M-Mister Gene?

[Meirin sounds nervous. Then again, she often does.]

The...baskets that we were working on for our new guests? Should I give them out to everyone who's...changed?

[After all, some of them don't seem to remember the Manor. In essence, making them new guests.]

...I don't think I have enough yet.

[Meirin + tray full of porcelain + hot tea can be a formula for disaster under the best of circumstances. But this week? A certain genius might have to apply the burn cream to her before it's all over with. Ahem ( Read more... )

Mister Sebastian, look!

[Meirin is glowing (not sparkling!) as she holds the mouse up by the tail.]

I'm fast enough to catch them by myself now! I don't even need to set traps!

[Traps that go horribly, horribly wrong. Meirin smiles and starts to continue, only to be interrupted by a loud grumbling ( Read more... )

[Man may work from sun to sun, but a maid's work is never done ( Read more... )

[It's getting cold.

No, let's correct that. It's been cold, now it's much closer to freezing. Meirin is trying her best to make it through the snow and back to the safe house before she, well, dies. Why she left in the first place ( Read more... )

[Yes, before anyone asks, that is Meirin. Sans glasses and...derp. It's not just her appearance that's different, it's her entire demeanor. Where she normally stammers, her voice is now steady. Determined.]Don't be sad, Finnian. I'll show them just what a servant of the Phantomhive estate is capable of ( Read more... )

[Behold: the biggest, fuzziest pair of ginger kitty ears you've ever seen. And they're the real deal.

Big surprise, I know.

But a maid of the Phantomhive estate with kitty parts is still a maid. And must tend to the guests accordingly.]

C-can I get anyone anything? Some tea or...or maybe even some cake?

[A pause before Meirin reaches up to rub ( Read more... )

[Meirin fidgets, staring down at her hands as she laces her fingers together. She's been practicing all day for this moment. Prom is such a foreign concept to her...but she rather likes the idea of it -- the dancing, the dresses, the...d-date ( Read more... )

[You can find Meirin on the beach with the surf lapping gently at her feet. Her usual maid's uniform has been switched out with a fairly modest swimsuit. But the inflated water wings on her arms seem to suggest that you can take the maid out of the disaster, but it's much harder to take the disaster out of the maid.]I-I'm afraid dinner might be a ( Read more... )

[Well here's one happy looking maid, apparently on break from her manor duties and the tending of queens and kings.]

Mister Sebastian!

[And she doesn't even stutter! This is a good sign.

The tiny little tuxedo that she's holding in her hands, complete with miniature white gloves? Not so good.]

I made this for ah--ah....Mr. Frog!

[Was that the ( Read more... )