Who in the hell do I have to murder in this town to find proper employees for a boutique. Shoes.

And if I get applicants like I did last time, I'll have to murder one of them, I swear. There are quite a bit of rather attractive people in this City- I couldn't care less if you wear a dress or trousers, heels, or boots, just- don't be a round, white... thing, or someone who's knowledge of shoes extends only to "you wear them".

Uch. Death gods aren't meant for this kind of stress- I feel faint.

And for that matter.

A lot of you were far too kind with your ratings of others yesterday. Shush, now, let's not talk about hurt feelings. If you really love her, you'll give her that 3 and tell her not to dress like a backstreet prostitute, and if you're really friends, you'll give him that 4 and remind him about the importance of conditioning.

Honestly.

THE GLASS SLIPPER

Ooooh, this was so much easier when the good Madame was running things~ Alas, alas, she's gone to greener pastures, to hotter shoes, and men potentially more on the straight and narrow than I. Now, if only she'd walk back through those doors, blonde hair agleam and heels aclicking.

A man can dream when he's hiring, I suppose.

That aside, hiring! Normal floor work, you see, reception, assistance, register. Easy, but.

You must be: attractive, hard-working, and good with people.

Do inquire within~ ♥

WHAT?! IS THIS AN INSULT? WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY! EXCUSE ME?

This isn't an insult, is it. No, no, surely- Ahem. It means I am just as good an actress as an actor, because I-

WHAT DO YOU KNOW, ANYWAY!?

Your Brain is 53% Female, 47% Male

Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female You are both sensitive and savvy Your emotions do sway you sometimes... You also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve

... nfu~ ♥ Would you look at that.

( ☠ Private to Rip | Unhackable; )

( ☠ Private to Road | Unhackable; )

the glass slipper

Twelve holly slingbacks
Eleven stiletto shoes
Ten derby bluchers
Nine black kitten heels
Eight men's brown oxfords
Seven pointed brogues
Six espadrilles
Five gorgeous pumps
Four ballet flats
Three platform shoes
Two ankle boots
& a sexy pair of spatted boots~ ♥

For the holidays, for the lover, the friend, the secret Sant-

d,;lewfmnewknfaqAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[switch to audio;]

[the sound of glass breaking, and- what the hell is that, it sounds like... a motor revving]

HOW THE HELL IS A PLASTIC GIRAFFE GOING TO PAY FOR THAT WINDOW?!

( Private to Rip & Road; )

EUGH-

TACKY!!!!

Statue, get thee from my sight! What is this travesty? In a cemetary, you may be beautiful, aligned with the graves and death, but-

YOU CLASH WITH MY DECOR.

Oh, how does one lure out a lover so-

SEBAS~CHAAAAAAN, I HAVE YOUR LITTLE EARL AND IF YOU WANT HIM BAAAAAACK...

Maybe that will do... oh, dear me. You'd think Romeo would be quicker to Juliet's beck and call but no~

WILLIAAAAAAM~! How does one get his attentions- I'M FILING ALL OF MY TIME HERE AS OVERTIME! YOU HEAR ME! OVERTIME! YOU WORK ME LIKE A DOG, YOU CAD! And I love it, nfu~ ♥

... I'll just leave that here, thank you.

And perhaps that might do for attracting other favorable guests as well... no, Madam?

Edited to add; [filtered against Elizabeth Middleford;]

AND YOUR FIANCEE!

Nfu~ I've never had quite this strong a desire before, and while the flesh of a handsome man, the supple skin of a beautiful woman, is indeed a delicacy-

A tasty banquet of juicy, tender, meat-

An experience beyond belief for the taste buds-

A smorgasbord of mouthwatering morsels-

An opulent and inspiring appetizer-

...

Haaaa... just a bite.

Mouuuuu~ ♥ City, city, city. Fire and tea parties... it's so cliche! Like Nero and the fiddling while Rome burned... romantic, yes, and dramatic, yes, but.

It's all been done before, you know.

Oh, there's just no helping the tacky. There comes a time one must throw in the towel and~! ... Lament the loss of such a beautiful woman as the madame, and then take over her business venue- it's only proper, after all.

After all- a woman's shoes say a lot about her. And I do have a lot to say. And help all of you say~ Being a death god doesn't pay rent here~

I may- MAY be recovered from that horrendous ordeal! Horrendous!

If I scar I will kill someone! My face, my beautiful, awe-inspiring face-

What right have the deities to pass judgment on a death god!?

HMM?!

I will be billing the deities for any and all reconstructive work and beautician bills! Do you hear me?!

...

I HAVE BEEN SLANDERED. WRONGED. VIOLATED.

I NEED A MAN OF THE LAW. THE KIND IN A SUIT- NOT THE POLICE.

WHERE IS WILLIAM WHEN I NEED HIM- SURELY HE'S A DEGREE OF SOME KIND.

Ashes~ Ashes~ They all~ fall~ down~

Shinigami Grell Sutcliff, London division, soon to reporting for duty at the Phantomhive mansion, ready to pick up my-

... Scythe... upon orders from...

Or not~ ♥

Oooooh, William is going to be so very cross that if I mess up my first assignment back on the job! Oops.

[ooc; new chapter of Kuroshitsuji and Grell didn't get the possiblyhintedhemightget appearence, so, bringing him back- from just before the mission he is sent on to reap the souls of the Noah's Ark Circus troupe at the Phantomhive mansion. He remembers the City, and he'll... get over himself one day. Or not.]

Nfu~ Today is more than delightful enough to last me for quite some time. ♥

Your darkest desires, city, your most perverse wants and needs, bared for all to see? The polite and kind, the righteous and the pure- underneath all of that, aren't you all just as sick and perverse as the rest here?

Behind the curtains, behind the masks...

You're all animals garbed in silks and propriety.

No better than... say... a harlot on a street corner, daubed up in crimson and hiking up their skirts for a coin or two? Willing to give in to any john's... fetish?

Shame.

Oh, my, my, my~ ♥

Isn't this place so entertaining? A cirque, just for us~! My dear Little Mistress, you must have enjoyed that, what with your new business endeavor, no? How is that faring, by the way? Tell Mother everything~

And always, like clock work, tick tick tick, this City is bringing in newcomers, too...

Who will it bring me this time? After all, they brought me the boy Earl and my beloved Sebastian...

Do I get my William next?~

Round and round and round it goes, where it stops... no one knows?

This place has an awful long fuse, doesn't it?

That last curse, you know?

Quiz time- Do death gods have mothers?~

As if I need a curse to mother my babies? Shame, City. Those of you who don't know the feeling of maternal pride are surely lacking.

Now, my daughters are the sweetest things-

SEBASTIAN, HAVE YOU MET THEM, YET?~ ♥ AS THEIR STEPFATHER, YOU OUGHT.

A reflection on one's parents, children are. You have... "spare the rod, spoil the child"... but how about if they're as well-behaved as mine, you need only spoil.

Oh, William, surely you'd like them, too, as staid as you can be. You'd make a wonderful father! Well- the workaholic proper type, anyway.

Sebastian is the devilish type. Rakish, tempting mommy like that.

Oh, City. How you indulge me.

... even if you have hairballs.

DISGUSTING!!!

What kind of foul plan is this? Eww, eww, eww!

[that is the sound of a chainsaw revving- now]

BACK, FOUL... THING!!

( Private to Alexis Hargreaves; Unhackable )

Aaaaah, but this City is sometimes far too good to me, far too good.

I do enjoy the foray in to a lady's body- the true physicality of a lady, mind. The other half, the things I desire, offered me-

Shame on those who frown on the opportunity to get in touch with their feminine sides! (And those who try changing their appearances poorly in a lie- if you're going to disguise, do it proper!~)

As is-

SEBAAAAAASSSSSSTIAAAAAAN~~~~!

[ooc; Grell does so enjoy being a lady]

Aaaah, City, you allow me so many indulgent fantasies~ ♥ It's unbecoming to be such a tease!

But- you returned my dear Romeo to my side, so, you'll have my gratitude- for now.

So many things, so little time- tsk, tsk, Who'd ever think playing butler would pay off so?

Then, to the first-

Little Mistress?~ Larxene~? Nena?~

Outing, my treat? I've a bit of a need for a... how to say.

Fun. And a bit of rechristening for an old friend.