nightcrossed: (Proud Maid)
I wonder if that's why I took to waitressing so easily. At the time, I didn't think much of it, but it seemed almost natural, as if I had held a similar job once before.

The customers would often watch me... Does a servant possess the air of a servant? I guess I am rather plain, now that I think of it.

[Private; moderately hackable except for strike-throughs.]
In any case, it would explain a few things. Why else would I remember the layout of Baticul Castle so well? The soaring ceilings of the throne room and entryway... There was a library with a large globe and a stairway leading to the upper shelves of a large bookcase; the walls were lined with family portraits. The princess's room had soft couches, and a silver tea service. There was a teddy bear, too. It was incredibly fancy and expensive-looking... I recall that there was an occasion where one of the maids lost the king's seal. I went looking for it, and a cute cat brought it to me in the library.

...There must be a reasonable explanation.
[/Private.]

Even taking all of that into account, I can't imagine why I... even after what happened...

Anyway. I apologize if there's anyone who misses me at Cafe Demois. I recently applied to be one of the town's patrolmen. If something's troubling you, or you witness anything suspicious, please inform one of us. We're here to help, after all.

((OOC: Tear remembers the Proud Maid sidequest and as a result has come to the conclusion that she was actually employed as one of the castle maids. Ouch. Sure the outfit's lovely, and she knows her way around Baticul Castle well enough, but... she didn't ask for this. Last 1% from Oktoberfest spent on the Proud Maid sidequest. If anyone can see game stats, it's her current title. 14% total, 3% remaining from Halloween.))
nightcrossed: (maid!Working)
[It's around closing time at Cafe Demois and if any of the remaining customers were taking note, one of the waitresses was not being her usual polite and proper self. Actually, she was being especially quiet. Had she looked anyone in the eye recently or asked if they needed another cup of tea or a coffee? Well, probably not.

In fact, Tear had been scrubbing on the same table for precisely twelve minutes and eighteen seconds. There was the lingering issue of the recent disappearances of several friends to be sure, but there was also
that... Well, at least with a little time, she could only assume the latter would simply go away.

She is obviously preoccupied with her thoughts. The table, on the other hand, is a gleaming piece of work. It probably hasn't been this clean in months, if ever. Interrupt? Yes / No]
nightcrossed: (Headtilt)
(Mun notes: Obligatory cafe post it is. Tear has used the remaining cherry blossoms to try some new recipes which will be served at the cafe for the next week or so. We've got the sakura tea, sakura tea soup (it's a dish with vegetables and rice; adding hot water/tea causes the cherry blossoms that decorate it to bloom, it sounded pretty neat) and sakura mochi (rice cakes). Google them! For the less brave there's a cherry blossom cake that doesn't actually have the flowers cooked into it, but they decorate it for effect. Nothing too complicated, although I can't guarantee the taste - that's up to you. Next time we will be returning to the use of fruit (strawberries and apples, preferably) thanks to suggestions from Mokona and Cooro. And because Tear likes apples (and milk). Apple ice cream maybe? Overachiever. Pfff.)

[So where is she now? Tear's already in her maid waitress uniform about an hour before opening time. The lights are on and the front door is unlocked already. She's sitting at a table near the windows, polishing her weapons and watching her birds twittering around outside. Yes, her birds. (They're not really hers, they're wild birds, but that won't stop her from looking out for them since they're cute.) She appears content, and is probably even smiling a little as she watches them. Basically she's distracted.]

[Hymn #21]

May. 9th, 2009 10:08 pm
nightcrossed: (Unreadable)
Well, that wasn't so bad. I could have done without sweeping, but learning the proper way to prepare tea was interesting enough. I never knew it was such a complicated process or that I had been doing it completely wrong all this time. It's a little embarrassing... I guess I'm not very graceful...

[Tear conveniently leaves out the part about her shoulders, arms, and fingers being stiff from working all day. You might not want to touch her. (You probably shouldn't either way.)]

I've been thinking on things again. It seems like some of the residents are trying to make a new life on this island and others are clinging to the past they can't remember...

What do I want to do? There doesn't seem to be a right or best decision.

Do I want to search for yesterday's me?
Or do I want to simply start over?
Or do I want to incorporate aspects of both of those people?

The problem is not knowing who I was or what I did. There's the possibility that I won't even approve of her (ie. the person I was) after meeting new people and experiencing different things here. At the same time, however, I don't think I can abandon her. Not only is she directly related to the person I am now (...I mean, she must be, logically speaking...), but there's also the fact that I will inevitably remember who she was and what was important to her. As for both? I don't know. I have no desire to contradict myself and I feel that's entirely possible. Then again, I've probably said hypocritical things already.

I have to wonder if people are waiting for me back home. I keep dreaming about Van. What would my brother be doing if he was in my situation, and has he even noticed my disappearance? (Do we even disappear?)

There's not much point in worrying about it, but it's difficult to ignore questions like this.

Anyway.

Mokona suggested that I try a fruit dish next. I was leaning towards pineapples or strawberries since I experimented with apples last time. Does anyone remember any of their favorite dishes from home?

Also, it seems like a family of birds have made a nest in one of the hanging baskets outside the cafe. They're really lively and seem to be singing all the time. I think the eggs will probably hatch soon. (I'm no expert, but...) Please be mindful of them if you visit the cafe, since I don't want them to abandon their eggs. I bet the chicks will be really fluffy and adorable. <3
nightcrossed: (maid!Working)
[[OOC: This and subsequent entries take place after the hiking thread (which is still going on, as far as I know) And her maid outfit is as close as I can get to a cafe uniform so, enjoy.]]

[Tear sat at one of the cafe tables with a sheet of paper and a pen, comprising a list. The room was mostly vacant and the atmosphere relaxed. The restaurant's manager had set her about the task of coming up with ideas to attract more customers, and she was brainstorming dutifully. It didn't hurt that an influx of customers brought with it the potential for tips, which she didn't particularly need, but were bound to be useful eventually for lessons or supplies.

So far she had written down the obvious: extending the menu, lowering prices, advertising, offering some form of entertainment, following some sort of theme which might be popular with the other residents (or maybe switching themes every week so that returning customers would have something to look forward to). It had also crossed her mind that hiring more staff members might draw a larger crowd - after all, there was only so much she could do by herself, and she didn't much want to run herself ragged if it could be avoided. Although, it was fairly obvious that Tear was the type to do just that unless someone convinced her to stop.

Tear paused in her work long enough to adjust her headband and help herself to another sip of tea.]

[Hymn #7]

Mar. 16th, 2009 09:34 pm
nightcrossed: (Proud Maid)
Even with the addition of a heavy coat and winter clothing, it's still horribly cold out there. (Thank you so much for that, Fay-san. You're too kind.)

I couldn't bring myself to miss my first day of waitressing, so I went, but there doesn't seem to be anyone much out and about in this mess. It's hardly worth it, and I get the feeling that I will regret making the journey after a few more days of it. Oh well, it's better than being stuck in the room all day.

That said, for those that are unwilling to leave the apartments (and everyone else, too, for that matter), a few others and myself are offering door-to-door tea service. I can guarantee it's hot, so if you'd like a cup on the house, just let one of us know and we'll bring it up for you.



I wanted to do something for everyone, and this was all I could come up with...

[OOC: Fay loaned her money... she probably spent $50 on warm boots w/o heels, $50 on a warmer outfit with SLEEVES, $100 on a nice, heavy coat, and another $50 on tea for everyone.]

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