was plain that she was not necessarily devoted to trend and fashion, but he might be able to provide an update that didn't skew too avant-garde. For a young woman who seemed to not even want to raise her voice, attracting too much attention was out of the question. "That makes perfect sense, fear not," he assured her. Indeed he had gotten a fairly good first impression of the issue at hand.

"What I gather is that you're in need of a little fashion pick-me-up, but you're not sure how to go about it." Presumptions aside, he said that much in a sympathetic tone, just lighthearted enough not be read as pitying. She was nervous, that was plain, and a little unsure - but her willingness to be here already spoke volumes to the type of change she was looking for. "Luckily that's where I come in," he continued. "We'll head downstairs, I've got a dressing room booked for you in a boutique around the corner. From there, we'll talk about cut, style, color." He nodded his head along with the emphasis of that last word. The gears began turning again. He was always a fan of burgundy and navy, but he needed to see what she herself gravitated to. He swore to himself he'd only lead her away from the pastels... "How does that sound?" he asked before rising from his seat. They could chat more in the elevator ride down, and he looked forward to it, for it would further illuminate how to guide her in the right direction. 

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