Spring Fever [Amelia's Maids]

Ah, the Spring Festival! The area around Fukui Academy was filled to the brim with excitement as the students got to enjoy the fruits of their labor. From the various stalls that lined the area to the sounds of the music students playing out their hearts for everyone to enjoy. And how could one forget the food stalls where the culinary students were selling their tasty delectables?

Dressed in white lolita clothing, the heiress looked the part of a high class girl. Amelia had read about such events before in manga, but ah they were quite different in real life. The sights, the sounds, so much interesting experiences to be had at such an occasion! Perhaps she should open up a stand for painting pictures on the next day or two. But for now, she was quite content to tour the Festival with her cadre of maids.

Margaret would be lying if she said she wasn't looking forward to the spring festival. She'd only seen these kind of school festivals before in anime, so she was looking forward to seeing what one was like. So far, it was very impressive. It seemed like just about everyone had participated in some way. Even Margaret had managed to sneak a script off to a group of students who were putting together an animated movie for the event. That wouldn't be up until the next day though, so for now she was just following the young mistress around.

Not that she had much of a choice in the matter. Amelia had all but dragged her and the other maids along. She supposed that it wasn't so bad, touring the festival with her beautiful mistress, but...did she really have to come in uniform? Noticing the occasional gaze in their direction, Margaret sighed. "If anyone's set up a maid cafe here, I'm running for the hills," she remarked.

She would likely never admit it to those that she was accompanying, but Minako was actually moderately enthused about the so called Spring Festival, if only because it engendered culinary competition and creativity. Indeed, she'd entered a few recipes of her own in some of the cook-offs, though under a pseudonym with only a contact number, lest she drag too much attention to her creations. Fortunately, the competitions accepted entries over a period of time, so that the silver-haired girl was able to attend to her duties as a maid. And security, if it ever became an issue; no one ever expected a maid to be armed with sharp blades under their uniforms. Outside of video games anyway.

With a placating smile curving the edges of her pale cherry blossom lips upwards, she walked alongside Amelia and her entourage, appearing at least somewhat pleasant, though anyone who'd been around her for a length of time would know she expressed little to no emotion, other than a healthy dose of cynicism. "One would wonder if you could make it to the hills before they caught you, with those Lilliputian legs of your's Miss Chamberlain." Without missing a beat nor encompassing any change in expression, Minako's grey-blue gaze scanned their surroundings coldly and analytically; she did not expect there to be much trouble at an event like this, but one could never be certain of Fate's tricks.

"Have you considered entering one of your creations, young Mistress?"

Ami, having come out of uniform, likely didn't even appear as if she belonged with this group as she lagged a little behind, quietly examining what this event had to offer. This was her first year in an actual, legitimate school, much less a festival held by one, so there was a lot to take in and discover; she was only curious about it, rather than excited, which was easy to discern by the subtle arch of the brow above her visible eye whenever she caught sight of something interesting. Plenty of nice things to look at, but she had yet to find anything that she would be expressly intrigued by personally.

Alas, it seemed boredom would strike eventually. The dark-haired girl kept an ear out for the conversation of the others but, without any particular input of her own, did only that, though she hadn't quite paid attention to how much she was lagging behind. The crowd of students made it a tad difficult to maintain a similar speed to the others wit her attention diverted elsewhere... although, if she did end up getting separated at any point, she wouldn't exactly have minded.

More freedom to explore for herself.

The spring festival is such a beautiful thing to enjoy for once. Yet Franziska happens to be lost in the crowd of anonymous students - stuck in her maid uniform, not even knowing where her mistress could be. Though, this was the chance for her to enjoy new entertaining things, as things like this don't come to her back in Germany. Moreover on discovering the festival that probably will never come to her homeland. At least it's something to join in.

She was highly doubtful about being found by other maids, or possibly Amelia herself. Maybe not most of them know a young maid like her, and despite that she might be mistaken as a cosplayer. Yet she's getting carried away by arrays of stalls to check out. She's not aware she can get lost even deeper into the festival.

"Was ist los?!" her German phrases are coming out of her mouth again. She wonders what on earth is going on in this tightly packed crowd of people here. Just what could it be..