Maid the Rp

[Andromeda]

Isolated away from the busy metropolitan center of Tokyo hidden against the base of Mount Mitake sleeping peacefully in the dense forest stood was the Kitayama Estates upon which sat the old well-kept Kitayama Mansion. The mansion was built during the warring states era as a retreat from the constant fighting, as the mountains provided suitable protection and seclusion. As time passed on it was eventually handed down to the lords of the land, where it was held in keeping by the Kitayama’s to this very day. Such a long history had left its mark on the mansion as well as a sorted history of rumors and mysteries that flavor its air.

Constructed during the warring states era, the mansion is very traditional Japanese sometimes being mistaken for a shrine by the more modern minded passer-bys that catch a glimpse of its single story wide-spread layout in the shape of a branching rectangle complete with a well-polished wood board porch that surrounded the mansion and a flowing stream that split around the main house into a pond in the courtyard at the center. The main house, as it was called, was simply the front door to the mansion and connected to the main wings through a modest bridge over the stream. The main house was only a single room meant for greeting and passing through into the rest of the mansion holding closets for coats and clothes for work outside on the estate grounds as well as a small adjoining space for some of the supplies for cleaning or keeping up the mansion. It had acted as the central location and staging grounds for almost everything. All things had to go through the main house.

The wings that branched out from the main house were split into three main wings based on the cardinal directions. The main house sat at the south leaving north, east and west for the three main wings. These main wings wrapped around the courtyard in the center as a rectangle meeting in the back at the north wing completing the loop. Off of the main wings were the smaller minor wings that were additions after the initial construction of the mansion to provide rooms as they were required. Currently, the west wing holds the most minor wings at twenty with the other two wings having about twelve each. The primary uses for the minor wings were as living spaces for the residents of the mansion. It was the main wings that held the primary facilities of the mansion.

The west main wing, with so many of the minor wings, has the kitchen and dining rooms (yes, plural). The kitchen itself was large and open able to make a master chef envious, but has not seen one in decades. It had been left unable to reach its full potential. Directly linked to the kitchen is the common room with no dividing wall that acts as the casual dining space. Adjacent to the kitchen with primary access from the outside porch are the several dining rooms meant for varying needs depending on the size and importance of the company being entertained.

Directly across from the west main wing through the courtyard was the east main wing meant to be the common wing. The common wing housed many mostly unused rooms and facilities meant for the sole purpose of entertaining guests or simply relaxing. In the center of the common wing was the Common House, or the largest room in the entire mansion meant for holding more than an hundred guests as a dance hall or simply meeting room for entertainment. All of the smaller rooms in the common wing have access through the Common House as well as the porch. Folding panels and moveable walls were placed throughout the common wing to allow for it to be partitioned off. If necessary, the entire common wing could be collapsed into a single massive room to house threefold that of the Common House.

Connected to both the west and east wings was the south main wing that was meant to provide the main cleaning facilities for the mansion. There are storage rooms designed to hold seasonal furniture, food, supplies and anything else that is required for the high status of living. In general, the maids and butlers make most use of the south wing for the general up keep of the mansion. As such many of the minor wings have been converted into rooms for them or facilities to aid their work.

The mansion held more than a hundred rooms, which during its popular days would almost always have been near to capacity. However, in recent years the estate had become nothing more than a summer retreat for the Kitayama family who focus most of their efforts on their businesses and hold their residence in Tokyo. All of that changed when Yuki Kitayama separated from his parent’s wishes and departed company. The mansion had been visited by him often in his younger days and so he took to it with little objections from his family. It now was too large for him and the few maids and butler that tend to him leaving most of the rooms vacant as guest rooms at best and storage at worst. Many of the rooms remained locked and unopened for a century or more as well as whole minor wings. As such, these rooms have developed an aura about them of mystery and unknown.

But enough about the vast mansion…

The morning sun was impatiently rising on the horizon already well past the time that most civilized people wake up. However off the west main wing in a large bedroom, there remained at least one, though no doubt others, quietly sleeping away the mid-morning (going on late-morning) hours in a large king size futon with the sheets and covers tightly held up around the young (young-ish?) master’s neck leaving only his head appearing deeply imbedded in the thick pillow. He was trying, consciously or not, to keep the hazy sunlight creeping in through the rice paper doors from waking him up.

Around the mansion everyone else was already busily attending to matters. They had tried to get the master of the house up already, but were rebuffed by his sleepy waving. It was an all too common practice that they were used to dealing with on a daily basis. The mistake was made once in forcing him up too early and let’s just say that they try, but not very hard early in the morning to get him up. Knowing that he would not wake, they attended to a few early chores before making the real attempt.

Now that the master has had his accepted amount of rest, he needs to be awake. The day cannot start without him (now can it?).

[T.G. Oskar]

Before the early rays of the sun could even pierce the household, the young and eager Alvarez began his daily routine. It was difficult for him, to acclimate to the difference in time zone that the islands of Japan offered. He was accustomed to European routines, and it costed him a few times to get as early as possible. To him, waking up earlier than the rest was imperative; he would be the laughing stock of the house if he didn't woke up. He had to check for the group of maids that lived in the very same house as he did, fearing that their...quirks would offend the young Master.

He was still astonished by his first attempt to wake the young Master Kitayama. He was trained in the elite art of diplomatic awakening, but that day he simply had to run into bad luck. He still remembered the day vividly, when he feared that his master had been possessed by a foul demon, an "oni" as the locals call it. He was shaky all day long, and his faith still shakes whenever the dreaded task was on hand. He made a small custom of at least commending to God before the task, praying an entire cycle of the Lord's Prayer, the Ave Maria, and the Gloria before entering. Which was bizarre, as he wasn't as faithful as his father, who was a devout Catholic who worked with such talent so as to have enough time to visit a Catholic parish at England.

He prepared his clothing as swift as he could, with the rigor that a military soldier would do. He took a good amount of time ironing his clothing with as much care so as not to burn his uniform, and gave special shine to his leather shoes. There was no time for bath like he believed the other maids had; the sun was already rising. He blitzed through the shower without even turning the heater on; his body met with the unforgiving cold water of Tokyo, but his burning desire to serve was hot enough to compensate. So much, that the very bath was steaming from the contact of cold water and burning desire. It was almost as if he actually had turned the heater on...and lo and behold, the heater was already turned on!

"HOOOOOOOOOOSTIAAAAAAAAAAA!" His still flourishing Spanish accent uttered one of the native expletives of the land, making the birds tremble and fly in fear. He exited the room with his body all red, the drips of hot water falling into the wooden floor. His face was all dour, his eyes closed slightly, but his hair was standing defiant to gravity. "That must have been one of the maids. I hope the young Master isn't awake yet. Oh Santa Zita, guard this poor butler's soul and ward his master from the dark demons of sleep!" He invoked the name of St. Zita, the patron saint of butlers, as a precaution.

Seemed that Saint Zita wasn't very comfortable with Alvarez's lip service, as the rays of the sun were already forcing their way into his own room, albeit shielded by the nearby mountains. "I must have taken longer than I expected..." With haste, he took but a moment to fully dress himself, in near-impeccable style. The redness in his face had receded, even though his skin was still ailing from the steaming water, making the act of towel-drying and speed-clothing a veritable torture. As if a knight was arming with his shield, Alvarez swiftly drew from the drawer his weapon of utility; the cleaning cloth. It was specially designed with the main emblem of the family...which really wasn't as the Japanese families had no coat of arms to speak of. He finally agreed to have the emblem of the young Master's samurai ancestor, an act which his master's family took as an insult. Or would, had they came to actually visit. Tightening his vest and opening the door with confidence, he stationed as tight as a soldier would, placed his arm as if saluting an officer, and with steadfast determination he braved forth towards the side room, towards his Master's room.

As he made short steps, almost as if marching, he recited in Spanish the verses of the Lord's Prayer. The drops of sweat poured as if drops of rain, quietly falling into the floor, almost like explosions in the ears of the young butler. Then, the verses of the Ave Maria. The explosions of sweat were accompanied by the symphony of his beating heart, a funeral march if he could imagine. Finally, at the very front of him laid the door of his master; the verses of the Gloria ran swiftly by his lips. He swallowed, took a deep breath, and opened the master's door with trembling hands.

To his relief, the master was yet asleep, perhaps profoundly enough to ignore the sounds of bombing at ground zero. The room was dark, and full of clothing all over the place. The several drops of sweat almost combined into a singular sweatdrop at the side of his temples, with the shame of finding the room as the epicenter of a disaster. Shaking his sweaty face, the drops almost flowing from him as sparkles in slow motion (and swiftly captured by the cloth which he waved around), he sighed at the amounts of work for the day. He dashed all around the room, gathering as many pieces of clothing as he could, moving at speeds which at times could not be glimpsed by human eye. Finally, the smelly clothes of the master were in his possession, wondering how he found the same situation daily. He marched with a sense of pride for the achievement of duty, closing the door with utmost care and traveling through the vast mansion to the south wing, where he would take most of his time just tending to the master's clothes.

A traditionalist by heart, Alvarez took utmost care to clean each and every bit of his master's clothing by hand. His vest and jacket placed aside, with sleeves fold towards him, he began the arduous task of throughly cleaning each piece of clothing from the dust of the streets, the stains of the food, and the sweat and wet dreams of his Young Master. He could feel the maids waking up, moving around the house. His relationship with them was rather dry, for he was quite the overachiever and sought to be very independent in the execution of his work. He thought, even as he tried his best to place the utmost care in leaving the clothing sparkling, of the odd troupe of maids living alongside his Master. He wasn't a long-standing member of the household; in fact, he was a novice, an inexperienced young butler on his first true house experience. He watched them from afar, at the very few moments of leisure and at brief moments at work. He appreciated the maidservice for the food, as he was yet unaware of the effect his mastery of Spanish cuisine, with the large amounts of ham and cured foods, would have on the stomach of his master. He was unaware of how his master would react to the Asturian paella, or to the tapas, or even to the strong-flavored Galician soup he learned from his grandfather. But aside from that, he wasn't very fond of them...or rather not merely fond, but still wasn't comfortable around them. Especially one of them, whose mere presence unnerved him. What that maid had that made his spine chill as if Death passed its hand?

He struck his cheek, reminding himself of his work. By the moment he realized, he was already at his master's underwear, which were left sparkling white. Oddly enough, his master's underwear wasn't white at all! With a foreboding sense of dread looming around, he tried as much as he could to remedy the situation by looking for dye; his trembling hand made a swift mixture of colors until what seemed was the original color appeared. Taking more time than he expected, he began re-dyeing the clothing as swift as he could. At the end, the underwear had regained their color...or at least at a glance. A real good glance, though, but it was eventually evident this wasn't the real color. Again, he made a small prayer to Saint Zita to cover the small mishap.

After placing the young Master's clothing to air-dry, he returned to his master's room, ready to undertake the usual duty of choosing his clothing. Though, it was really usual in context, as it was more of a duty he felt he was the only one to follow, but in reality it seemed that some maid ended beating him up to it every now and then. He puffed his chest with pride, as he believed today he would dress his master with the finest clothing he could find. Today, the young Master would look impeccable.

He opened the door, his eyes closed, his arm upon his chest as if saluting, his cleaning cloth as if presenting his shield. With eager voice, he muttered a hearty salutation:

"Goooooood evening, my young Master!! I expect you to have a fresh and pleasant sleep! What would you desire to wear...!"

When he opened his eyes to meet the eyes of his, in his mind, eagerly awaiting master, he unhinged his jaw in surprise. He shocked at the very sight, and his sense of duty awakened, feeling guilt and anger at the same time. He was ridiculed, played for!!

It seemed one of the maids had already reached the young Master's room. And the sight wasn't so pleasant...

[Sato Arashi]

Autumn was the first out of all the maids to get up. She instantly woke up the minute her battery, which she was plugged to a wall, was fully recharged at around 3 o' clock. As an android her first task was to look at the surveillance and security of the mansion. So far, everything was quiet and safe. She took some time to record it to her memory and delete it from the security system to restart it. Autumn got out of the corner of the wall, unplugged herself, and went straight to her closet to change into her usual maid uniform that was kept clean for everyday.

Autumn's room was at the west wing of the mansion with some other maids. She walks out of her room and went to the closest storage room to grab a mop and bucket. She would dump the water and renew it every morning as part of her chores. She started mopping the West Wing and made her way down the East Wing at a very fast pace. Even then it took her three hours to mop the entire mansion, as it was six o' clock.

The first foreign sound was of the butler, hearing him yell under the hot water. Autumn could only smile as she made her way to the West Wing. While she was doing her mopping, sh's been the one who turned on the heater. She took the advantage of making a prank on the butler since now she memorizes everyone's schedules. She did it not out of hate, Autumn just wanted to make the butler, Alvarez, to be less stern so she can't remember her past life.

Autumn placed the mop and bucket back in the storage room where she got it from and made her way back to her master's room, knocking on the other maid's door that is still asleep, using her thermal detector and x-ray vision. If one of them were to try to escape from her view, they would have to work hard on that.

Autumn made her way to her master's room and opened it. She walked in and closed the door silently behind her, the room was all clean thanks to the butler. Before Alvarez arrived to become a butler, it was usually her job to doing to cleaning. She looked over to the master bed and saw her master still sleeping deeply. She walked over to the other side of the bed and attempted to wake her master by shaking him. "Master, it's time to get up." Autumn said in a quiet yet soothing tone. When she saw that her master didn't budge, her shoulder's dropped and she frowned. She picked up her master and starts hugging him, bringing his head to her chest. This maneuver would make most guys get a nosebleed, but she would usually decide to use it to woo her master to wake up. She did it a couple times before with her master, knowing it's safe enough since he's half asleep. When the door opened, Autumn flinched and watched the door with a panic, she saw it was the butler, Alvarez, who had his jaws dropped by the sight of what she was doing.

[DJSanders23]

Carin awoke with a start. The screams had woken him. Paranoid that he had already failed as an employee of Master Kitayama he got up and dressed in an instant making sure that no one saw him before he was changed and slipped out of the room he was calling home. half running down the corridor he started to search for the commossion when he found the butler Alvarez cursing like a docker. arin allowed himself a brief smile, it was no secret that Carin disliked the butler and for all he knew Alvarez didn't like him and Carin was perfectly happy to leave it like that.
Carin headed Back the was he came to go to the Kitchens to start work on the Breakfast for Master Yuri and the other maids, passing the windows into the courtyard he stopped and watched as the sun's rays shone across the cherryblossom floating lazily in the courtyard, he sighed and felt a tear come to his eye.... "how had I come to this, I was a respectable man and now look at me. I'm dressed as a woman and running from the Yakuza well done Carin. I bet Dad's proud". Ach talking to myself again I better watch that it could be hazardous to my health. Walking the remainder of his journey in silence Carin was able to plan what he would cook for the other residents he decided on:
-- A fruit platter starter
-- followed by fresh baked ciabatta with a choice of continental cheeses
-- finished off with Parma ham and melon
That was the best thing about working here the Master always had the finest ingrediants and the kitchens were imaculate. Carin had always dreamed of becoming a chef and he took the job as a waiter in the hope he could move up the ranks of the resterauntier business. Thinking of this made Carins mood lighten slightly, he reached the kitchen doors and opened them with renewed vigour...... "Ahhhhhhh what the hell are you doing here? You nearly gave me a heart attack?"

[Victoria]

Another day in the life of Victoria in the house of Master Yuki. Her bedroom station was placed right next to the Master's room for ease of access for her. Due to her tuberculosis, she gets frequent fatigue spells and coughs rather often. Occasionally she will cough blood as a strenuous effect. Her brown skin is also a bit pale than it normally would be.

During the night, Victoria tossed and turned in her bed and had a case of night sweating from her illness and a nightmare that involved Yuki.

Because of this nightmare, she slowly staggered to his bedroom through a side door that connected to it through her room that had a very small corridor inside of it, which also happened to have her restroom in it. The time was about one in the morning, and she slipped inside of his bed and gently clung onto him because of her dream. She's had repeated cases of the dream and he has grown accustom to her rarely coming in to keep him company; or rather, him keeping her company.

What felt like two hours later, Victoria heard a loud scream, and recognized the voice as the butler. She coughed softly, and went back to sleep. She knew her coughing fits wouldn't wake Yuki up. He was a heavy sleeper that took mostly pain to wake him up or something very naughty. Another several hours later, she felt a hard presence on her hips. With her illness, her joints are a bit more fragile than the average person, so she winced in pain and opened her eyes as she saw Autumn attempting to wake Yuki up with her large assets. Yuki glanced down at her own chest as her vision's blur faded to normalcy.

She couldn't handle bearing Autumn's weight anymore and moaned softly for her to get off and tugged on her sleeve.

"...You're hurting me..." she managed to say.

[loner-kid]

The kitchen was dark, only the musty light from the high windows penetrating the gloom. Swathes of morning light that gave the room a dim luminescence as if it were lit by the smallest of flickering flames. Even with this earthy glow the kitchen felt dead and lifeless. Stoves, cupboards, cookers, drawers, all were covered with a thick layer of dust. Like a mighty lion, cripled and plauge riddden, the kitchen retained a memory of its majesty even though it had been reduced so drastically. In the centre of the room sat the only appliance that wasn't permeated with the listless feel of the room, a large wooden table and a simple electric stove.

Although the butler had been trying his hardest to deal with the state of the house he had yet to make a full excursion to the kitchens. This was mainly due to the kitchen being functional despite the dreadful inadequeces it supplied, however ther was another reason. Littered across the table were a few choice selections of clothing, all in all there was barely enough for two outfits. One a plain red dress that had faded to an almost pinky shade and the other a tattered black maids dress. In the coldness of the vast kitchen one maid was still trying desperately to sleep.

Aya's ears flickered to the steady sound of screaming that eminated from the masters room. Groaning she pulled the maids dress over her ears and shifted her position on the hard table. She'd been sleeping curled up underneath her small pile of clothes on the kitchen table every night since the day she arrived. It wasn't that proper living quaters weren't available to her, she just couldn't get used to sleeping on a bed. Besides she liked how distant the kitchen felt from the rest of the house, a quiet hideaway from the chaotic and enveloping cacophany of the main house hold. Well, usually at least. Right now her painfully sensetive ears were making their silent protest at the riotous commotion. With the slow monotomy of one who knows she doesn't have to work till the bosses arrive but is terrified of the damage her co-workers could do Aya raised her head. There was no use in fighting it she'd have to get up. She pulled her body up stretching out her back into a simple arch, clothes fell from her body froming crumpled piles at her sides. After a couple of minutes of careful streatching Aya pulled on the old maid uniform allowing its baggy curves to swallow her up completely. She sighed looking at how the sleeves extended far past the tips of her fingers, flapping uselessly in the air. Calmly she rolled the sleeves back drew a heavy knife from its holder on the table and prepared herself to cook. Praying fervountly that this attempt was at least edible. There was a large bang as the kitchen door was thrown open.

"Ahhhhhhh what the hell are you doing here? You nearly gave me a heart attack?" The voice of Carin screamed almost intantaneously. Aya froze, her back to the door and the knife held unswayingly above her head. With a great deal of effort she managed to pull her head round to stare at Carin who cowered slightly in the open doorway.

"..." the door was quickly closed as Carin attempted to place a baricade between herself and the knife. Placing the knife down carefully on the table and walking slowly over to the door she opened it. A small narrow slit appeared along the edge of the door giving only enough room for her bright green eyes to stare out. Carin was still there somewhat unsure of exactly what to do. They both stood there staring at each other in silence as the seconds dragged on. Blinking slightly Aya answered the question Carin had screamed merely moments before. "I live here"

[T.G. Oskar]

Alvarez was flabbergasted by the sight. To his relief, the maids hadn't reached the Master's closet. But the result was far much worse.

In the Master's room, in the Master's bed, stood the sleeping Master...asphyxiated by the luscious attributes of one of the maids. The slight shine of the sun revealed the maid to be Autumn, the best-looking of all maids. In a combination of blind loyalty, mild envy for his Master's great luck, and shame for the delicate position in which he found his Master and the maidservice, he burst into the closet with a tone of utter surprise and nervousness, speaking faster than his thoughts could emerge.

"¡¡Señorita!! How dare you wake our Master in such a way! Nevermind, nevermind, I shall take the clothes of our young Master while you fix this malady! Swift, on the double!!"

As he, sweating, nearly warped from one side of the room to another, he could hear the weakening voice of a girl, desperate to be released.

"...You're hurting me..." The moan was like a cold dagger piercing Alvarez's heart. He had to prevent a murder! Yet, somehow, he knew who was already behind the luscious body of Autumn.

"...And please release Miss Victoria from your lustful pressure! Endangering the Master is one thing, but threatening the life of a fellow maid!? On the double!!" With a quick snap, trying to gain control of the situation, Alvarez turned to the closet to choose the best clothing for the young Master, trying to make his decision before the murderous maid claimed two lives.

"...Now now, what should the Master wear today! Master would look dashing on a formal dress of the region, but he may desire a more casual look...that means tuxedos are out of the question. Fine casual threads shall it be, then! Jeans from señor Armani! Polos from don de la Renta! Fine Italian shoes!" Even as he tried to have a cheerful tone, the fact that his thoughts were being voiced was enough of a sign to show how unnerved he was by the situation. Every now and then, as he decided the proper color for the Master's clothes, he muttered a swift warning to Autumn, requesting her to wake the Master and release Victoria, even though he was obviously not looking. For all means, no one could be there, and he wouldn't have noticed. He was well absorbed into his work.

Finally, he found a reasonable compromise, one that would fit the needs of his Master with his...unusual tastes. For his torso, a yellow polo made with a soft-to-the-touch material, roughly one size bigger than him so as to make it comfortable. For his legs, black Armani jeans, which would give an air of formal respect despite being merely glorified jeans. And for the Master's feet, fine silk socks and loose-fitting, wide foot black leather shoes. Of course, no dressing would be complete without the boxers, to which he couldn't decide whether to choose the Mazinger Z boxers or the much finer boxers with the symbol of the yen imprinted over it. He would allow the Master to choose in the case he was awakened. Finally, after all the work, he took the Master's wooden clogs and robe and gathered all the clothes aside. In the blink of an eye...or at least the blink of an eye with a small speck of dust stuck around, which takes a bit more time, Alvarez had finally organized the clothing of the day, hopeful that his master would admire the carefully selected clothing and the compromise he made. He felt awful that his Master wouldn't dress formally, for it augmented his gentlemanly nature, and would make him the word on the social street. He resented a bit that his Master preferred the very casual clothing of t-shirts and jeans, preferring comfortableness to image.

With the proud smirk of a job well done, Alvarez turned to meet his Master, and hopefully find him awake, find Autumn at the Master's side and not upon him, and young Miss Victoria safe and sound.

Of course, he was already thinking on taking some time to visit a cardiologist. He felt his heart was about to tear with the unusual events of the house.

[DJSanders23]

Breathing heavily Carin looked into the deep green eyes of Aya. Carin always felt slightly uneasy when she fixed him with her huge soulful eyes. Much sorrow had been seen through her eyes, more than most could take. "Aya you scared me. Why were you holding a knife? Oh and what's wrong with your own room that would make you want to kill?"
It was weird. Carin was easily taller and stronger than this girl yet somehow she had this power over him, a control, a way to make him see the horrors in the world. He sighed, he couldn't stay mad at her so walking forward he opened the door for a second time and headed into the kitchen to find the days breakfast.

[Sato Arashi]

Autumn watched Alvarez walk to the closet. "Well it IS one of the most effective way to wake the master up." She emphasized on the word "is". It was the truth but she took in consideration that she's been around longer than Alvarez, or rather most of the maids. She's been around for about seven years.

Under her rather large assets, Autumn heard a cold moaning and felt someone tugging on her sleeve. She reconized the moaning and immediately dropped her master on his bed, though gently, she saw Victoria. "Eh?! I'm sorry Victoria!" Autumn said with a pleading guilt. Ever since Victoria's arrival to the mansion, Autumn has been watching her and eventually had sympathy for her.

Autumn saw a stir of her master and she immediately poised standing straight at the side of her master's bed. On her face was one of sorrow and guilt, the morning wasn't good for her.

[DJSanders23]

Okay I embellished the kitchen a little. The room was lifeless and dark however growing up in Zagreb the most impressive cooking utensils Carin had was a fire and metal dish to cook and compared to his street life this grey room is a palace to his old home.
"let's start on the cooking eh?" Carin said. It took about ten minutes to find the ingredients for the households meal and he started the preparation, Aya started attempting to cook erm..... Something however Carin had no idea what it was at this stage so he thought it was better to leave well enough alone. Carin did the ciabbata first to get the hard part over with first but then "agh damn I lost track of the time. Aya can you put the fruit together for the master? There is something I must see to." Carin inquired and whilst awaiting Aya's reply he planned his first move.
Since Carin arrived he has been planning ways to get one over on mister Alvarez and today was going to be the start of some fun.

[T.G. Oskar]

In one of the very few occasions when he could release a sigh of relief, Alvarez observed as how things were relatively normal, or as normal as the maids allowed him to. He took the Master's chosen clothing, and was very emphatic on the importance of dressing him properly and that the combination of clothes was exactly the one he chose.

"Miss Autumn, Miss Victoria...it is of UTMOST importance that the Master is dressed in fine attire. He may be left with the robes during the time of breakfast, but it is IMPERATIVE that he ends up dressed properly for the day. I leave you with the task; I expect a flawless job. And swift; your breakfast won't stay warm if you loiter around!" He placed the clothing close to the body of the Master, made a brief bow, and left the room with the efficiency of a trained soldier. Except he was trained in the arts of the butler, which probably requires even more efficiency.

Just as he left and closed the sliding door behind him, he sighed again. This time, it was a mixture of release from tension and the disillusion of providing expertly ironed, elegant clothing for his Master because of his urges. As he went, he issued a small prayer to St. Zita for the illumination of his Master, so that he could wear the attire that made him stand out in the higher echelons of the Japanese social circle.

The main duties of the morning almost complete, he decided to watch over the kitchen duties. As he grew closer, he felt a growing sense of numbing cold posing over his spine. Each step, he could swear that the voice of the Grim Reaper, femenine as he imagined it, whispered to his ears that the time was drawing near. He gulped, took a deep breath as he was approaching the room, and opened the door...

...only to find Carin exiting almost at the same time. Alvarez's eyes were almost in direct trajectory towards her eyes, even though she was actually taller. The cold feeling in his spine turned into a stab of icy death upon him. However, as his training demanded, he recollected his quiet demeanor and attempted, through all means, to show that Carin was no threat to him.

Except that his quiet demeanor was more of a spectacle for any woman. He smiled a bit, not a smirk but a handsome smile, and his eyes almost sparkled upon the lights of the kitchen. Any more, and the background would adopt a Victorian border and the smell of roses would draw near. Alvarez couldn't realize what did Carin had that unnerved him, that evoked a feeling of death and despair, but he was sure that his quiet image would prove a suitable defense.

To his surprise, he saw the young maid Aya aiding with the cooking. In contrast with Carin's icy aura of death, Aya's aura was of a soothing calm, a warmth without description. It was, perhaps, because of what he heard. Perhaps the warmth that she evoked was the fiery butler spirit in him, who couldn't fathom the great abuses she had to endure. Of course, if that were true; but as much as he could gather, she had a great deal of endurance to withstand so much suffering. Perhaps she really had to tolerate great emotional pain. Or perhaps she was born with the talent; how lucky she was!

Strafing towards Aya, Alvarez let out a warm smile and waved with enthusiasm.

"Good evening, señorita Aya. How are you today?"

[DJSanders23]

Carin was horrified to find that he had missed his chance and that mister Alvarez was already at the kitchen. Carin swore under his breath then smiled down at Alvarez taking pleasure from his obvious discomfort as he returned with his "handsome" smile as he liked to call it. Carin called it trying too hard.
Well if I can't get him infront of the master I guess here will have to do. Carin tried to hide his laughter as he continued out the room allowing himself to briefly collide with Alvarez's imacculate suit sleeve. Carin then used his power of coersion (which has come in handy many a time) to remove the entire top half of the young butlers attire leaving the distressed young spaniard starring at the shy, retiring miss Aya whilst half naked in the middle of the kitchen when Carin said " I believe Mister Alvarez that you are rather underdessed today, don't you Aya?" before hurrying out the door and bursting out laughing at the poor mans situation.

[Andromeda]

The excitement through the house was mostly left as white noise to the oblivious and sleepy Yuki Kitayama. He was hardly even snapped out of his state when he was pulled up out of his futon. While anyone else would have been suffocated by the attempt his breathing simply switched to his nose that was still free.

During the interruption of Alvarez along with Autumn and Victoria, Yuki was dropped from the hold back into his pillow. Where he would have gone back to sleep, but with Autumn panicking over Victoria he received a knee to his stomach making him cough and open his eyes. He was not aware of any of the events and even the bruise he was feeling made him confused while he leaned up from his futon. His mouth opened widen as he yawned. He stretched his neck and back a little and ran his head through his hair scratching his scalp with a still sleepy face.

The laid out Victoria on the floor still recovering from the weight of Autumn went completely ignored by Yuki as well as Autumn stiffly trying to look proper and apologetic at a safe distance from his futon. There was actually very little that he could see at the moment with his eyes looking more like thin lined slits making anyone else wonder if he could actually see or not (being blurred by sleep it was very unlikely). The disappearance of the butler and his words were just more noise in the background as his presence was nearly invisible only to be remembered later after the hazy of sleep eventually disappeared from his mind.

After he finished rubbing his head he ran his hand over his eyes trying to get the blur out as he blinked still not aware of his surroundings. Once he could finally see he looked around expecting that he would see one of his maids nearby, probably having woke him up. “Mmm…hmm…huh?” He was still slow on processing what he was seeing not making the connection of who was nearby until almost a minute. “Oh it’s you, Autumn…” Yuki turned his head looking around the room again with an uncertain look on his face like he was searching from something. “…I thought I remember there was someone else, maybe Victoria? Must be my imagination…”

[loner-kid]

Aya stared down intently at the mysterious platter she had thrown together for the masters breakfast. It was a small golden oblong of a meal speckled here and there with what the casual observer would assume was herbs. It looked like an omlet, it was actually a waffle. but most terrifying of all had been the emergence of those odd green flakes, there hadn't been any herbs near where she had prepared the mixture, nor had it been tainted from the start. With a cautios finger Aya prodded the waffle, almost expecting it to writhe slowly on the platter. Nothing. Blinking slowly she proddded it again. Still nothing. Satisfied that her food was not alive Aya turned her head to stare at the other dish she'd prepared. It was some sort of cabbage soup, there was no denying that. The problem was that she hadn't cooked it, that's not to say someone had picked up the bowl and made the soup for her, it had literally melted in the bowl while she was fetching a pan. Although her knowledge of cooking was quite rudimentry she was fairly confident that cabbage shouldn't melt.

Groaning she pushed her hands against the side of her head 'What should I do?' she thought desperatly. The food was clearly inedible, well probably. At the very least it wouldn't be worth the risk. That really just left her with the problem of what to do with the potential biohazard she'd created. For now all she had to do was keep out of anyones sight in case they tried to serve it to the master.

"Good evening, señorita Aya. How are you today?" The butlers smooth voice called out from behind her. She paniked, every hair on her body seeming to stand on end. With a speed that betrayed her attempt to hide something, she positioned the plates out of site of Alvarez's piercing gaze. She turned around mouth already moving, prepared to utter some simple plesantry and then move him on. Instead a strangled cry escaped from her throat. Alvarez stood naked from the waist up, revealing his lightly tanned and tonned young body. From the other end of the kitchen Aya could hear the sound of Carins mocking laughter. Without even stopping to think she smashed her fist into the side of Alvarez's face, painful memories sweeping away all remnants of rational thought.

Even as the blow connected her body was already pulling itself away, drawing down into her four legged gait and speeding across the kitchen. Her lithe young body darted up the kitcen searching for a place large enough to squeeze into. he'd been too close, she hadn't had time to think properly, maybe if she hadn't already been on edge it wouldn't of happened. These thoughts burned across Aya's mind as she threw herself into a cupboard closing the small door behind her. Would she be forgiven? maybe if she could explain to Alvarez then... She opened the cupboard slightly, her eyes peering out from between the narrow slit.

"I'm sorry" she whispered

[T.G. Oskar]

Despite his kind and respectable gesture of salutation, it seemed the young maid Aya was not in the mood. A scream of despair, and a solid fist to his cheek was the reaction. The reaction was much too swift for him to even comprehend. Much to his chagrin, she was no longer there.

"Ah, I figure you don't want me to peek on the food yet, señorita..." Before he could even continue, feeling a slight draft at his body, he heard a soft and timid gesture of forgiveness coming from one of the cupboards. It was Aya's voice, her tone pointing at regret from a terrible wrong.

Alvarez couldn't realize why the reaction. Nor why the draft was still around. It was quite clear that the draft he felt was because of Carin's icy laugh of death. It was unusual to be received with physical aggression, but what he could do? It seemed he was intimidating to the maids, who received him with coldness and...from where was coming that draft, anyways? He recalled he was quite well dressed...

Well, WAS. Now, it seemed he was missing pants, underwear, and even the fine socks of his well-polished shoes.

"It seems they don't do Lagerfield as they did before. Shoddy threads." With a slight bow and a promise to return soon, with probably the food ready so that he could eat breakfast, he left the kitchen, placing his cleaning cloth upon the chorizo with beans revealed from the wardrobe malfunction.

Despite the lack of proper trousers, Alvarez walked with the only step a gentleman could walk with. Some of the other house workers watched Alvarez with shock, as he usually wasn't devoid of clothing. Somehow, he wasn't fazed by the event; if anything, his training prepared him for the eventualities of wardrobe malfunction. Except, he wasn't prepared for that kind of wardrobe malfunction.

The icy feeling, augmented by the draft, ran upon Alvarez's spine once again. To him, he could swear that the lights dimmed, and that the flowers withered along the way, as if Death itself was looming around. And, usually the culprit of the feeling, Carin was nearby. Alvarez wasn't interested on her mood, attempting to ignore her. It was for the best, probably. Perhaps a gentle advice, in good measure.

"Signorina, I'd advice a swift change of clothes; it seems a native malady of the land is affecting fine threads! Have a nice day." The advice was given in a jovial mood, as if attempting to be friendly. After all, he was trying to be friendly with all the maids, despite their unfortunate reactions to his nature.

He walked with apparent haste, but with a natural and calm step. Or as natural as the firm and secure step of a man who couldn't help being seductive even without trying. The movement of his hips, the firm and secure step... Or perhaps, it was all a mere illusion. Though, the firmness of the lipid seatpads probably wasn't a signal of a fickle mirage...

He entered his room, again. Although he would have desired to see if his master had awakened, ending the difficulty of his draft was imperative. He took another set of fine pants, another set of brand-new and comfortable briefs, and a set of fine cotton socks, and replaced the clothing lost to whichever native malady that threatened such a fine set of European clothing. He made a small note nearby, to remind him to request any preventive ward against wardrobe malfunctions.

Finally, eager to observe if his master was up and ready, he walked again to the Master's room. There, the young Master was still fighting with the sleep, but had finally gained some constitution. He opened the door, proudly replaced his cleaning cloth upon his right arm, clutched his arm to his own heart, and saluted his Master with the pride of a soldier who would die for his commanding officer.

"Most joyous afternoon to you, young Master Kitayama! The breakfast is currently undergoing its final touches, and the day is wearing its finest galas to pride itself with your presence! I shall take my leave, expecting my expeditious service to be of your satisfaction!"

He looked to the distance, his face revealing an inner shine...and the indelible mark of a fist to the face. Of course, to him, it was nothing; it was a fist his Master had not to experience, and that filled him with pride; with overflowing pride that radiated outwards.

With a solemn bow and a take of leave, he proceeded back to the kitchen, this time expecting the food to be ready so as to avoid another punishment for his insolence in entering the kitchen before his master did.

[DJSanders23]

Oh such a glorious day it was for the maid known as Carin it was so glorious that he didn't bother to hide his smile as the good butler Alvarez exited the kitchen rather swiftly and with his tail between his legs (perhaps not the best comparison due to his predicament).
As he approached Carin noticed a red welt on the side of Alvarez's face, that would explain the resounding thump that followed his greetings, "singorina i would advise a swift change of clothes, it seems a native malady is affecting fine threads. Good day." Carin was in agony as he watched him leave from two things one it was, at least to Carin, hillariously funny and he was finding it hard not to laugh again and two was that Carin desperately wanted to tell him that his "chorizo" was larger just to sooth his writhing ego.
Although Carin admitted to himself he has a fabulous ass. Wait. What? I've spent way to much time with these girls. Ahh well best fetch master Yuki's breakfast. He went back into the kitchen but Aya was nowhere to be seen "hmmmm odd".
Ah ha this must be the breakfast she prepared it looked remarkably like a herb omlet and green jelly "well it's not the fruit platter but it shall do" so Carin scooped the meal onto a golden tray with the pre-baked ciabatta and put on a selection of meats and cheeses for the young master then proceeded to carry the tray to the dining room.
Half way to the room Carin met Alvarez again " ah hello again Alvarez nice to see that you have recovered some new garments. Could you take this tray to the master for me? I need someone big and strong to help me."

[Sato Arashi]

Autumn looks over to Victoria, still seeing her on the floor, she felt bad, even if she was unaware of her being in Master Yuki's room, she should've been more careful. "Oh it’s you, Autumn…I thought I remember there was someone else, maybe Victoria? Must be my imagination…" Autumn heard and snapped back to attention to Master Yuki, seeing him looking around. Good afternoon, Master," Autumn said cheerfully with a bow, "Victoria is here, just a little incident has occured, my apology." Autumn continued on, glancing towards Victoria for a quick second.

"Most joyous afternoon to you, young Master Kitayama! The breakfast is currently undergoing its final touches, and the day is wearing its finest galas to pride itself with your presence! I shall take my leave, expecting my expeditious service to be of your satisfaction!" The voice of Alvarez snapped Autumn's attention to the door, seeing Alvarez posing in his salute. After she saw Alvarez leave the room, a thought came into mind. "Master, shall you attend to your shower or breakfast?" Autumn asked in a very polite tone. If breakfast was done that quick, it would get cold if Master Yuki went to take a shower.

[loner-kid]

The kitchen was quiet again, only the sound of the cupboard door swinging slowly open permeated the silence. Aya stepped out cautiously, her eyes darting around the room to see if there was anyone still. The room was empty. Aya gave a sigh of relief. She moved back over to the great table that lay in the centre of the room, drawing back the sleaves of her dress to clear up the troublesome breakfast she had created. Her hands froze in midair and her eyes widened. It was gone. Usually that would be a good thing, but Carin hadn't experienced Aya's 'miraculous' cooking yet. 'No...' Aya thought, Carin was probably on her way to give it to the master. That didn't give her long. Aya dropped down onto all fours and raced out the kitchen.
"Please don't be dead master" she screamed

[T.G. Oskar]

Time for lunch was already nearby. At least, to Alvarez, a couple more hours would have meant lunch, with the light salty meals, scrumptuous salads and thick soups.

But he hadn't even taken his breakfast yet. Nor, it seemed, anyone in the house. He was used to wake up very early, have a solid breakfast, and move along with his chores, but the unusual waking hours of his Master and the particularly bizarre occurrences of the house distorted the proper hours of breakfast and lunch. Despite his eager attempt to correct the Master in the proper hours of food, the young lad was near incorrigible. He was about to resign to distorted patterns of food as a custom of the Japanese, even though the other foreign maids were also getting accustomed to the idea of waking late. It seemed he was the anomalous element in what would seem like the balanced household. Striking an uneasy truce was the only thing that he could think of, trying to be of great service while respecting the wishes of his Master.

While he was deep into thought, the cold and unforgiving aura of miss Carin grew as usual. It was unreasonable, why she gave off such a cold aura. After all, he couldn't sense anything from Autumn or Victoria, even though it seemed he was not popular with the maids. Then again, perhaps it was better for him, because he attempted to be courteous and respectful to each and every one of them. It was bad for him to have any relation with the maids aside from the formal relationship of a fellow working companion. Then again, there was Aya, to which he couldn't help but feel a kinder reaction to.

Just before he could react, Carin spoke to him, holding the golden platter with the Master's breakfast. It seemed that he wouldn't be eating with the workers today. But, if it was for his Master, he would gladly give it.

"Ah, hello again Alvarez. Nice to see that you have recovered some new garments. Could you take this tray to the master for me? I need someone big and strong to help me." Big and strong? Since when he was "big and strong"? He was rather well toned, but nothing out of the ordinary. If anything, he was perhaps only a tad stronger than Carin.

Which begged the question...what was with her, anyway? She was rather unusual. She was taller than him, which begged the question of how he was "bigger". And, despite the maid clothes, she seemed well toned as well, perhaps a tad stronger. After all, the golden platter was full to the brim with food: a loaf of freshly made ciabatta, an assortment of cheeses from the French and Mediterranean countries, and two platters which were covered.

Normally, he would take the food to his master on a whim, since he was a dutiful butler. As well, and as respect for his Master's food, he would never watch what was behind the covered platters. It certainly was something up to the quality of the master, or so he expected. But today there were some bizarre events, events which for the first time provoked Alvarez to take a peek. It was his Master's food, after all; anything that would affect him would mean the end of his starting career, and probably the end of his productive life as well. Stranded in a foreign country, a world who barely needed butlers...what would he do?

Hmm...the ciabatta must be from miss Carin, as she seems to enjoy Italian foods. The cheese selection seems to be mostly French, because of the large variety they have. I can see...Swiss, Brie, Camembert, Feta, oddly enough Mozzarella, Gorgonzola...it lacks Manchego. Also, this one seems like ricotta...wait, it's Urdă. It's pretty hard to determine.

Afterwards, he noticed that there was a platter with fresh meats, oddly enough quite full of Mediterranean meats and hams.

Hmm, let's see...there's prosciutto, true...and it seems like mixed with capicola. There's at least three varieties of salami, mortadella...veal carpaccio? Well, as far as I've heard, the Japanese like to eat their fish raw, but not so sure about raw veal... Still, it needs a bit of serrano.

He stopped nearly halfway between where he received the platter and his Master's room, and began to backtrack. It was almost an offense that his Master couldn't taste a bit of his own cuisine, if only bits and pieces of ham and cheese. He almost cursed being so lax to learn the secrets of his motherland's kitchen, to delight his Master with exotic bits and pieces of his native food. He lifted the platter, to see if the Master's food was tampered in any case...

And apparently, it seemed not. Hot and steamy, a well-wrapped omelette was garnished with freshly cut herbs, though he was unable to see further because of being personally unable to tamper with his Master's food, despite he watching closely what he was to eat. As well, nearby, there seemed to be some sort of jelly with a slightly pasty color, green but not the color of green gelatin. It was closer to an olive green, but a bit lighter, and a bit greener. Sort of like the kind of green of a cabbage, or a lettuce, or even the color of an avocado's innards. He was...completely unfazed as to which kind of food it was, even though he was slowly moving towards the kitchen.

He drew the cover of the platter back and moved towards the kitchen, since it was quite rude to leave the Master without fresh juice. At least a carafe to serve, or a freshly brewed coffee...even though the Master, apparently, was not fond of coffee. He could use a bit more of coffee in his life, though. But gorging upon this delightful food with water? Inexcusable, was the only thought that Alvarez could muster. Though, it was a proper moment to add some Serrano and Manchego, and perhaps a bit of wine...no, not wine. It was too early for wine.

And, as he was just returning, he heard the frightened voice of miss Aya, apparently endangered. He tried his best to answer the claim, and as well, to hold the platter and keep the hot food warm and the cold food clean.