In a good mood the young musketeer sauntered into the doll room where his eye caught on Eternia right away who was busily scribbling in a notebook. Seemingly this was the right place! He hadn't seen much since his arrival and so he was happy to meet a pretty woman right away. He cleared his throat and approached her.
"Good morning, dainty lady! My name is..."
"Yeah, yeah, okay", mumbled Eternia with just so much as a fleeting look. "Plastic accessoires go into the drawer behind you, bulky clothes like your hat I will put away for you. Then take a roll of bubble wrap and make yourself comfortable in box 2 until the move."
Chevalie was affronted. "Err... huh?"
"Take foil, get into box, wrap yourself up. Sword - drawer. Hat - give to me. Where's the problem?" Eternia pronounced every word bluntly as if she was talking to someone brain-amputated. She wroted with the pencil. "One sword, blue and golden. Drawer 3..."
"Err..." the musketeer said again.
Eternia got annoyed. "Man, why are you dawdling like that! We have to organize a move! Now get going, there's others waiting behind you!"
"But... I just arrived here and am to be wrapped up again right away?! There must be some kind of mistake!"
"Sweetie, everyone who isn't casted for the first five scenes of Dolltopia - and that's actually only Sinistra and I - is to be sleeping in the box until we arrived at our new home! Orders from the top boss!" She put on a stern look and added: "I'm sorry if that hurts your vanity."
"This isn't about vanity! I didn't even have an opportunity to tell my forename! What kind of manners is that?"
"Manners!" hissed a man's voice behind him. "Don't get me started on manners here!"
Chevalie turned around and freezed when he saw a blone, tanned man who wore nothing but a sheet of bubble wrap around his hips. The foil trailed behind him like a veil. "I wasn't even fully arrived yet when I was attacked by a crazy woman who cut off my pants! My pants, goddammit!"
"Mon dieu!" the musketeer gasped, stricken with horror.
Eternia was just about to start a little speech about clothes that stain and that this were just safety measures of the boss until his clothes would be correctly washed and protective underwear be given to him, but then she looked up from her notebook and actually enregistered the get-up of the newcomer. "Uhm." she just said and stared unabashed.
"Is that a proper way to greet a super attractive new star?!" the blonde man kept yelling and stomped his foot so hard it made the foil rustle. "By assailing him and ripping off his clothes?!"
Eternia's gaze was still not directed at his face when she replied: "Geez, I think there's something wrong with your bubble wrap. Could I have that back for a final check, please?"
"NO!" screamed the young man disgustedly and wrapped himself even tighter into the foil.
"What's going on here?!" Tamara intervened like a cold fog. Her voice was dangerously cool and restrained. "I finally got Eternia to actually do some work and promptly there's a traffic jam! Who holds everyone up here?!" she demanded to know with a chilly look.
"Lady, I hold everyone up as long as I want!" the young man yelled furiously. His heated aura clashed against her wall of ice and the difference in temperature between them both seemed to start a storm. "I'll do so until I get my pants back! And my shirt!"
"Then talk to the director and don't cause a ruckus here", Tamara replied sternly.
"Just to be sure: When you say 'director' you actually mean the crazy one?"
"Exactly. All protests are to be directed at the boss."
"This will have repercussions!" the blonde man griped and walked away with drifting foil. "I signed up as a sexy heart-throb, not as a stripper!"
"Sorry if that hurts your ego but you're not the first nudie here and won't be the last one, either." Tamara's only reaction to his bout of temper was to raise a brow.
"I won't put up with that! I do have my pride!"
"Then keep stomping around like an elephant instead of adding yourself to the list. But don't start crying when the moving truck leaves without you and you get forgotten here."
"Pah! As if someone could forget me!" the young man yelled and strutted out the door.
Eternia still stood still as a rock. She hadn't looked into his face even one.
"Do you know who that was?" asked Tamara as if nothing had happened at all.
"Uh-uh", Eternia replied. 'Too much foil...' was all she could think right now.
"Well, then I'll see if I can find out before we really forget him here in the end. You keep writing your list."
"Yep..."
"Pull yourself together!"
"Yep!"
The musketeer hadn't moved at all. When Tamara crossed her arms in front of her chest and a dark glow started to grow in her eyes Chevalie quickly grabbed a roil of bubble wrap. "Uhm, well... So I put my sword down here and go, right? Box 2, right?"
The black haired woman growled affirmatively. "Leave your hat here, I'll put it away for you."
"Gladly so, my lady!" He quickly went off. This ice-cold lady creeped him out.
"See you again in two to three months!" Tamara called after him.
Eternia sighed heavily. "Aw man, such a pity we have to move. I hope he'll still be solo after the move", she mumbled.
Tamara cleaned the hat of dust and asked: "Which one of them?"
The blonde cocked her head. "Actually I don't care which one. One had great hair, the other one a truly firm butt."
"Tch, I should have known... Why do I ask in the first place."
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