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| Lawman | Feb 21 2011, 09:12 AM Post #1 |
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Wherever you were, or whatever you may had been doing just a while ago - you found yourself being approached by a pair of smartly-dressed men in business suits and sunglasses. Upon closer examination, you would notice that they wore brass lapel pins upon the collars of their suit jackets that indicated these men as being under the employment of Frostfire Industries. You may remember it, or you may not - but either way, they were quick to remind you about something you had done some time ago to warrant this encounter. "Seth Rouga," he addresses you by your name. "Our boss, Frostfire-san wishes to see you regarding your application," he says before gesturing towards a waiting car nearby - a black luxury sedan and giving you a polite bow. Some time ago, you had responded to a job opportunity from one Selene Frostfire, who was looking for a personal assistant - or that is putting it mildly. But regardless, working with the financial and social elite always comes with its challenges and its rewards. It may or may not be a convenient time to come along with them, but it was clear that the timing of your job interview would be decided by your prospective employer, not you. And so the choices sit before you - to follow them... or not. |
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| Fin | Feb 21 2011, 10:09 AM Post #2 |
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Oshit. Oshitoshitoshit. What are they, yakuzas? Mafias? Men In Blacks (Which they are)? He dropped the chopstick he was holding into the now-empty bowl of ramen with a clatter. Oh dear. What have he done to justify (probably) having a full-body beating from a group of thugs? His body tensed slightly as they approached him, preparing himself for any attacks they might throw at him. Which... he shouldn't really worry much, after they introduced themselves to be from the Frostfire Industries. Trouble is, the moment he remembered the reason he'd be acquainted with the boss of the Frostfire Industries, his anxiety escalated. Due to having some serious money problem, what with Jameson having to spend his whole asset to rebuilding the WDA office (and the fact that Jameson is stingy), their wages have been severely cut to the point where he only had enough money to buy breakfast and lunch, but not dinner. With nowhere else to turn to, he took the chance by applying for a job as a personal assistant for Selene Frostfire, corporate heiress of the Frostfire Industries. And that only made him even more nervous. I mean, working for an elite? Was his brain really that broken at that time that he decided to apply for it? Granted, he was kinda starving... But still, turning down the offer after they'd considered you seemed pretty, what's that do you call it... imprudent? It's like going to a restaurant, ordered a meal, and suddenly you decided to leave right after the order was finished and had arrived at your table. The chef would be very mad. So, there's only one thing to do. He accepts. |
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| Lawman | Feb 21 2011, 12:19 PM Post #3 |
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"Right this way then," one of Selene's bodyguards motions for Seth to follow him to the car, leading the way in front of the boy while his colleague followed behind Seth, such that the boy had one guy in front of him and another behind him as they escorted him to the waiting car. The man leading the way opened the rear door before gesturing for Seth to enter. As Seth got onto the car, the bodyguard at the front would get into the car as well, sitting beside Seth at the rear, while his colleague escorting from behind got into the front seat next to the driver, similarly dressed in a smart suit like the other two men, but is a bespectacled older man with graying hair, a mustache, and an average build. After ensuring that everyone was properly seated in, the driver nodded before revving up the engine. The ride was short and uneventful, none of the men who comprised Seth's escort spoke. Before long, the car arrived at the front porch of the Frostfire Building - a seventy-story business complex that serves as the administrative hub for the European MNC's operations in the Asia-Pacific region. "Please, follow me," the bodyguard said as they left the car, which then drove off shortly after. The trio would then make their way past the main atrium of the building, which housed various tenants ranging from cafes to an art gallery before passing through another set of glass doors, leading to a lobby area, albeit more secured than the one in the main atrium. "Greetings, Seth-san... Frostfire-san is waiting," the receptionist at the counter smiled as Seth approached, escorted by two bodyguards, before rising from her seat behind the reception counter and gesturing towards a waiting express elevator that would take him straight to the top floor of the building in a breathtaking fast elevator ride that would probably leave some people's ears with a "stuffed" feeling. The men would continue to escort Seth, down a lush carpeted hallway, past the offices and conference rooms for the company's top-level management, before finally stopping at a pair of finely-crafted oaken double doors, where they would escort him no further as the two men positioned themselves on either side of the door, standing to attention. "Ah, Seth-kun! Please, come in," Selene's voice called out over the intercom. |
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| Fin | Feb 21 2011, 08:43 PM Post #4 |
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If there was one thing that he thought he'd never to experience be able to experience even once in his entire life, it would be walking around what looked like a seven-star hotel. Of course, it's not a hotel, but you can't help but gape in awe either way, having to live in a dinky dormitory room that could barely support five people all this time. When that happens, cleanliness was top priority according to Seth. And thus they continued their way through the complex, admiring and envying the life of an elite, as they passed through the glass door separating the main atrium and the lobby- wait, THAT'S just the main atrium? Exactly how rich can an elite get?! Well, sure he had thought they'd be rich, but THIS rich? It's like they had the whole world in their hands. And the atmosphere of the top floor did not help alleviate his tension. He just HAD to take a job offered by a bourgeois. He had a feeling that he'd be rejected immediately the moment he makes a slight blunder, which would make all the hard work redundant. He supposed that they'd have some pretty strigent guidelines in picking the right people for the job. Suddenly he had absolutely no doubt that he'd be rejected. Hurh. He can't give up now. This was what he had decided, and he's gonna make sure he doesn't fail miserably. This had better be rewarding, he thought, as he pushed the door open and entered the room, putting on the most polite face he could muster, bowed slightly and greeted, "Good day Frostfire-san. I must thank you for considering me," said V. ... ...... .........said who? Believe it or not, Seth was sound asleep in his head, incapable of waking up due to some highly exhausting ordeal that he had to finish the night before. But if you put it this way, isn't the meta-virus being considerate? Don't get him wrong. The nicey-goody act was painful for him. Even now he was deathly struggling to keep the polite and cheerful smile on his face. |
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| Lawman | Feb 23 2011, 08:39 AM Post #5 |
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The double doors swung open as Seth pushed them, leading him into the interior of what must be the office of someone of great importance to the company. The room was large, and across the office lay a mammoth marble-topped desk - the immediately noticeable objects on it was a computer's monitor, and a brass and pewter plaque with bearing the name "Ryuji Takeda: Managing Director, Frostfire Industries, Japan." Behind the desk was a large panoramic window that essentially served as the rear wall of the room, treating one to a breathtaking view of the city skyline. However, the one seated at the desk certainly wasn't the managing director, as Seth would find Selene sitting at the managing director's desk. "Seth-san, it's good to see you could make it!" Selene chirped as she rose from the maroon leather-bound high back office chair and stepped in front of that monster of a desk. The corporate heiress was dressed in a light yellow long-sleeved blouse with white accents and a tan-colored pleated tartan skirt, along with an unbuttoned blazer that matched her skirt, her outfit completed by a pair of black thigh highs and dark tan Mary-Janes, and her ever-present red hair ribbon. "Good day Frostfire-san. I must thank you for considering me," Seth replied, being as courteous as he could be. "You're welcome," Selene replied with a nod and a smile. "Now, Seth-san... are you ready for your test?" Selene asked. |
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| Fin | Feb 23 2011, 12:22 PM Post #6 |
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Wuoh. Wuuooooooh. So extravagant. So majestic. So... so... whatever. All those damn bourgeoisie... they get to enjoy panoramic view from a seventy-story building every time they wake up? Not to mention, the view from the window here looks, ...for lack of word, AMAZING. And that's not counting in the mammoth of a desk at the middle of the overlarge room, the high-end looking computer's monitor, the... the... Uh... he should stop. Most of the things that exists in this room he didn't even know the words to be able to describe them properly and accurately. And Seth is supposed to work for one of these elite people as a personal assistant? This is suicide, yo! SUICIDE! "It would be rude for me to say I'm not ready for it when I'm already here," He replied, keeping the courteous smile that Seth can usually keep up for hours without feeling tired in check. And he can do it naturally too! Without having to force himself! How the hell does he do it, keeping up with being so damn nice to everyone?! "I'm ready whenever you're ready," he was inclined on asking what he'd be up with, but he felt it'd be better to just suck it all in like a good little boy he's pretending he was. His eye twitched slightly as it started to sting from the constant forceful grin he's keeping up. Seth owes him a LOT... |
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| Lawman | Feb 24 2011, 10:17 AM Post #7 |
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"It would be rude for me to say I'm not ready for it when I'm already here," Seth replied, still keeping his smile. "I'm ready whenever you're ready," he continued, as his eye twitched, eliciting a slightly puzzled look from the corporate heiress. "Seth-san... is something wrong?" Selene asked, scratching her head slightly. "...you look like you're smiling a little too hard?" The corporate heiress tilted her head slightly before looking back straight at Seth, resting her hands behind her back. "Come on, before you even begin, the zeroth stage would be to learn how to smile more naturally; a good assistant needs to begin with at least that. It's probably more comfortable on the facial muscles too." The corporate heiress said as she gave Seth her million-dollar smile. "But anyhow, please follow me," Selene said as she began walking towards the double doors leading out of the managing director's office, although as she walked past Seth the corporate heiress looked briefly over her shoulder to ensure that the boy was following her. Taking hold of the polished brass handles on the door, Selene opened them slightly with a slight pull, before the two bodyguards standing outside opened up the doors fully for her. Selene would proceed to lead Seth back down the hallway, before turning around an eastwards fork that led them up a stairwell. At the top of the stairs, the two of them would arrive at a pair of glass-and-metal doors beyond which lay a garden. They were at the rooftop of the Frostfire building, and past the garden was a luxurious penthouse suite. "Surprised, huh?" Selene remarked with a smile. "We built this penthouse at the rooftop for distinguished visitors who may be here on business trips and are looking for somewhere to spend the night instead of in a hotel room... here is where your test await, Seth-san." |
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| Fin | Feb 25 2011, 09:53 AM Post #8 |
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...Oh, forget it. Even she knows this smile is not sincere. He gave up, dropping Seth's signature 'Million-Watt' smile and returned to his usual grumpy self. Well, if the prerequisite to being a good personal assistant includes being able to smile naturally, he would fail fifty times without being reconsidered. And off he goes with Selene Frostfire, along the lavish hallway of the top floor of the corporate building. Even after being through here once (which was just now) he still couldn't help but look around in amazement. And the sight of their final destination (presumably) was much more astounding. Having a garden at the rooftop of a building was amazing enough, add a penthouse at the middle of the garden? He can't keep his jaws in place. Let's just say that he's... speechless. "Okay... this is it. The first step to becoming a butler," He said, cracking his knuckle as he fixes his resolve. Not that he really wanted to waste his time being a personal assistant to some bourgeoise. He's doing this for Seth. And for no other reason. Why the hell would he go so far as to help this kid, however, don't ask. Oh... but first, she said the first step to being a good personal assistant would be to smile naturally... Oh, but he had never once smiled naturally before. Well... he had, but it would always have a trace of sadism or malevolence or sarcasm in it. But if he can't even at least achieve that... he'd be a failure. And he hates to lose... Okay. Let's just try it. Once. Mustering up his courage, he let himself loose. Slowly the horizontal line on his face curled upwards, as he attempts his most natural smile possible while trying hard to omit all the sense of negativity in it. I'm ready for the test. ... WAARRGH!!! That felt horrible!!! He just made a big fool of himself!!! He said, turning away and blushing furiously. That's it, that's the last time he's ever gonna smile THAT way for the rest of his LIFE!!! |
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| Lawman | Feb 26 2011, 01:49 PM Post #9 |
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"Now we're talking!" Selene replied with a cheerful closed-eyes smile as she caught sight of Seth's smile. Now they were ready to begin the trials good and proper. "All, right so without further ado..." Selene clapped her hands together to make sure she still had the boy's attention before heading up to the main entrance to the penthouse suite, removing a set of keys from one of the pockets on her blazer and unlocking the front door. "Long story short... one of our business partners was here on a business trip a couple days ago, and he just checked out earlier today, so..." The corporate heiress pushed opened the door, and the light from outside streamed into the dimly-lit luxury apartment, with the curtains currently pulled over the windows and electrical lights all turned off. Upon entering the main entrance, the first place they entered was a small guest room with a pair of cushioned benches, a shoe rack and coat/hat hanger. Patting down her skirt before sitting down on one of the benches and slipping off her shoes before depositing them on the shoe rack and motioning for Seth to do the same. Past the guest room, the two of them would then enter the living room of the penthouse, its most defining features basically being a set of comfortable-looking couches in front of a state-of-the-art home entertainment system with the latest in display and sound systems technology - one could watch a video of a concert, and feel almost as if they were watching it live; as well as a lavish dining table and mini wine bar, as well as an area set aside for showcasing art and antiques - notably distinct with its traditional Japanese layout as opposed to the general ultramodern design of the rest of the penthouse. "I was about to get the cleaners to come up to have the place tidied up," Selene began as she turned towards a small control pad set into a nearby wall, pressing a key for curtain controls. A slight humming noise was heard as the mechanism sprang to life and the curtains in the living room window parted, bathing the entire place in the light of the day, and showing the true state of the place. "But seeing how you're here, this might as well as be your first test," the corporate heiress commented. The remnants of a dinner from the night before still sat on the table, and a pair of used wine glasses were found on the wine bar's counter, the entertainment lounge area was in a disarray - it appeared that in the wake of a successful deal closure they saw it fit to throw one hell of a party. Needless to say, it would be Seth's first challenge, to tidy up the place. |
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| Fin | Feb 27 2011, 12:40 PM Post #10 |
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"...so... I'm supposed to clean this place up. Got it. Quite obvious, seeing how... messed up this place is," He said just to clarify himself. The wine bar doesn't exactly look that bad. The dinner table looked exactly like the WDA's everyday breakfast aftermath, but the entertainment lounge... it was even worse than the WDA's kitchen... One could wonder what these people had brought and done for their... celebration. He gazed around the room in horror as he evaluated the tasks that needs to be done. Oh, but... Seth does this all the time, so... it shouldn't be that hard... ...right? He decided to start off with the dining table (and probably the wine glasses too, he guessed), since the memory of cleaning last night's dinner was his most vivid memory of Seth's everyday cleaning schedule. In one go, he had swept each and every single one of every dirty things that was on the dining table, balancing them all in one hand. Plus the two wine glass on the counter. Might not be a very good idea for someone with the right mind, but for someone with perfect dexterity (especially when the certain someone is a meta-virus) he could balance three more stacks and would have no problem walking on a tightrope. But when he gets to the sink, however, trouble arises. No, not because of his skills or anything, but... "This... looks clean enough," He said, dumping one of the still-slightly-oily plate on the plate rack after a few rinse of cold water to get rid of some of the leftover fish bones, not even bothering to use the detergent. That's the problem when you try to hire V as a personal assistant, let alone a dishwasher. While you can't deny that his skills are top-notch, he doesn't have the attitude or the motivation to perform any domestic jobs to the best of his ability. True, the only reason he took the trouble to take this test for this, this... over-sleeper, for lack of better word, is simply because- ...because... ...why, though? He got himself lost in his own trains of thoughts, and, due to his own carelessness, accidentally snapped a plate he was holding clean in half with a pretty audible crack. Ack. Shit. That was dumb, stupid, and could potentially score fifty points against him. He glanced around for an escape route and found one in the form of a trash bin. Immediately he dumped it in there, turned around, and continued with the dishes as though nothing had happened. But in truth, he was starting to panic slightly, as evidenced by his more than rigorous scrubbing action that managed to peel off more stains from the silverware and chinaware than before, resulting in a much cleaner product without even him realizing it. Still a bit oily, though, seeing as he still couldn't be bothered enough to use the detergent. With all the dishes cleaned (mostly) and waiting to dry on their racks, he moved over to the dining table (and the wine car after that), cleaned off any spilled materials that might be on it, and did a pretty terrible job at that. Who knows just how many spots he might have missed at the far corner of the counter, or maybe under the table, or the chair, or even under the table cloth. Once that done he moved over to the entertainment lounge. ...uh... Does he really have to do all these...? Never... again... ever... ever...again... How the hell does Seth does this everyday?! He was sitting cross-legged on the floor, panting and leaning on a broom in one of his hand for support so that he doesn't keel over to the floor. That felt like forever. He didn't keep track of how long he did it, but from the looks of it, considering the amount of trash, dusts, and... something dubious he kept on finding under the chairs, he must have taken his fair share of time. His back is aching, his eyes hurting, his nose itching from the flying dusts and was in danger of blowing up at any second- "AHCHOO!!!" ...damn, he thought as he wiped the fluid hanging over his nostril with the dusty apron. ...bad idea. "AHCHOO!!!" And the big black bag of garbage right at his side did not help matters. Supposedly, he needs to dump it away from this place, but right now, for now, he didn't even have enough energy to stand. Just because he had suffered what Seth had to go through everyday doesn't mean that he had actually did a great job at cleaning the entertainment lounge. Believe me, there's a whole lot more where what the black garbage bag had inside came from. No one knows just how many layers of dusts he missed behind and under the chairs, how many paper cups he missed under the carpet, and how many socks he missed behind the, uh... forget it. Point is, he didn't do a good enough job. And does he realize it? Hurm... Edited by Fin, Feb 27 2011, 12:41 PM.
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| Lawman | Mar 1 2011, 09:42 AM Post #11 |
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"...so... I'm supposed to clean this place up. Got it. Quite obvious, seeing how... messed up this place is," Seth said, just to be certain. "Well, that's right. This would be the first test... after all, how can a butler worth his salt not be able to clean?" Selene replied, nodding. It seemed that the guy who spent the night in this place really decided to pull out all the stops after a successful closure for a multimillion business agreement... typical Japanese businessman, last night's celebration was nothing short of 'havoc'. But thank goodness the art collection was unharmed. Quite a terrible mess overall, but it shouldn't be anything a good butler couldn't take care of; it wouldn't need an S-Class butler to have the place looking good as new and smelling like a rose for the next guest, now would it? Speaking of bad smell, the smell of an overnight dinner left to go stale was a little more than what the corporate heiress' sensitive nose could bear at the moment, and Selene decided to vanish for a while to let Seth work on his own. After all, a good butler should also be capable of autonomously carrying out the tasks that had been assigned to him, and not to be supervised around the clock. "I trust you to do a good job, Seth-san!" Selene smiled as she crossed her hands together behind her back and leaned forward slightly in a playful and girlish pose before leaving the penthouse suite to leave her potential butler to work on his own. ...... *Time Skip, after an unspecified but fairly brief amount of time* "And I'm back!" Selene announced triumphantly as she made her way to the guest room, removing her shoes and depositing them on the shoe rack before heading into the living area. "And so how is my prospective assistant- hello what's this?" the corporate heiress' face scrunched up as she caught a whiff of the indoors air, her statement instantly cut short at the smell of leftover food from last night's dinner. Did he not air the place and spray the deodorant? Making her way over to the dining area, at least it appeared that Seth had cleared the dining table of the leftovers and cleaned the dishes, and putting them back in their rightful place. Making her way to the kitchen, Selene proceeded to count the number of plates that were now returned to their racks. The corporate heiress raised an eyebrow as she noticed one of the placeholders for the plates was empty. "Seth-san, what happened to that plate?" Selene called out as she pointed to its placeholder; glancing at the plates that had already been washed and returned, her eyes narrowing apprehensively as she casually swiped her left index finger across the surface of one of the plates, before rubbing her thumb against it, grimacing slightly at the oily feeling. "Cor blimey! Did you not use detergent when washing the utensils!?" the English heiress exclaimed in a combination of shock and mild disgust as she reeled back, before lifting the lid of the trash bin, and received another rude shock as she saw the broken halves of the 'missing' plate amongst the cleared leftovers and other trash - that plate was part of a complete table set imported from Austria! Quaking, the corporate heiress balled her fists together before shouting at the top of her lungs. "SETH!" The corporate heiress' voice echoed through the place - being unused to raising her voice and accustomed to speaking in a mild tone of voice, yelling at the top of her lungs made her voice sound more like a screech - as she stormed over to the entertainment lounge, a dark halo floating around her head. Edited by Lawman, Mar 1 2011, 09:44 AM.
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| Fin | Mar 1 2011, 10:08 AM Post #12 |
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"Meep!" V jumped out of shock as the corporate heiress's Voice of Ire exploded through the entertainment lounge like a dynamite, sending powerful shock waves of fear, guilt and, and... fear, that knocked his spirit tumbling down the turntable. Not a suitable metaphor, but you get the idea. Main point is, he's freaked out. And that's something to take note of, because he doesn't usually get freaked out. The moment Selene's Figure of Fury appeared on the doorway, giving a small sheepish smile was all he could do (or think of). Well, she did say that a smile is the most important thing a butler should have, right? A woman's wrath is not something to be played around with. |
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| Lawman | Mar 2 2011, 11:01 AM Post #13 |
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"Well, charming smile we have there eh?" Selene glowered at Seth as he smiled meekly, clearly cowed by the corporate heiress' fury. "This plate is part of a complete table set purchased from Austria, lose one plate and it means the whole set needs to be replaced," the corporate heiress said as she held up the two broken halves of the plate. It didn't look like Seth dropped it, though - seeing how the halves are too clean-edged to be caused by breakage due to dropping. But does it matter? A broken plate is still a broken plate. It wouldn't have been so bad if Selene knew Tracing as one of her spells... but unfortunately she didn't. "Hello, what's this?" Selene mused as she felt herself trample something underfoot, instinctively lifting her foot to see just what was underneath... and there it was, a dust bunny the size of a frog. Instinctively lifting the carpet, the corporate heiress let loose a gasp as she found that the dust bunny was not alone. "Sweeping dirt under the carpet does not a clean house make..." Selene muttered in an exasperated tone. "There's still another test up ahead... so let's see how you handle this one," Selene said as she gestured for Seth to follow her. |
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| Fin | Mar 2 2011, 12:23 PM Post #14 |
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Well... that wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. But still... Quietly he followed his not-so-sure-about-it-now would-be employer to wherever it was she decided to take him. Well, that was that, really. He screwed up big time. It doesn't look like there's any way for him to get back the lost marks. He must have lost quite a lot, too. What's worse, it wasn't his own mark that he lost. It was Seth's. And he never did anything to deserve it... Part of him wondered, why hadn't Seth kicked him out of his brain already? Well... yes, he can't actually do it, but still... considering the amount of trouble he always gets Seth into, it shouldn't be strange if he holds an unending ire against V. But after all this time (and he can do it easily too, being fused with his brain), he couldn't detect any kind of hostility against him whatsoever. This alone made him feel guilty for ruining his reputation. Even more so without him realizing it. Damn brat, why can't you just hate me already...? Wonder what does she have in store for him next... |
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| Lawman | Mar 4 2011, 02:12 PM Post #15 |
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And so it was that Selene would lead Seth away from the penthouse level and back to the top floor of the Frostfire building, back towards the double doors leading to the managing director's office. The bodyguards nodded as the corporate heiress arrived, gracefully opening the doors for her and Seth. Sighing, the corporate heiress made her way over to the elegant mammoth of a desk before plopping down onto the leather-bound executive chair, before looking long and hard at Seth, her chin resting on her hands. Her rage appears to have largely subsided, basically having gone from a full-sized inferno to a heap of smoking cinders, her emerald eyes reflecting coldness rather than burning with rage. Closing her eyes, Selene let out another sign as she took her hands off her chin and rested them on the desk, opening her eyes to look at Seth again after a few seconds of silence and closed eyes. "Perhaps cleaning wasn't your forte... but no matter, skills can always be acquired over time," the English heiress commented, her expression softening as she laced her fingers together. "So here's another test; seeing how it's almost tea time, I'd like to have some tea - I don't suppose you wouldn't know how to brew a good pot of tea now would you?" Selene said as she leaned back in her seat, gesturing towards an exquisitely-designed Chinaware tea set sitting on a coffee table in corner of the room. "There's a pantry outside the office, just down the corridor and around an eastern fork next to the conference hall. There they have the foodstuff, utensils and appliances for making a drink and preparing teatime snacks. That being said, I would like to have two crumpets, lightly-toasted with a slice of cheddar cheese. And for tea, Assam tea, with a minute pitcher of milk and a crystal bowl of sugar cubes, because I like to decide for myself how sweet or how milky I want my tea today." Inside the pantry, Seth would find that the place was neatly laid-out and all items were carefully categorized - in one cabinet he would find various utensils and crockery ranging from crystal bowls to silverware plates, and in another were various foodstuffs and condiments - coffee beans, tea leaves, bread, biscuits, sugar and other dry goods, while dairy products and other things that require refrigeration were kept in a fridge. The place was also equipped with a water dispenser, coffee-maker, microwave oven, conventional oven/toaster and other appliances. In short, it was a kitchen, albeit more well-stocked and well-kept than most household kitchens. In case Seth would forget, the corporate heiress was kind enough to put it all on a list.
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