Hironaka Mansion(Maid: The RPG)

[Libk]

(Attempting to fix the uniform will need a skill roll, unless you can explain a way to make it work off of another attribute.)

Fukumi knows Aiko's favorite breakfast by heart. An American breakfast with pancakes and such.

 

[Storm]

Perhaps someone else should be rolling this: 1d6 5

 

[DekuNut]

Then I guess Fukumi cooks said breakfast
Skill Roll: 2*1d6 6

 

[Pen]

Rolled a 6 to make a bath. That times my skill (3) gives me 18.

http://orokos.com/roll/523377

 

[Libk]

The uniform is fixed. Though a trained eye could tell some patchwork was done, most others will not have noticed it. The breakfast is finished and laid out on the table, and the most magnificent bath ever conceived has been made for young master Aiko. One got for a queen. Father is impressed by it. (Pen, roll 1d6 and gain that much favor)

 

[Storm]

Tsubaki Mono hangs the uniform on the hook on the Young Mistress' bathroom door. after last time, she thought it would be a better idea than dressing her herself. Tsubaki-Mono headed for the Servants quarters and lights a cigarette

 

[DekuNut]

Once the young mistress is eating breakfast, Fukumi goes out to the garage and grabs a moped for a quick trip back to pick up her trident.

 

[DekuNut]

Fukumi drives back a little later, trident in hand, when she feels it vibrate with a text message.
... maybe one more lap around the block, just for fun. She likes mopeds.

 

[Libk]

(We're gonna fast forward to ZDI HS))

 

[Storm]

Tsubaki-Mono checks her phone, and sees a text message, but she deletes it

 

[DekuNut]

Fukumi finally returns to the house and checks her phone, "Guests? Really? Ugh... we have a lot to do," she goes to find her fellow maids.

 

[Storm]

Tsubaki-Mono tries not to break anything or burn anything but her cigarettes

 

[Libk]

All of the maids simultaneously get a text message from master Aiko. "We need a Hot Tub. HUGE ONE! Maybe time travel feature?"

 

[Storm]

Tsubaki-Mono blocks Aiko's number

 

[DekuNut]

Fukumi stares at her phone, her mind whirling. How...?
She texts the other girls, "Any ideas?"