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The opera troupe had come to Torensten, rather against Maria's best wishes. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate touring to the major cities, it helped raise her profile (not that it needed it much at the moment) and broke up the dull, repetitive day to day life in Sorona. You know, expensive dinner here, ball there, media interview, modelling shoot, endless designer shopping, and of course, performing. Sometimes it was nice to do something a little different. It was just that she wasn't sure she approved of Torensten.
It was a port city, and sea air would be terrible for her hair. The long blonde tresses were held firmly in place by enough hairspray to hold them rock solid, in their perfect, elegant wave that had been hand crafted by her stylists, but that didn't mean she liked the idea of the salty air getting at it. (Yes, Maria didn't think twice about dumping entire bottles of product into her hair, but thought salt would be bad for it). The old Opera house, back in her home so forgotten, had been near the sea, and that had been one of her primary complaints then. She couldn't help but see this as a step backwards.
But even then, she could adapt. Provided the opera house was acceptable, and the manor they had rented for her was up to scratch, she could manage. Oh, she might have to rough it a bit; for example, some of her staff had remained behind in her mansion back in Sorona, and frankly Stefan was her least favourite of her personal chefs to come with her, but yes, she'd manage. Or so she thought.
She just hadn't expected the city to be so overrun with... adventurers. She just didn't see the appeal. Yes, she knew there were monsters. But what about your average person inspired them to put on some dirty old cloak and grab a rusty sword and charge out into the wilderness? It was all just so... uncouth. Now, noble knights, they were different, but they had a purpose. Princesses to rescue, villains to defy, and- .... well, actually, that was all Maria knew about knights. That was all they seemed to do in the operas she took part in. At least in HER scenes. It wasn't like she read the scenes she wasn't in...
Luckily, she didn't have to look at the adventurers too closely. Her entourage saw fit to that. An entire platoon of make-up artists, hair stylists, personal shoppers, assistants and hanger-ons that went where-ever she did. In this instance, they had been directed to find her a nice café that would serve a coffee to her personal standards. Her entourage eventually found a small place, and immediately invaded, practically taking over the place, moving tables and chairs to arrange them so Maria had a place to sit that was optimal for her, before the diva could even arrive.
And then Maria entered. Well, it'd be fairer to say Maria's perfume entered. The heavy, expensive, thick scent that cloaked Maria like, well a cloak, flooded the room before the opera star even set foot inside the establishment. But then she entered, expensive, revealing silk gown swaying slightly as she stopped to observe. The café was tiny (although that may be what happened when you crammed an entourage of unnecessary personal assistants in there, Maria). But, if her scouts had picked this place, they must at least serve a decent coffee. "How delightfully quaint," she remarked, because there was no other word for it, and she approached the counter. "I'll have a grand latte, double espresso, no foam, with a shot of raspberry with a sprinkle of cinnamon on top. And make sure it's low fat, would you?" she ordered, as if it was the most simple thing in the world...
Jessie was a regular at this cafe. It was right next to her apartment building, so it was her go-to place for a quick drink before her day began. The coffee was good and the pastries were even better. But then, Jessie really wasn’t a picky sort of woman. Most coffee was good enough for her, as long as it wasn’t too bitter or too burnt-tasting. This café specialized in almond flavoring though, which she quite enjoyed with just a little bit of cream. [break][break]
And that’s the drink she was peacefully enjoying that morning. She sat in the corner of the little shop, idly chatting with one of the workers, a woman about her age named Lyra. Sunlight filtered in through the window beside her, dancing over the book she might start reading. Unchain the Light. The synopsis on the back seemed quite interesting, a fantastical tale of a goddess of light and life, captured and held against her will. Of course it culminated in the goddess being freed and regaining her power. Maybe this was a new story to have Brinia look over and adapt into a play for her troupe. Maybe Jessie could be the goddess. She smiled at the thought and started to open it up as Lyra drifted away to help another customer. [break][break]
But then her peaceful morning was shattered as a huge group of people swarmed into the tiny, quiet café. Jessie watched curiously as they made demands of poor Lyra, making her help them move nearly all the tables and chairs into a different configuration. Who were there? Jessie shot Lyra a sympathetic glance as the young woman hurried to meet the demands. [break][break]
It seemed like the chaos was settling down, Lyra returned to the counter, curly hair now curlier from the stress. Jessie was about to call her over and ask what was going on, but the answer walked through the door before she could. First, it was the smell. A cloyingly sweet scent of perfume that was way too much. Then a woman entered, walking with the bearing of a queen. Her gown was clearly more expensive than anything Jessie had ever owned. [break][break]
The queenly aura remained as the woman approached Lyra and rattled off the most insane coffee order Jessie had ever heard. Raspberry? In coffee? She pulled a face, wondering if this tiny café even had raspberry flavoring when it specialized in almond flavors. She didn’t even necessarily understand every other part of the woman’s order. And from the look on Lyra’s shocked face, she didn’t either. [break][break]
Jessie wondered if there was something she could do to help. But then she properly took in the woman’s appearance. And did a double take. Then almost laughed aloud. No, there was no way! But… the face. The hair… Celes? It couldn’t be. The Celes she knew would never be dressed like this, nor have this attitude! Ah well, nothing for it. Jessie might at least distract this strange Celes-look-alike long enough to let Lyra get her bearings. Or maybe it was Celes, undercover? Way undercover?“You look exactly like someone I know,” she commented idly, walking up to the woman. “The resemblance, it’s quite uncanny. I’ve not had the pleasure of meeting you before, have I?” She flashed a quick wink to Lyra.
The woman behind the counter looked shocked, which caused Maria to sigh. She had specifically sent her staff out to find a good coffee shop. She would be having words with Zara, her person for finding places to dine (yes, she had a person for that) later on to discuss this, since this woman clearly couldn't handle a simple order. She waved a dismissive hand that was so flawlessly and expensively manicured that her nails sparkled with inlaid jewels and a delicate, glossy pink paint. "Would somebody please teach this woman how to do her job so that I can have my coffee?" she said aloud to her staff, sending one of her entourage scurrying over to assist the woman behind the bar. The member of her staff at least had an apologetic look her face. She had been on the receiving end of Maria's attitude enough times to not want others to deal with it, clearly. "I swear, do I have to do everything myself?" she said moodily as she made her way on elegant, towering stilettos, worth more than this pathetic establishment she was sure, towards an appropriate seat. The sentiment was a ridiculous one. As if Maria knew how to do anything herself but sing. She probably would fail to even get into one of her elaborate gowns without her entire platoon of stylists.
Of course, before she could complain further, somebody approached her. It took only a moment for Maria to assess that she was not part of her entourage. (Maria had far too many followers and staff to learn all of their names and faces, of course, but this girl certainly wasn't one). And if she was, well, Maria would find out later and have words about the fashion standards she expected from those following her. This woman wasn't even in heels!
She seemed to recognise Maria however, even if she didn't know where from, and that was enough to play to the diva starlet's ego. She smiled. It was uncommon, yes, for somebody to not instantly recognise her, but sometimes people didn't immediately realise where they knew her from. Maria liked to assume it was because people couldn't quite imagine the great Maria Nightingale actually walking among them. By the state of this coffee shop so far, Maria could see why this young fan would be so confused.
"Oh no, we've not met, but if you think about it, I'm sure you'll realise where you recognise me from," she said, smiling with delight at her flattered ego, even adopting a pose reminiscent of the one she had on the poster outside the opera house. Yes, Maria was vain, selfish and spoiled, but she delighted in her ego being flattered, and in particular, in meeting her fans, who this woman doubtlessly once since she 'recognised' her.
Jessie started off just feeling bad that Lyra had a somewhat difficult customer with a complicated order. But it soon became apparent that this woman who walked like a queen and smelled like an entire perfume shop was much more than a little difficult. Jessie stiffened and gritted her teeth as the woman implied that poor Lyra didn’t know how to do her job. Her eyes ran up and down the diva. She was encased in so many layers of silk and tulle that Jessie didn’t even know how she moved. Certainly she didn’t dress herself, not without help of the entourage that flooded the little cafe. There was no way Jessie could picture her making something as menial as coffee. [break][break]
The woman’s attitude quashed any lingering doubt that this might really be Celes deep undercover. No one was that good at acting, especially not the relatively quiet and stoic leader of the Dragonblades. As Jessie approached, the woman seemed thrilled that someone was approaching her. She definitely seemed like a woman who lived for attention. Well, anything to get her ire away from Lyra who looked like she was about to keel over from the stress of the encounter.[break][break]
The woman positively preened at Jessie as she spoke, striking a pose like she was a living billboard or something. “Hmm, no. I guess not,” Jessie said after a moment longer studying her face. The resemblance really was striking, though. “The woman I was thinking of is a mercenary so I’m pretty sure you can’t be the same person. She really looks a lot like you, though. It’s uncanny, you could almost be twins.” [break][break]
Then, to give the situation a little more time to settle, Jessie stuck out her hand in greeting. “I’m Jessie. I’m guessing you’re new to Torensten. Anything I can help you with?”
Maria did her best not to roll her eyes as this woman studied her face. Really? She was still pretending that she didn't know her from the billboards? Maria supposed it was possible she had attended one of her performances and not remembered the advertising, but she found it highly unlikely she wouldn't have realised who she was in that case. Maria believed she made an impression on stage. An impression nobody could forget.
But then this woman went one more and compared her to... a mercenary? The look of disgust that rippled across Maria's face was palpable, and she took a step back, almost as if physically struck. "A... mercenary?" she repeated, with a snobbish, dismissive laugh, as if it was the most absurd thing she had ever heard. "No, darling, I haven't ever played a mercenary. Not my role, I'm afraid," she said. And then she paused, aware the girl was still looking blank. "Oh, for heaven's sake, I'm Maria. Maria Nightingale. The opera star? I'm afraid if you're after tickets, I believe every night has sold out already," she said proudly.
She paused, again wondering what this woman was all about. Introducing herself and offering to help, well, that wasn't unusual. Maria had plenty of adoring fans who wanted to get to know her more. They didn't usually pretend not to know her, however. "Oh! Well, if you're offering to help, I assume you want a role as my assistant. I have plenty of personal assistants, but there's always room for one more. Estella! Can you help get this girl an application form?" she called to one of her many, many, suffering aides.
"Yes, it's my first tour in Torensten. It's a ... delightfully quaint town. Not quite my style I'm afraid," she said with a snobby dismissiveness. "Well, if you're so eager to help, you could help me with where to get a decent coffee."
