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This was in no small part due to the fact that Esmerelda May had spent the last few days systematically working her way through every nook, cranny, and other inappropriately named orifices in the palace and giving the disgruntled animal occupants the unceremonious boot. Every corridor shone like a glittering beacon, every tapestry was spotless and carefully hung, and every painting was perfectly straight (apart from the one with the broken hook; after careful consideration Esme had decided to leave a small sign noting that the painting was actually supposed to be wonky, as a form of modern art).
Though there had of course been an entire staffing of servants working alongside Madam May, she had pertinently ensured that she was keeping a hawk-like eye on an unreasonable number of them at all times, with the scope of vision that only housekeepers could perfect. Every slip up, error, or misplaced doily invited an earful of shrill squeaks that were far more intimidating than they should be, given the pitch of them and the small height of the woman herself.
All these measures, large and small, had brought this evening together near perfectly, and past the large double doors that led to the palace interior was a shrine to housekeeping in shimmering golden glory, and would be used as an example for cleaners and housewives for generations, eventually being written into a small and particularly uninteresting fairy tale of the sort that was consigned to an eternity on a dusty bookshelf after all the pretty pictures had been 'ooh'd and 'aah'd at.
Now, though, Esme was doing the one thing she hadn't had time for for weeks. Sitting down with a nice cup of tea and a biscuit in front of a nice warm fire in the servant's quarters. She would have to get up again soon, of course, for guests meant things would be broken, dirtied and displaced, but right now Esme was basking in the feeling of being done.
'Twas the night of masquerade, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse,
The guests were all coming, all roused from their beds, while visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads,
Sugar-plums were quite beside the point, really, thought Phillippe - though he wasn't really sure why he had thought it, as sugar-plums hadn't been mentioned at all as far as he could tell, but he thought it all the same - no, right now the savoury courses were brewing and roasting away in their various pots, pans and ovens. The sugary desserts were either already done, or a matter for once the rest was ready. As the head chef of the palace, Phillippe had been given the glorious task of preparing the banquet that would be served partway through the ball - and he was truly shining with pride at the assembly of meats, vegetables and breads that simmered and baked before him in the grand kitchen, while cooks and assistants bustled about their own miniature tasks.
"Cedric! Turn that over! No, using the spatula you fool!"
"Don't forget to keep the soup stirring, Florence darling. Alice, stop distracting her and get back to chopping those onions!"
"Who is looking after this pot?! It's bubbling over! Hurry, hurry! Eric, if I catch you neglecting your cooking to chase after that servant girl one more time I'll be showing you the door!"
Despite the snapping, growling, and various other dogging utterances Phillippe directed toward his cooks, he was in a wonderful mood, and flopped down into his 'chef's throne' - a large and well sat in armchair located at the end of the kitchen - with a delighted grin. Everything was coming together! Everything was...
'Twas the night of masquerade, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse,
The guests were all coming, all roused from their beds, while visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads,
And Esme in her chair, and Masteure in his cap, had just settled down for a short summer nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, they sprang from their chairs to see what was the matter!
'...Everything was going according to plan!' echoed Lucia, with a far less jolly tone to her thoughts. The sound of the first arriving carriages was carrying from the courtyard and into the palace, even as the elegantly clad woman glided down the marble staircase in the hall and toward the door, accompanied by an assortment of entirely unnecessary servants who may as well have been carrying neon signs pointing to the lady in question that read 'I am rich, you should do what I say'.
A political smile was set firmly on Lucia's lips, the kind of smile that doesn't quite reach the eyes, but gets close enough that you can't quite tell that it doesn't unless you look far more closely than is proper unless you happen to be her husband; and in that case you would be rather too dead for your opinion to matter much.
As the double doors swung open to let in the night air, Lucia directed her smile toward the first guests, spreading her arms in an entirely earnest manner, not remotely suggestive of the wicked plotting that was going on within her mind. Were she not far too classy for such things, Lucia would certainly have placed her hands together in a tried and tested evil manner, and said "Excellent..." in a sinister manner. But she was far too classy, and so she simply said it in her head, where all none-classy things should stay.
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"Are you cold? It feels rather warm out here."
Aiyo turned her head to Eliza, eying her with a friendly grin as she waited for the door to open.
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"Thank you, kind sir. What is your name?" said Amena in a voice that was rather faint.
"Err William, Lady Ambrose. William Shire" replied the servant as he gently wrapped his arm around hers and led her to the masquerade.
He wore a black suit with a red bow near his collar, his blonde hair was slicked back and hanging from his pocket was his masquerade mask. Although he was a servant, no doubt to whomever was throwing the gathering he was a rather well kept and charming young man.
"Well, William Shire. I thank you for your chivalry. It is not usual that I am embraced by a man with experience within his field and for that I thank you again." Gently removing her arm from his, Amena held her swan mask above her face and walked into the entrance where she was greeted by another servant whom offered wine to which she could not simply deny.
There was a crowd gathered around the center of the floor, laughter was heard through the air as the women danced with the men. Some were cautious of their surroundings while others were not far from engaging in sexual acts within that very moment. She couldn't help but smile, it would be a pleasant evening and she would make sure of it.
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Nothing is never the same. So its a pain in the ass when your on a world fighting for your life, than you find yourself on a whole new world. Why? You ask. Because of a messed up Portal that opens unexpectedly, sucks u up, than spit you out. Fun Fun!!
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Phillipe Masteure isn't really called Phillipe Masteure, he's actually Philip Nivitt - but when you're a head chef, you have to play the part. Nobody wants a 'Nivitt's Surprise', but give them a plate of 'Masteure's Choice' and watch the condiments fly...
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