Location
Maison d’Violette
10.00hrs.
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“...I apologize on her behalf. Myrilla is…difficult to deal with.” Mariarca replied, adjusting her glasses slightly. “I’ll make sure to reprimand her later, but I do hope you understand most here are not like that.” A quick head turn towards Katherine. “I’ve heard tell of your wandering hands, too, Miss Lindall. I advise you to continuing showing such restraint or you might find yourself being tossed off another airship. Let us try to avoid that, shall we?
 The headmaid sighed. “Regardless, I am glad to see you unharmed Eliz. If you ever have trouble with Myrilla or anyone, please inform me. It is partly my job to make sure every one of you behave and gets along relatively decently.”

“Hehe, well, if there is no other need for me, I’ll leave them in your care, Mariarca.” Viatrix bowed. “I must see to a few chores before the debriefing. I think I’ll be joining the recruits in the field in the next operation. Ta-ta~” Viatrix would pass by Eliz, giving the demon a friendly, if somewhat irreverent pat on the head as she’d walk by, disappearing further down the hallway.


“Pleasant day, Viatrix.” Mari nodded. “And yes, lets avoid blood oaths and swearing vengeance and the like. Now then…” Turning to the door, Mariarca would knock three times. There was the sound of something moving behind the door, something scraping across the floor as something heavy was dragged across it.

The door, then quietly opened.

[url=https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/k46acpeom7z.png]A somewhat gloomy looking blue haired maid with an eyepatch covering her right eye and a handful of bandages covering her face and fingers[/url] would peer out of the barely open doorway.

“Tiki, we need an emergency fitting and a dress.”

The blue haired maid didn’t respond, merely staring hollowlly at the Maids, before her eyes fell on Eliz. A subtle narrowing of her eyes followed as she’d open the door.

“...come in.” A quiet, soft, almost inaudible voice that seemed like it was both extremely tired and really didn’t want to do whatever it was it was about to do.  The interior of the room was vastly different then the rest of the Maison. A somewhat dark lit interior, lacking any windows or many sources of light. Dozens and dozens of looms for cloth weaving were scattered in haphazard manners across the entirety of the room. Loose threads and half finished garments littered the floor, hanging from various parts in the room as well and some even somehow hanging from the rafters.

Whatever had been heard being moved though, couldn't be spotted.

“...the rooms a mess. Didn’t clean. Haven’t cleaned. Should. Fitting room is over there. I’ll be there shortly.” The bit of emotion that was in Tiki’s voice earlier was now replaced with a monotone, dispassionate one as she’d direct them to a door. Inside the door was a much cleaner, and much more well lit area that seemed more suitable to guests. “Feel free to start if you want to finish faster. Please do.”

To Tiki’s credit though, many, many well made maid uniforms of all sizes were hanging pristine and finished on racks inside the room. Everything one would need for fitting, sewing, and making adjustments were also easily within reach.

“With your permission then, we will do the fitting. I understand you’re quite busy, Tiki.” Mariarca nodded. “Eliz, undress.”