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WHO: Émilie and anyone that happens upon her.
WHERE: Cabin Eleven, Tisse.
WHEN: Evening of the 11th
WHAT: After getting an odd memory, Émilie tries to put it out of her mind and have a little fun...
WARNINGS: None, will edit if need be!

Cabin Eleven had become a frequent destination for Émilie on the weekends... Normally tonight would be yet another night of carefree fun and possible drunkenness, but she could not stop thinking about that... vision. It was so vivid as if she was really there. The lavish room unlike any in her home, the tall, strikingly beautiful maid with silver hair dutifully serving her tea seconds after Émi requested it.

It must be a waking dream, right? Perhaps she should have told Chloe about it... No, she doesn't want her to worry.

Émilie was so lost in her own thoughts, she hasn't noticed anyone approaching her, much less talk to her... at first. "...Quelle? Oh, did you say something?"

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Someone was sober who didn't really want to be. Chloe preferred other bars when it came to drinking, since a fake ID could only take you so far in this country. Stupid Americans and their silly laws about drinking. Still, she came here once in a while because of the relaxing atmosphere, so when she saw a certain someone moping or so lost in thought that they might as well be moping.

Well...

Emilie was about to be dragged out of her thoughts by someone putting their arms around her and giggling. "I said, a penny for your thoughts?" As she said it, the arms closed, beads a warm yellow wrapped around one of Chloe's wrists. The damned things still wouldn't come off, but she wasn't letting that dampen her spirits. Life was meant to be enjoyed with a smile.

Émilie liked the atmosphere here better than other bars... Though, she thought the drinking age should be lowered too.

"Just... something on my mind tonight, it's nothing major." Hers just kept reappearing in her pocked whenever she took hers off...

So many American things were silly, but ah there were a lot of opportunities here, weren't there? It didn't matter, though, since right then she had Emilie to talk to. "Mmmm, is that so? Well, I'm glad it's nothing too big, but I don't like seeing a mopey face on you." She reached up to pinch at Emilie's cheek before slipping around to where they could talk.

"How're you doing, my dear?"

There was a bit of culture shock when she first arrived in America, of course. She's obviously used to it... even if she still found some things odd.

"I'm fine, my mind is just... wandering lately."

Chloe settled there, across from her and cocked her head. "I suppose most of ours have been wandering a little. It will be alright, but would you like me to help take your mind away from its meanderings perhaps?"

And then... the older woman switches to French. "Honestly... I wouldn't want you to worry, Chloe."

"My friend," she said in french, switching over to the mother tongue fluidly and easily, while she rested a hand down and on top of the other girl's. She smiled at her quietly and shook her head, leaning in. "You must realize that any time a person says I do not want you to worry, they make them worry, yes? I will always worry for you, but I doubt it is anything too horrible, yes?"

"Why do you have to go and make sense?" Émilie smiled ruefully, shaking her head.

Well... she'll tell her then. "I... remembered something, had a waking dream, whatever it is. In it I was in an unfamiliar mansion room, being served by a tall, beautiful young maid with silver hair. I'm quite sure I've never met this woman in my life, or lived in a place quite as old fashioned and lavish as wherever that room was."

"Mmm, because that's what friends are for, silly," she said before Emilie explained and her brow knitted in concern. So she wasn't the only one who had had a vision like she had before. That was concerning to Chloe, to say the least. She frowned and sighed.

"I see. So, you had a vision too, like me? I wonder what this means. Was it a memory or something else?"

"Yes. It was... very vivid, like it was a memory I suddenly recalled..." She would prefer Chloe kept this to herself...

Chloe might speak about her own vision to someone else, as harmless as it was, but she wasn't going to gossip about Remilia's. "Was it at least a happy memory? Was anything about it disturbing? ...I thought I was the only one, but if not, I'm starting to get worried for you."

"Another thing we share besides our birth country. But yes, it was quite pleasant... but I'm sure I don't have any young, silver haired maids working for me."

"Well, your house is quite well off. Is it at least possible that it was a young maid that you only met once? Your family has more than one servant, does it not?" She was reaching, and she knew it, much like she was reaching to figure out how she forgot freaking Corsica.

"Yes, but I'm quite sure none of the rooms of that place are quite that... 16th century in style. And this maid... I would remember if I met her. She was very striking."

"Was she? It isn't that often that you say something like that," she said, cocking her head and smiling. "I suppose it makes it less likely, unless perhaps you were visiting someone's home. But all the same, that has been on your mind for a while, yes? What is bothering you? What happened, or that the memory is there at all?"

"Well, it's not like I suddenly remembered being somewhere I've never been before."

"Nor I." She sighed, rubbing a bit at her forehead. "But if it is just small things, memorable but harmless, it ... can't be that bad." The tone that she used, it was pretty clear that she didn't want it to be that bad, but she was worried. There was a desperation there.

"What could it be... other than a waking dream?" Remilia was confused and concerned about... everything to do with these sudden memories.

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"You know... if that is what it is, then it will end eventually, and we can go back to our lives. Perhaps someone slipped something into all of our coffee. I will punch them for it." Yes, she was going to go with that. That worked, well not really, but it was worth a shot.

"I suspect sister Nina would be very unhappy with them too..." And she could be quite vicious when she wanted to be...

"I worry that this has to do with other strangeness, but then again if it does, we may be in good company for paying people back for this trouble, yes?" Her sister could be quite dangerous, but why not have a whole army of angry customers? "Either way, I truly hope it is just a waking dream that has our minds so twisted up lately."

"I'm not sure if it has anything to do with horses suddenly stop existing or not..."

"You know, you may be right. It is not as if all this strangeness could not be some sort of weird coincidence, is it? If that were the case, it would be so much less sinister." That was actually helping a lot more. "And we would be less likely to be going insane, just desperately in need of an end to the pranks."

Correlation was not causation, but it was getting very correlative around here.

[Considering the fact that it's his bar, he's pretty used to people coming in and out. So, when she asks if he said something, he leans on the counter and raises an eyebrow.]

Mostly asking for your drink order, but you seem a little distracted.

[ Émilie looked a little embarrassed. ]

Ah, just something that've had on my mind lately. Perhaps something... not too alcoholic for now?

[There's a nod as he gives her a once over, turning back to the bar stock behind him.]

Pick a color and I'll make it a surprise. How about that? Do you prefer something sweeter or flatter?

"I asked if something was wrong."

Was Caroline supposed to be in here? Weeeeeeeell... she might have put on her best "frantic maid urgently needs to do something" act, in the process neglecting to mention that her shift ended over an hour ago, and thereby avoided anyone asking such questions. Look, it was for a good cause.

"Just a lot on my mind..." She turns and looks at Caroline directly. "Should you even be here, and not, perhaps, at your parent's?"

"They're both working late." Such weak diversions will not deter a Caroline from her prey. "This wouldn't have anything to do with horses and social networks, would it?"

"Unless that has something to do with remembering something I'm sure never happened, no."

"Actually, I think that does fit the general theme." Caroline took a seat next to Émilie. "So, what sort of memory was this?"

Émilie paused, looking into her surrogate sister and maid's eyes. "I remember... a room done in sixteenth century French style, possibly a noblewoman's private chambers, where I was sat at a small table... being served tea by a beautiful, silver haired maid."

Caroline, of course, is one of the few Émi has admitted her orientation to.

"Oh? Should I be worried about my job?" Okay, so that wasn't especially funny. Caroline moved on without really waiting for a response. "I take it she's nobody you know."

"No, I'm sure I'd remember if I met her for real. ...Reminded me of Vera a bit, though, but I can't see her being a maid."

"That's what you need. Other rich ladies to be your maids. Just declare yourself the alpha heiress."

"Have you met her? She'd never agree to that. Besides, I'd... rather her be my girlfriend."

"Kidding, kidding. I'll be rooting for you." Siiigh. "Although it sounds like you might feel the same about your mystery woman."

"Of course not, how can she be real? Perhaps she's just a vision of an idealized Vera..." It felt good to say this out loud to Caroline. Unlike her blood sisters, she won't tease her too much about it.

"It could be. Or your mind is using her as a starting point for a fantasy. --Water, please." Apparently they'd been here long enough that Caroline's pretense of urgency wasn't holding up anymore. "Either way, it is interesting that you pictured her as a maid. So she'd always be nearby, maybe?"

"Maybe..." Émilie, of course, will be having something alcoholic. Cognac, maybe.

Is Caroline going to have to escort a drunk home? Because that wasn't in the job description. She'll do it, she just wants to make sure everyone's aware of that part. "At least you have a starting point. I've been trying to remember someone lately, and I don't even know where to start."

"What can you recall?" And get someone to drive her home, unless Caroline is able to drive...

She hasn't taken the test yet, so... "I can only picture her being around thirteen, so I guess this would have been a few years ago. She tended to declare that things were decided. And she'd dyed her hair pink, which I'd think would have been more memorable."

"Should I keep a look out for pink haired young ladies?"

"Maybe. I don't know if that's even still how she looks."

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