[center][h2][color=lightpink]Simone[/color][/h2][/center]

Simone turned round, the candlestick she was struggling to fit in the holder slipping from her grasp. It rolled off the table, breaking in two on the floor. [color=lightpink]"Ah! I'm sorry! I'll clean that up right away!"[/color] she squealed, scooping up the pieces held together only by the wick. This wasn't an easy job with her stubby fingers. [color=lightpink]"And-And yes. I'll go help out."[/color]

She bowed, then scurried off to throw the broken candle away and fetch what she needed. As she rushed down the hallway with a hairdryer and one of her dresses from when she'd been human, a loud shout from the guest room made her wince. [color=lightpink]"I'm on my way!"[/color] she called, her ears pressed flat against the sides of her head. Sensitive hearing had its downsides.

Bundling up the items in one arm, she opened the door to see a Lopunny in the bathtub, wringing murky water from the fluff on her wrists. Even from several paces away, she could hear the frantic thrum of the girl's heartbeat. The new arrival had clearly been through a lot besides her transformation, which must have been traumatic enough.

[color=lightpink]"Umm... Greetings!"[/color] Simone bowed again. [color=lightpink]"I hope the dress is ok. It's nothing fancy, and it might be a bit loose, but I can try to take it in, if you want."[/color] She hoped it was at least close to what the guest wanted, but had a feeling it wouldn't be.

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[center][h2][color=palegoldenrod]Gabrielle Angouras[/color][/h2][/center]

As soon as Gabrielle climbed into the tub, it felt as if weights had been attached to her wrists and ears as her fur became waterlogged. She leaned back to ease the strain on her neck and arms, only to yelp as she lay on her tail. Twisting round only resulted in her hip crushing her ear, right where she'd stepped on it earlier. She swore and sat back up, resigning herself to the least uncomfortable position. Why did this body have to be so inconvenient?

This body... Now that all distractions were gone, the situation hit full force. Her fame, her lifestyle, even her humanity had been taken from her, all because of some ghost's cruel prank.

She couldn't just sit here and dwell on it. She reached for the shampoo, only for her wrist fluff to brush against a bottle of shower gel, knocking it over. As its contents spilled all over the floor, she groaned. This was the last straw. [color=palegoldenrod]"Did anyone get sent up or am I going to have to wait around all evening?!"[/color] she called, rubbing shampoo into her fur. She heard the squeal of a reply, accompanied by hurried footsteps.

[color=palegoldenrod]"About time,"[/color] she snapped as an Audino burst in, clutching a hairdryer and... a plain pink dress that looked like it could have been found in a thrift store? Was she really supposed to wear that? She scowled at the Audino's babbling. [color=palegoldenrod]"How very... minimalistic. Surely once you know who I am, you'll find something more suitable? After you've cleaned up that mess, that is."[/color] She pointed to the puddle on the floor.

[color=lightpink]"S-Sorry! I'll get started right now!"[/color] The flustered wreck of an Audino bobbed her head, leaving the items on the bed and fetching cleaning supplies. At least, Gabrielle thought, maybe she'd still get recognition from people here once they knew.

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[center][h2][color=magenta]Mira[/color][/h2][/center]

Mira couldn't sleep. She shifted this way and that, adjusting the pillows, but it was no use. The feeler on the back of her head throbbed as if metal wires were wrapping round and digging into it. Lying down put pressure on it, and she couldn't exactly turn her head because of the discs on either side getting in the way.

At the sound of shouts from the guest room, she grumbled and sat up. Florentine would worry, but she might as well intervene. The new arrival, traumatised or not, had no right to treat staff members this way.

The maid climbed out of bed, taking care not to stand up too quickly, massaging her pulsing ribbon, then her forehead. The four bow-like fixtures on her front twinged as she walked, though not as badly as her primary one. Nearing the guest room, she frowned at the voices issuing from it. Demands from the Lopunny, and panicked apologies from Simone.

With a firm knock at the door, Mira spoke. [color=magenta]"Ahem. May I remind you that you are a guest here, and I ask that you treat us with respect. Simone's doing everything she can to help you, so the least you could do is thank her."[/color]

Despite her tiredness, she tried to keep her tone sharp and alert. There were things the girl needed to understand.