Charles
Allister never knew a place like this existed on the island. It kind of didn't surprise him, since he already knew how much Amelia loved appealing to her guests. A fancy place to pimp out yourself and your pokemon didn't seem like something she'd forget about. Still, he'd had no intentions of going in, as Arcana vowed that no one other than his trainer may tough his head spikes, and Allister himself didn't let anyone but his ghosts touch his hair. *But* A new friend of his, Magician, his dragapult, mentioned wanting to check the place out. Wanting to honor his wishes, the young gym leader had dragged himself over here, somewhat slowly, and walked inside.

It was, surprisingly busy, guess a bunch of people wanted to look fancy. "A-alright Magician, have fun," He said, releasing the dragon-ghost type for her to wander about. He, meanwhile, lingered away from everyone else... Though that didn't exactly stop them from looking at him. A strangely dressed, mask wearing boy, with a gengar and dragapult around him seemed to draw some people's attention. The only people not *Rudely* Looking at him, were a group of kids on the other side of the room.
Jamie
Iris bowed down to Red giving him a wink and taking Alsephina's pokemon afterwards. Walking in the salon, was vast, but it would be if it was place for both people and pokemon. Stylizing and even spoiling your pokemon was popular nowadays. 

The employee blinked, pushing up his glasses he didn't expect the volunteers to be a bunch of kids and he didn't expect to have to work with them. Perhaps they should've specified in the ad about an age restriction. It was careless. The young man introduced himself as Franco, he first gave them a tour around the place, hoping they'd be attentive. It's not that he doubts them it's just that they're..*Kids*. Maybe the one with the Red cap will listen. As he talked, Iris's eyes wandered she glanced at the booklets they were given making sure they were given the right ones. 

The door opened and she glanced back seeing a small boy (he was so much smaller than her!) dressed all fancied up plus an interesting... Looking mask. Among the group Iris quickly interrupted, "Excuse me!" She didn't really mean to she just didn't want to keep them waiting. "We have a customer!" 

Groaning, Franco looked at the three of them crossing his arms. Boy did he seem rash. "Well what are you waiting for? Go help the..." He squinted from the distance looking at them. "Go help the little girl one of you!"
Jonathan
After entering in the salon, Red could tell that one of workers didn't enjoy their presence. From the way Franco was speaking, the capped boy knew that the guy wanted to get this tour over with. With the pamphlet in his hand, he glanced at the booklet and back at the employee, making sure to pay close attention. He didn't want to make a bad first impression at Franco. 

Hearing the door ring, he turned to see a masked youth enter the salon. Once he heard Franco asking them to accompany the pale raven haired boy, Red stood in place. Staying close to Iris, he signal Phina to walk to Allister.
Catherine
The place smelled of sweet perfumes, and soap! It was definitely a way to relax Pokemon and humans alike. Both had closed eyes and small smiles on their faces as someone else attended to them, be it washing their hair, drying, or simply giving them nice pets. She found the place to be *Wonderful.* She would be helping with that! "You two shall also be part of this! It looks, smells, and *Feels* So relaxing." She nodded up at the two. Phina picked up on the subtle thoughts around; they were much better than those that were in the plaza. 

Not everyone had the same serene thoughts; Franco was an exception to that rule. Phina remained quiet as she let her new friends announce why they were here. She took in the surroundings as they went around. With a little bell that went off at the door, Phina was sure that meant someone came in. This petite child with a style that reminded her of home...! Immediately it was *Time.* She stood there still as a statue, her eyes wide as she did, well, the Alsephina Thing. When Franco told them to go help the child, she felt one detail was wrong. "Mister Franco, he is not a girl." She said, looking up to him. "Forgive me for correcting you." She then said. She noticed Red's signal and went over. 

"Greetings, welcome to the salon!" Hazel eyes gazed into purple. Phina was doing it again... Just not for long this time. She blinked. Then, she bowed. "If you would please follow me, we will tend to you shortly."
Charles
He was about to head out, and either come back for Magician later, or the dragon-ghost could find him on their own. But that was before someone noticed him there, mistaking him for a customer! Hold on, wait! He wasn't here to buy, he was here for-
*"Go help the little girl one of you!"*
"I b-beg your pardon," Allister asked, somewhat bitterly. Eh, well, he wore his lolita outfit today, so not like it came out of nowhere. He frowned, scowling at the worker behind his mask before he turned to leave. Then, a voice, one he definitely never heard before, stopped him on his way out. He turned back around to look at her, as she walked up to him. She was... Staring... At him... Intensely...
Allister didn't like this- Not at all.
"Um... Ummmm..." He froze, looking up at her eyes, seemingly paralyzed. "I... I..." I can't do this, was what he wanted to say. Immediately, Allister stepped behind Arcana, who was still in the solon with him. But then Arcana teleports *Behind* Allister, giving the boy a nudge. He crossed his arms, mostly to close himself off, as he felt the weight of her looking at him. She kept walking closer, and closer, asking if he would follow her... And well... While he did the Allister thing... Curl up in a ball and hide.
Only thing is... He was blocking the door-