[Event Post: Seeking Snowflake]

[foreverchilled]

::The odd girl once entirely room bound is now quietly exploring the house. She'll open just about any door that isn't locked, and may even take a peek outside, into one of Xi's Cafes. She won't wander too far, though... poking her head out of the cafe is as far as she'll venture... but it's a start, right?::

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[whiterthanblack.livejournal.com]

::In Ascendancy, see you a girl in full French Maid Regalia, cleaning the place down.::

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

::Theresa peeks in, wondering who in the heck it is. She scoffs a bit, though, at the outfit, making a mental note to smack Erland if she sees him.::

::She doesn't really say anything, though, due to her last experience with maids.::

[whiterthanblack.livejournal.com]

::She seems to be singing some sort of nonsense song in English. The lyrics don't make a lick of sense. She's got her hair specifically in twin tails, as she wipes down the otherwise empty Cafe, empty except for a few regulars, herself, and the Xi System.::

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

::Theresa looks around, quietly. She's pretty sure that this isn't the same maid that barged into her room before (Theresa never got a very good look, after all.) but doesn't like the look of all the people there.::

[whiterthanblack.livejournal.com]

...

::Notices Theresa. She promptly stands up.::

Welcome Back, Mistress.

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

M- Mistress..??

Wh... what sort of things is that scumbag making girls do...??

[whiterthanblack.livejournal.com]

...?

::Tilts her head in confusion.::

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

Him! You know! That pervert! He's the one who made you wear that, right?!

[whiterthanblack.livejournal.com]

... Pervert? ::Walks over to Theresa.::

Oh. You mean, Eusebius. No. This is just for my part time job. ::Stands near Theresa.:: And if you would please stop scaring the customers...

::Waves over to the few nerdy boys watching her.::

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

...

Objectifying women like this... It's disgusting.

::Theresa reaches into... somewhere, and starts to pull out good ol' Poetic Justice.::

[whiterthanblack.livejournal.com]

...

::Grabs your arm. With a surprisingly strong grip.:: Please come with me.

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

::Theresa is grabbed, and of course cold to the touch, but is momentarily confused enough that she goes with Shiroko.::

[whiterthanblack.livejournal.com]

::She takes Theresa into a bathroom and lets go.::

Are you trying to get me fired!?

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

From being a piece of eye candy?

I'd be doing you a favor.

[whiterthanblack.livejournal.com]

... I applied for the job. It pays back my tuition fees. Eusebius has nothing to do with this.

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

Why would you willingly degrade yourself like this...?!

[whiterthanblack.livejournal.com]

Good money. The store owner is mechanical but pleasant. It's near a place of residence for me, and I find the ability to slip into a rule good for my mind.

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

That doesn't justify this... sexualization...!

[whiterthanblack.livejournal.com]

... And?

Am I upset about it? Do I look upset?

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

You should be! It's the principle of it!

[whiterthanblack.livejournal.com]

What principle?

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

Not giving in to perverted slimebags like those!

::Theresa's obviously flustered by now.::

[whiterthanblack.livejournal.com]

... The students? It's a niche market. It helps me reduce my own egotism, and I actually rather like dressing like that.

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

H... how could you LIKE dressing like that...?!

[whiterthanblack.livejournal.com]

Good question. I just like the softness of the clothes, really. Just liked it one day.

And no, it wasn't Eusebius. He isn't that much of a lecher.

But there's no need to attack anyone.

... Who are you anyways?