116. Made [action/written]

[corrinesbell]

I'm going to the store today. Is there anything I should bring anyone?

[It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood cold day in Luceti.

Sheena got up this morning - no longer small, or even remembering that she had been small - and did all of her usual tasks in the house. And now she's out and about, ready to do all the other houses she usually does.

So if you live (permanently or temporarily) in houses 6, 8, 12, 19, 23, 42, 44, 49, or 56, Sheena is coming to clean as she does every other day, and has done since offering her services to each of you. Others may find her at the grocery store, or on the street, carrying a bucket of supplies and a broom but wearing no coat]

[[ooc: The AU that didn't live during the event itself - Sheena has been Zelos' personal maid at home for many years. She believes he gave her permission to work for other people here too as long as she was home on time to make dinner; she's not much of her usual self in terms of outward personality either, being all subservient and polite to most people now.

And she's always in that maid outfit.]]

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[corrinesbell]

[soon enough, the sound of cooking and the smell of his favorite breakfast will fill the living room too]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[Mmmmmmmm, that smells good. He can't help but peer in.]

[corrinesbell]

[she's busy making quiche with bacon in it.

The table is already set.]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[He's pondering how she knew he liked that for breakfast, anyways. He doesn't remember telling her that.]

[corrinesbell]

[she knows everything that might possibly put him in a good mood.]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[Holy shit. He could get used to this if the sheer thought of a subservient Sheena didn't unnerve the heck out of him.]

[corrinesbell]

[Well. She's used to him. Things go better for her if he's somewhere close to happy.

She turns around from the stove and almost drops her frying pan in surprise]

You're early this morning!

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Oh! Sorry, it smelled good, so I was sneaking a peek.

[corrinesbell]

There's no need to apologize, M-Master Zelos.

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

It sounds so weird when she says that.

Right, right.

[corrinesbell]

[back to the cooking. He should know he's free to sit down whenever he chooses]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[Well, he's figured that out, at least. Well, he now knows exactly what he'll say to Sheena once this experiment is over.]

[corrinesbell]

[and what might that be?]

What would you like to drink this morning, sir?

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

["I'm sorry about the pasta, but never, ever, call me that again."]

Uhh, surprise me.

[He's adding sir to that statement, too.]

[corrinesbell]

[The food almost goes flying again. She hates when he says that. Hates hates hates it. It never ends well for her. ...But fine. Surprise him.

In a few minutes, his quiche, some toast, some melon, and a glass of orange juice are on the table in front of him. Sheena steps back, awaiting further orders]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Looks pretty good.

[Ok, what did he say to his servants after that? Oh, right.]

You're uh, dismissed. Go eat or something.

[corrinesbell]

Thank you, Master Zelos. Would you like me to return to prepare lunch?

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Hmm, nah. I can handle it. You go do... whatever you're doing.

[corrinesbell]

Yes, sir. I'll be back for dinner, then.

[and either she's eaten already or she just goes without, because soon, she has her supplies in hand and is out the door. Back later on. Have a good day Zelos.]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[Thoroughly unnerved, Zelos probably leaves the house and comes back around dinnertime, wondering how weirder it's going to get.]

[corrinesbell]

[she will be back already. The living room and Zelos' room clean and spotless, and food smells in the kitchen]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[He'll hide out on the couch for a bit then. It smells really good.]

[corrinesbell]

[soon she comes out of the kitchen to see if he's around. She looks...tired.]

Master Zelos! Your dinner is ready.

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Oh, good.

[He notices, and eh, he knows what she'll say, but better to ask anyways.]

You look tired, you eat yet?

[corrinesbell]

Of course, sir.