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- Warning: I think I don’t need a warning…I think???
- Summary: Safety comes, unlooked for, in the darkness
- Disclaimer: Sherlick is property of the BBC. The song this is based around is property of Frightened Rabbit.
- Summary: Ryo couldn't get over why his groups are against each others..
- Prompt: Nika doesn't believe in werewolves. Except lately, he can't help noticing that Yokoo's hair gets wilder around the full moon, that Yokoo's fang tooth gets more pronounced, and his temper even less predictable than usual. A bit of not-so-subtle asking around turns up the additional fact that Yokoo has stopped biting people during sex.
18 Aug 2010
The biggest kiosk in the mall recently converted to selling makeup. It's a kiosk, though, so it's still so small that it's impossible to look at the contents without attracting the attention of the salespeople. In fact, in that particular kiosk's last incarnation as a vendor of spa products made with Israeli sea salt, you couldn't even walk near them without being attacked by people wanting to offer you skincare.
I find it hard to imagine that this works for them, though. I mean, in normal Finnish stores, the salespeople don't accost you and ask if you need any help. The salespeople keep to themselves and let you accost them if you need anything, as a general rule, except in the stores where they hide from you on the salesfloor and abandon the cash register at a run if they sense a customer approaching it. Obviously the last example is a negative, but surely the other ones can't be a coincidence, right? I've always assumed that the reason Finland is the Land that Customer Service Forgot lies in the culture. A standby joke about Finns is that you can tell they're outgoing if they stare at your shoes when you talk. They eschew small talk. They don't smile when they take your order. And their national ideal is a cabin in the woods that's so isolated you won't be disturbed by the sounds of your nearest neighbors (I think there's a song about this). (Or, according to Wax's dad, so that you can wander around naked in your yard without being observed.)
For a couple of years now I've had a hankering for a lime or chartreuse-colored cream nail polish (with absolutely no sparkle), and I saw some at this kiosk, but I can't buy it because approaching a kiosk with products that don't have pricetags and being accosted by a facer with a sales speech is, for me, akin to sticking your entire hand in a hill of fire ants. Meanwhile, the same month it showed up (June), the makeup school and nail salon that I walk past on my way to downtown put up a huge display of nail polishes that includes the desired color, but with no information at all. It's not even clear if you can buy it from them by the bottle or not. Meanwhile, I haven't managed to find the color I wanted in the stores I usually visit or even Cybershop (which came the closest). It's hard even for me to believe that I could require several months just to get around to investigating the makeup on offer at Wiklund, and I'm used to a lifetime of not getting around to things. (I've also been trying to get around to buying a hot glue gun for over a month now. Can you buy those at Clas Ohlson, anyway?)
I find it hard to imagine that this works for them, though. I mean, in normal Finnish stores, the salespeople don't accost you and ask if you need any help. The salespeople keep to themselves and let you accost them if you need anything, as a general rule, except in the stores where they hide from you on the salesfloor and abandon the cash register at a run if they sense a customer approaching it. Obviously the last example is a negative, but surely the other ones can't be a coincidence, right? I've always assumed that the reason Finland is the Land that Customer Service Forgot lies in the culture. A standby joke about Finns is that you can tell they're outgoing if they stare at your shoes when you talk. They eschew small talk. They don't smile when they take your order. And their national ideal is a cabin in the woods that's so isolated you won't be disturbed by the sounds of your nearest neighbors (I think there's a song about this). (Or, according to Wax's dad, so that you can wander around naked in your yard without being observed.)
For a couple of years now I've had a hankering for a lime or chartreuse-colored cream nail polish (with absolutely no sparkle), and I saw some at this kiosk, but I can't buy it because approaching a kiosk with products that don't have pricetags and being accosted by a facer with a sales speech is, for me, akin to sticking your entire hand in a hill of fire ants. Meanwhile, the same month it showed up (June), the makeup school and nail salon that I walk past on my way to downtown put up a huge display of nail polishes that includes the desired color, but with no information at all. It's not even clear if you can buy it from them by the bottle or not. Meanwhile, I haven't managed to find the color I wanted in the stores I usually visit or even Cybershop (which came the closest). It's hard even for me to believe that I could require several months just to get around to investigating the makeup on offer at Wiklund, and I'm used to a lifetime of not getting around to things. (I've also been trying to get around to buying a hot glue gun for over a month now. Can you buy those at Clas Ohlson, anyway?)