<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/y6uVzau.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Misaki<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open, Rumi<br/><hr/>There was something magical about being a maid. There<em>had</em>to be, because that was the only explanation that Misaki could come up with to explain the fact that she had, once again, managed to wake up before noon. Even if she wasn't exactly the type to be up at sunrise — even in the winter this far north it was an iffy thing — she was still managing far better than she ever had before in her life.<br/><br/>Of course, just maybe part of that might have been that before her tenure as a maid Misaki usually ended up working night shifts, then having to sleep off a hangover afterwards, but even so. Magic. Had to be. She was not a morning person, and had said so for years now. That made it true, right?<br/><br/>And yet here she was, dressed and washed and only a little late, and even most of that had been messing around with the garter to make sure it didn't slide down under the weight of the flask. You couldn't face the day before you were secure in that at least.<br/><br/>A short stop by the kitchen to gulp down a bowl of miso to ward off the morning chill — and to confirm that yes, people had already stopped by to start up breakfast — and she pulled on her coat. She almost turned back when she actually got out the door, the wash of cold air making her realise that pants probably would have been a better idea than a coat.<br/><br/>But there wasn't anything to be done about it. And at least this way she'd have company — she spotted the butler already intent on his work as she left, a flurry of intense and focused action as he furiously worked the ice down into animal shapes, building an impromptu sculpture garden in the yard, and there was Rumi decorating the perimeter.<br/><br/>And already there were footprints, as well, the newly fallen snow marred by people moving around to start working the yard over. Well, she could help fix that, now couldn't she? Give it a well maintained look somewhere between the earlier pristine essence of winter and bustle of activity.<br/><br/>She fetched a snow shovel and started skipping through the yard, jumping from spot to spot, dragging the blade of her shovel behind her, marking a trail through the snow. It wove through the sculpture garden, around the edges of the compound, meeting up at the various entrances to the building. After she had them marked off she returned to the starting point and sketched a circle in the snow with her toes. She waited for a few moments, tapping her foot impatiently before the small flock of... well, they looked more like fairies than imps, but honestly that was probably for the best. The more intimidating parts of hell were frankly scary, and were harder to bribe anyhow. She handed over the shovel.<br/><br/>"I already laid out the path you need to shovel along. Make sure to make the edges neat and like an actual path with little ridges or something and you all get cookies when you're done." She didn't actually know if there were cookies to steal out of the kitchen, but she'd come up with something if there weren't any or she couldn't get her paws on them.<br/><br/>She watched for a few moments to make sure the gang she had summoned wasn't one of the totally incompetent ones before she left them to it, flittering over to where Rumi was working. She waved over from where she was perched on the walkway. "Endo-san! Do you need help with those?"<br/><br/>It was always easier, after all, when you only had to hold things, rather than do the real work yourself.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2013-12-12 17:35:57, Misaki (uid: 13196) rolls: 1d6 Result: 5 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=52729)<br/><br/>Which is a 15 to organise the yard if it's skill, 5 if it's athletics. <br/></div></div>