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 Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 11:43 pm
((OOC: The original was written on AIM and will be con't here ))
Squish, went Mindy's slipper as she stepped on something not exactly terra firma. The pale-haired girl looked down, almost dramatically slowly moving her foot over.
"Emily, you left your boob here." Was all she managed to get our before her eyebrow started twitching, simply because the lack of the other half was greatly disturbing her symmetrical perception of all things perfect and beautiful. Nevermind that her own tie for the Halloween costume party in the haunted house was still not done up, or that her shirt collar was heavily inclining towards the left of her shoulder. She stamped her foot impatiently. "Where is that butler anyway, he sure is taking a long time to get my blazer ironed."
Nevermind that Mindy had sent it back twelve times already because the creases were not ironed perfectly.
Alarmed, Emily's hands shot to her chest and felt around, and then back to Mindy. Twitch?! Oh no! "My apologies Miss!" Quickly she scooped it up and re-applied the newly bought enhancement. It took a few moments to get it to perfectly match up with the other one, the last thing the maid wanted was to further upset her mistress. As it was, she felt a little ashamed. Sure, it was to match Miss Mindy, but she normally liked having a figure and appearance that suited the other girl's aesthetics. And don't even get her started on the blonde wig! With it's side-part and curls.
Self conciously giveing herself a few more tweaks and pats, Emily went to work on Mindy's tie. Efficient and delicate, her hands briskly fixed and straightened. "If he doesn't get it right this time, I'll take care of things, Miss," she murmured darkly, indicating that more than the blazer would be taken care of. Not wanting the other to worry about such mundane matters, she went on, "But you do look very dashing even without it, Miss!"
Admittedly, Mindy felt much better upon seeing her tie straightened. Her eyebrow stopped twitching as she self-conciously adjusted her shirt, staring at herself in the mirror, Emily always knew how to make things just right. "I do so love looking dashing." Not to mention it was a two-syllable word, which was even and thus symmetrical and perfect. A pause. "Yes in that case, let us proceed without my blazer, there are quite a few preparations for us to deal with first."
And by preperations, she meant a long list of tasks to be done, all recorded on her bound notebook in neat print. "Did we get all the fish tanks safely delivered, Emily? Don't want our valued products being damaged after all." Mindy was rather excited about the event, she loved managing things, especially anything related to numbers, preferrably ones with nice round zeroes.
Interacting in festivities was also a great way to scout out potential 'cooperatives' and minions. "Also, what do you think are the chances that we'll see a more appropriate pet for one such as myself at this party?"
Face serious, Emily confirmed, "The tanks have arrived at the agreed upon location. There were some delays due to health violations, zoning issues, and worries concerning animal rights activists. Also, the labs were strangely reluctant to let go of some failed experiments. Fortunately, things were resolved in a peaceable manner, and everything is moving forward as planned." Was that a bit of disappointment lingering about the word "peaceable" ? No, of course not! After all, everything was going Miss Mindy's way right now, which meant everything was going Emily's way as well. Even if that way didn't involve any of the more interesting persuasion techniques she'd never had the opprotunity to try. Yet. There was still the butler after all.
Finished with her report, the maid went on, frowning slightly, "It's difficult to say Miss, as a creature worthy of yourself is likely as rare as you are. Like a unicorn." Emily's face darkened, she had yet to find one of those, despite years of searching and a carefully monitored state of virginity.
Mindy hoped the 'peaceable manner' had involved guns and some dead bodies. She so loved resolute closures when it came to arguements. Simply procuring their artifacts had involved a lot of persuation and dubiousness; but Mindy knew there was nothing she couldn't accomplish with her brilliant tactics. Even the procurement of certain uneven blazers from incompetent butlers.
"All according to plan then." She unconsciously re-adjusted her tie, pleased that Emily had likened her to unicorn, as they always had perfect hair. "Shall we move to phase two then, Miss p***y Galore?" Sadly, the actual connotation of the name was lost on her, having found the title off wikipedia and all. "I trust that you brought all our ah, extra supplies?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 1:09 am
At the mention of the "other supplies" the maid flushed and shifted. "They were..."Emily paused, and then stared Miss Mindy in the eye and declared, "I failed you!" She had tried, oh she had tried to the point of nearly getting arrested but something even greater than the law had stopped her in the end, "Mr. Lee confiscated both the weapons cache and the back-up weapons cache." Bowing her head, "I couldn't persuade him as to their importance for this event."
Reaching down into her very fake, but nonetheless impressive cleavage, Emily pulled out a gun. "This and one like it for yourself are all I could manage in the end." She pulled the trigger and a small white flag popped out. She waved it sadly at her mistress, wondering how she could possibly make this up to the other girl.
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 1:53 am
It looked for a second like Mindy was about to lose her composure yet once again. But upon seeing Emily's rather distraught expression, she thought twice, thrice, and then kept her face ever-so-neutral.
"I see." She kept her face and tone neutral, expression composed, palm open as to accept the small token that she was allowed. "I will have a talk with Mr. Lee later about humiliating me - the both of us like that." At least Emily, that poor valiant girl, had tried and fought bravely.
Speaking of that man, what the heck did they do with her blazer, ship it away for another one?
With her other hand, she pulled out an ever-so-tiny notebook from her pant pocket, flipping it open to exactly the eleventh page. "Supplies, check, outfits check, our ride should be ready soon - oh I almost forgot, what are the chances that we will procure some fresh victims from the entire haunted house ceremony they are having?"
It had taken three hours for someone to explain the actual concept of a 'haunted house' to Mindy and she still had a hard time understanding it past the "scaring people" part. As far as she was concerned, it was scaring OTHER people, right?
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 2:08 am
A soft know sounded outside the door, followed by the sound of a rather large person scampering away. Handing over the second, non-cleavaged gun to the other girl, and still feeling bad about her previously failure, Emily did not quite mope to the door, but definitely perked up upon seeing what was waiting. "It's your blazer, Miss!"
After giving the item a thorough look-over to make sure there was nothing about it that would immediately give offense, the maid reverently placed it before her mistress for further inspection. "With this, I believe we're set."
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Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2010 1:29 am
Mindy was so distracted - and pleased at the 'everything is set' news - she only gave the blazer two lookovers before donning it proudly.
It was time for them to conquer the world. Or just a small festival booth, but ah, trivialities.
Fin.
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