❦ the fifth rose

[silpheed]

PHONE;
[HELLO MAYFIELD the day of reckoning has come. meaning you get not one irritated, bossy and rude immortal on your phone lines today, you get two!!]

As most of you know, things are getting rather busy around here. That means there's less and less time for menial tasks and chores.

Because that is the case, we have decided that now is the best time to look for some sort of hired help. After all, I doubt that you people really have anything better to do. [RACHEL PLS at least try to make a good impression.] If you are such a person--and you likely are--and also excel at household chores, we now have a proposition for you.

We'll be holding a short audition at the high school auditorium at noon sharp today for those who are interested. Don't fret about pay, it will be a rate which you certainly won't deserve. [now it's tagteam bad impressions...]

If you're late, please do not waste our time by coming. That will be enough of an indicator that you would do a poor job serving. With that said though, I look forward to any who come to audition. It may be difficult, but do your best to at least be somewhat competent. [what a charming young lady you have the potential to serve right]

Thank you in advance for your consideration, and enjoy the rest of your morning. [no it's too late to fix the rudeness of this phone call now but he apparently doesn't see anything wrong with ending on this note...]

ACTION;
[for those brave souls who actually decide to go see what this thing is all about, they'll find a sign on the outside of the auditorium doors that simple says "auditions here" in neat script. inside the auditorium itself, the stage is well-lit and a table is set up in front of it, where Rachel and Charles are currently sitting with a couple of papers, pencils and what appears to be half of a tea set.

APPROACH WITH CAUTION the judgment begins before you even step on the stage...]

Comments

[encored]

I'm a little surprised, as well. [...ciel what] Too young to understand that your favorite food is curry?

[IF HE ONLY KNEW. just wait until he starts piecing those bits of selective long term memories together]

[splitthebaby]

Excuses, excuses.

[I guess it's Ciel's turn to be the center of attention.]

[ex_seventh238]

To understand that not everyone at the Church like the same things, of course. [small shrug

charles

don't ask] Speaking of which, what should I make for dinner?

[yes answer her merem because that is

so totally relevant to you yes]

[encored]

It's not exactly difficult to understand people have different taste preferences, you know. I don't understand how you managed to get that out of my saying that I had no reason to ask if curry was your favorite food. [INSULTED...]

[splitthebaby]

...you know I have no taste for normal food so that's a pointless question.

[ex_seventh238]

Can't you find it in your unbeating heart to impart some wisdom to the mortal masses? [dramatic shrug!!] Think of what Marisa would like.

[oh look


back to 'ignoring charles' o'clock...]

[encored]

[HIS LEAST FAVORITE TIME.]

Best of luck sorting out your household chores, then. Neither of you are hired. [with a huff, he'll finish collecting his papers and turn to leave the table.

but don't think he isn't going to remember this

something suspicious is going on here with curry and he will be damned if he doesn't sherlock it out at some point...!]

[splitthebaby]

Just make her curry. I'm sure she'll enjoy that.

[sry charles]

[ex_seventh238]

I'll go with omurice instead, thanks all the same.

[no apologies here charles already has a good upfront taste of the extent of ciel's awful]

--Oh, are you leaving, Charles?

[>>="Neither of you are hired"==>






her head]

[encored]

Yes. Enjoy the rest of your afternoon, and thank you for your time.

[NOPE.PNG he doesn't have convenient escape mechanisms like taking naps so he is bowing out while he still has the ability to maintain a calm facade... TO THE EXIT DOORS zoooom]