[This dream is already way less fun than the reality of Io. Jester had some practice being a handyperson around the Mistake and the Ball Eater, but that doesn't quite directly translate to being an outright housemaid to some shadowy fake people. She's been quietly causing mischief where she can, slipping "surprises" into freshly laundered towels and sneaking paint into bathwater, you know, the general chaos tiefling M.O.
Of course, sometimes this means she gets caught. And chewed out. And left to grumble as she goes to clean up her mess.]
DOES ANYONE HAVE SOME EXTRA SOAP!?
[She yells in an entirely undignified and entirely careless way, because she doesn't think to worry about the patrons being alerted to their "invisible" helpstaff. She's a little busy cleaning up the remains of her last, perfectly executed paintbomb.
Someone walks up and she assumes they've gotten the extra soap she asked for, and she turns to grab it—and her fingers connect with a very familiar set of green-toned, clawed hands. She jumps a bit, her hand recoiling out of sheer surprise, and then she sees who it is.
And she gasps. The most exaggerated, overdramatic gasp ever heard, her eyes widening about two sizes in the process.]
hard work b!
Of course, sometimes this means she gets caught. And chewed out. And left to grumble as she goes to clean up her mess.]
DOES ANYONE HAVE SOME EXTRA SOAP!?
[She yells in an entirely undignified and entirely careless way, because she doesn't think to worry about the patrons being alerted to their "invisible" helpstaff. She's a little busy cleaning up the remains of her last, perfectly executed paintbomb.
Someone walks up and she assumes they've gotten the extra soap she asked for, and she turns to grab it—and her fingers connect with a very familiar set of green-toned, clawed hands. She jumps a bit, her hand recoiling out of sheer surprise, and then she sees who it is.
And she gasps. The most exaggerated, overdramatic gasp ever heard, her eyes widening about two sizes in the process.]