Agents of MAID

This is Dupli City; by day, a bright and shining metropolitan area where people live, work, and play. But at night is when they come out... the ones spoken of in myth and legend, the ones that most people claim they don't believe in. Vampires, zombies, werewolves, and mimes.

It is to protect the people of Dupli City and to combat these forces of darkness that I created the Monster Anti-Infiltration Defense (M.A.I.D.)

Who am I?

The world knows me as Nicholai Tranquility, owner of the popular maid restaurant 'Hello Carrier'. But I prefer to think of myself as the leader of...

THE AGENTS OF M.A.I.D.

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Day 1 10:00 AM

Location: Hello Carrier restaurant conference room, second floor.

Nicholai Tranquility stumped into the room. He was a powerfully built African American man, his hair shaved bald and a grim expression on his face. He was dressed in a white polo shirt with a black 'Hello Carrier' logo on the front, (A picture of a smiling woman's face, wearing a maid cap, framed by the words 'Hello Carrier'), black pants, and a black sock and black dress shoe on his right foot. His left leg, from just below the knee, was a wooden peg leg. "Listen up, maids. While our night time activities are vital to the safety of Dupli City, our day time activities are just as important. First, we must NEVER let the general population know we are monster hunters. Second, by giving prompt, friendly service, we make people feel good. We make them feel welcome. The whole reason I named this place the 'Hello Carrier' is because the bright, shining 'Helloes' we give our customers is carried, by them, to every corner of this city! Can I get a 'Hoo-rah'?"

(Initial post should just be a short description of your character's appearance, restaurant uniform, and any notes you want to make on what your character is thinking/feeling)

(OOC - For the more visual oriented and for those who can't read my terrible character descriptions, I've also added a URL to a 10 minute quick mock up of Shea using free and SFW software... http://s224.photobucket.com/user/icebornwarrior/media/SheaPaige_zps36122f16.png.html )

Shea steadfastly listened to Micholai's speech paying particular attention to each order delivered. The speech itself felt standard but it is important to retain every detail.

"Can I get a 'Hoo-rah'?"

"Hoo-rah" came the response. Shea bobbed her head, attempting to mimic Nicholai's cadence. Her unkempt white bangs, chin length, sway with her effort, threatening to blind her. She brushed them away from her freckled nose.

Her eyes closed at the meeting's end. It was time to restart, to don a mask once again. Another day was at hand and she must meet the day with vigour and strength. Shea cleared her mind and awoke with relaxed eyes and a smile. She abandoned the room after dusting her black apron, navy blouse, and skirt, checking her headdress and velvet ribbon for perfect alignment while manoeuvring the hall.

edited 22nd May '14 1:44:53 AM by kirant

Nikolai turned, pointing to one maid who had a pair of cat ears sprouting out from her multi-colored hair. "Alice, you've been watching the restaurant's security cameras long enough that you should know how to work as a server here. I want you to start working in the restaurant, in addition to your duties checking over the security vids. The rest of you, remember; don't let the customers know Alice isn't human. As far as the public is concerned, she's just a girl who enjoys cos-play."

Nikolai pointed at Aimée, meeting her red eyes through the glasses perched on her nose. "Aimée, you're the best cooking, so I want you to work in the kitchen today. The rest of you will be on waitress duty, greeting and serving customers. I'll be in the security center if anyone has any problems. Any questions?"

Aimée gave a small smile back at her boss, a clear sign that the generally expressionless maid was happy. Today was a good day. Not only was her sickness mild, but she got to work in the kitchen, her favourite. While waiting to be dismissed, she impatiently smoothed the apron of her vermilion uniform.

Alice wore a pink and white sweet lolita outfit as her uniform with white lace along every seam and different colored ribbon every two inches to match her multicolored hair. She had a shoulder length shag like hair cut with strips of hair in different colors of the rainbow, her natural color apparently. A lacy headband cupped around her cat ears to give the illusion the ears were fake, but her tail constantly wiggled with excitement, made all the more noticeable by the pink ribbon tied at its end, which seemed to break her masquerade. The fur on both were white which was matched by her pearl white skin. Her metallic eyes seemed to shine in the light, perhaps a by product of her nature, but much more likely clever use of eye shadow. The corner of her lips were always curved up which gave the impression of equal measures of friendliness and mischievousness.

"Hurrah!" Alice yelled with a little hop at the end of the boss's speech. It was a nice speech, but admittedly much of her excitement had been coming from it being her first day to work on the restaurant's floor. While a part of her felt that being in the security room would be where she would be most effective, watching the other's work through the cameras made the job seem quite fun. "Aye, aye Boss. I'll do my best!" She gave Nikolai a mock salute before moving to an empty space. "WELCOME HOME MASTER!" She exclaimed cheerfully to nothing, arms wide open as if about to give a hug. She held the pose for a second before stepping back with a finger on her chin as if in thought. "Welcome home master" she said much softer this time, accompanying it with a curtsy and a bow of her head. She stood straight in consideration before taking a defiant pose and turning her head to the side. "It's not like I want to welcome you home or anything master, d-dummy." She continued practicing different greeting she could give the customers.

Another day, another buck thought June as she threw up and caught her wooden boomerang as Nicholai briefed them in on the activities of today, then brushed back her long beige to the back of her ear. She puts the wooden on the nearby table and gives an unfettered "Hoo-rah" not a disrespectful way though, just unenthusiastic. Then she was assigned to wait tables, which was alright, she didn't mind. She clenched her fists and tugged at her gloves to adjust them so they would be comfy. She checked her vibrant green uniform was in good form and said calmly "No questions, boss"

Shea directed herself towards her assigned tables and rigidly stands in the previously taught position at the centre of her section. The appeal of keeping your arms clasped and feet together remained foreign to her; it's practically a military stance. But that is what people wanted to see, apparently, so that's what she was told to do. And that's what she does.

At least conversing is easier. It's easy enough to memorize just a few prepared lines but impossible to learn everything you would need to say. It's much more important to adjust to your customer.

edited 24th May '14 2:42:19 AM by kirant

Three men, dressed in business suits, enter the restaurant. They are talking together in Italian and each is carrying what appears to be a violin case. Which Maid would like to serve them?

"Let me," Said Mary Lolita in a perky voice.

Alice came onto the restaurant floor in a stroll that was half dancing. "Wha-wha-wha-welcome home master~" she sang to her self, continuing her practice of different greetings. Her ears perked up at the sound of the front doors and her face brightened. Customers were here. But as she was about to make her way over, she saw that Mary had beaten her to the punch. She gave a little pout and sat down at one of the empty tables, watching Mary to see how she handled the situation while keeping an ear out for more customers.

Mary Lolita dashes to great the guests right away.

Shea, from her standing position, notices the violins. They seem out of place and she reminds herself to check if the instrument's position throughout their stay. It's likely nothing. And the agents would be well equipped to prevent any trouble they may cause.

She continues to follow her list of tasks and setting tables but keeps the instrument cases in her line of sight when she enters the floor.

edited 25th May '14 12:00:50 AM by kirant

Two of the men order the School Girl Special (fried calimari) but the third wants spaghetti, which is not on the menu.

edited 25th May '14 7:31:00 PM by Nodrog

Mary jotted down the two School Girl Specials and then told the third man, with a smile, "We don't have spaghetti on the menu. Would you like something else?" rolled 5 + 2 = 7

edited 25th May '14 2:52:48 PM by tricksterson

It would be 5 x 2 (10), not 5 + 2 (7)

The man frowns. "What-a you mean, you no have spaghetti? What type of restaurant no have spaghetti? If you know what good for you, you go back and tell cook to make spaghetti!" The man's accent gets thicker as he gets more upset. He thumps the table, hard enough to knock over the salt. One of the other men moves his case closer to himself.

The third man leans forward. "Easy, Big Lenny... "

Some of the other patrons are starting to notice and try to move away from the three men.

edited 25th May '14 7:39:12 PM by Nodrog

Alice's attention was once again turned toward the three Italian men now that they seemed to be making a ruckus. Without thinking Alice wandered over to the table and stood beside Mary. "Ciao~" She said happily to the three men, trying to keep the mood pleasant. It meant hello in Italian, or maybe it was goodbye, she wasn't exactly sure since she doesn't know the language. But she has seen her share of mafia flicks and Italian dramas and they are always throwing in gratuitous Italian in them. Imitating random Italian lines from them, she saw if she could calm them down before things got out of hand.

"I will talk to the cook," Mary said and went into the kitchen.

Shea caught Mary scurry to the kitchen from the corner of her eye. In a second it was clear where the large thump originated as one of the finely dressed guests loomed over his table.

Alice's swift reaction put her at ease; there weren't many she'd trust more than Alice to calm the situation and Shea returned to her duties. She tried to calm the tension in her own guests, relentlessly keeping a smile pasted on her face. It made sense anyways as there was nothing Shea could do without violating her orders. Nothing seemed suspicious beyond an upset customer anyways.

"Those guys over there seem a bit upset." a middle-aged man commented.

"Oh, we get that sometimes. It doesn't seem to serious."

"You seem pretty confident."

"Hehehe," Shea replied an over-the-top giggle, hoping it would deflect the comment. "Anything else I can get for you, master?"

edited 26th May '14 10:38:58 AM by kirant

In the kitchens, Aimée was checking up on the soup stock and otherwise getting ready for the first orders. She turned around at hearing Mary enter.

"What is the order?"

"Two School Girl Special and spaghetti. I told him it wasn't on the menu but he got very angry."

Aimée stopped to think for a moment. Spaghetti...she was sure she could make it, but since it wasn't on the menu, she wasn't sure if they had any in stock.

"I will have a look."

She started searching the pantry for any spaghetti or acceptable substitutes that could be around.

Roll for success. Since it's finding ingredients, can I use Skill as the modifier?

edited 26th May '14 5:05:20 AM by Lemurian

skill, luck, cunning... shucks, Athletics if you claim you are running to a grocery store or climbing up ladders to search. I'm pretty generous when it comes to stats; as long as you can make a justifiable claim that the stat covers the task, I'll probably allow it.

Aimee's cooking skills means she realizes she can use Lo Mein noodles for the spaghetti, and there's enough spaghetti sauce and meatballs for making up the spaghetti.

Roll to prepare the calamari and spaghetti.

Aimée looked at the pack of noodles, thinking. The Lo Mein-noodles were thick wheat noodles, and could be mistaken for spaghetti if the guest was not very attentive. But this customer sounded like a person who ate a lot of spaghetti...which meant it was all up to her cooking to make him accept it. She browsed through the spice rack and gathered all the spices of the Italian kitchen.

"Tell the customers we shall do our best."

4 times 4 (Skill) to prepare noodles with meatballs and tomato sauce.

The three men sit, waiting. One man picks up his case, holding it on his lap. Ok, the spaghetti looks amazing, but the food still needs to get to the table

Mary Lolita loaded the Specials and the spaghetti on a serving tray and carried it all out to the customers.

Aimee turns and... finds Nicholas there, having managed to sneek up on a peg leg. "Good work." He says. (So, Nicholas is no longer in the security center, so doesn't see what's going on in the restaurant))

Lemurian, roll a die and gain 1D6 favor.

The man tries the improtu spaghetti and nods. "Itsa good. Now go gets your boss, one of his competitors sent us to give him a message. "

Another man takes up his oddly shaped case and starts to open it. Luck or cunning roll of higher then nine to see what's in it.

edited 27th May '14 11:19:28 AM by Nodrog