Bonjour!
WHO: Cross Marian [crucifying ], Simca [migrational ], and any other of Cross's tenants who might happen by.
WHAT: Cross's new maid comes with plenty of surprises.
WHERE: Cross's place
WHEN: The day after the Queen's announcement.
Simca had never been the type of girl to take pleasure in sitting back and relaxing for more than a period of a few hours at most. She'd grown tired of how predictable her days had become in Rivelata. Even her daily A-T runs were becoming a bore without any other storm riders to keep an eye on.
Luckily, it was the Queen who brought the idea for her solution to her mind, and though the whole thing had made life a little bit harder by adding money to the mix, Simca was thankful, for it gave her the incentive to do something. That something was to go out and get a job.
Thankfully she managed to find one fast, long searches bored her, and only a day after the Queens initial announcement she found herself gliding on her skates down the street towards the home of her new employer. The job itself seemed to have plenty of perks. A nice place to stay, she could keep her blades on in the house, she now had something to do, not to mention the man who hired her himself seemed to be quite pleasant as far as she could tell.
Continuing on her way, she didn't acknowledge the stares aquired from the various people who had happened to see her as she rolled by. Not only was she wearing a strange pair of shoes with wheels on them, but her outfit was...honestly not what one would consider proper to wear in public, and surely not on a girl so well endowed as herself.
Then again, this was Simca we were talking about. By her standards this was quite a good bit of coverage. It was funny, upon seeing the way she carried herself, one would easily believe that she was simply naive, unaware of her curves and the outfit's obvious promiscuity.
It took her a while, but upon finally reaching the building she had been searching for, the pink haired girl smiled cheerfully and carefullly adjusted her headband as she made her way up the steps and straight to the front door. Luckily, by some twist of fate, she found that it wasn't locked.
Always the type to make a big entrance, she swung the door open, waved her feather duster in the air, and cried out...
"BONJOUR!"
WHAT: Cross's new maid comes with plenty of surprises.
WHERE: Cross's place
WHEN: The day after the Queen's announcement.
Simca had never been the type of girl to take pleasure in sitting back and relaxing for more than a period of a few hours at most. She'd grown tired of how predictable her days had become in Rivelata. Even her daily A-T runs were becoming a bore without any other storm riders to keep an eye on.
Luckily, it was the Queen who brought the idea for her solution to her mind, and though the whole thing had made life a little bit harder by adding money to the mix, Simca was thankful, for it gave her the incentive to do something. That something was to go out and get a job.
Thankfully she managed to find one fast, long searches bored her, and only a day after the Queens initial announcement she found herself gliding on her skates down the street towards the home of her new employer. The job itself seemed to have plenty of perks. A nice place to stay, she could keep her blades on in the house, she now had something to do, not to mention the man who hired her himself seemed to be quite pleasant as far as she could tell.
Continuing on her way, she didn't acknowledge the stares aquired from the various people who had happened to see her as she rolled by. Not only was she wearing a strange pair of shoes with wheels on them, but her outfit was...honestly not what one would consider proper to wear in public, and surely not on a girl so well endowed as herself.
Then again, this was Simca we were talking about. By her standards this was quite a good bit of coverage. It was funny, upon seeing the way she carried herself, one would easily believe that she was simply naive, unaware of her curves and the outfit's obvious promiscuity.
It took her a while, but upon finally reaching the building she had been searching for, the pink haired girl smiled cheerfully and carefullly adjusted her headband as she made her way up the steps and straight to the front door. Luckily, by some twist of fate, she found that it wasn't locked.
Always the type to make a big entrance, she swung the door open, waved her feather duster in the air, and cried out...
"BONJOUR!"