The OC above is your servant for the day

A servant? For him? 

Well, this was a little awkward since he was a cop and she was...a thief. Oh, who also does belly dancing as a hobby. That's pretty cool? Ryan just stared at Cecil awkwardly, trying to process the situation and come up with what in the world he should make her do. The more he thought about it, the more he started to feel a bit guilty since ordering random people around was not the kind of thing he does.

Moreover, she was indeed a thief and definitely someone he should be arresting right at that moment. However, she didn't look like she had any ill-intent going on so it felt wrong arresting her at the same time...Ryan began questioning whether he was being a good cop or not. 

"I..should be arresting you, but uh given to the circumstances...just don't steal or anything? At least, right in front of me you know." He paused for a brief moment, trying to break the ice. "I was just about to get lunch, wanna go eat with me?"

Ryan couldn't take his eyes off of the toothbrush as Frederick ordered him to clean the restrooms after finishing up with filing the mountainous stack of papers. Sure, the guy was always so cold to Ryan and always seemed to glare at him whenever he tried to strike up a conversation. Today, however, was a very unlucky day for Ryan. He sucked at filing papers and office work in general, but cleaning? He guessed it was alright but man, using only a single toothbrush was hardcore. He slowly raised both his hands a bit when Freddy mentioned the orange incident. "You got it, boss. Won't happen again!" He gave him cheerful smile.

THUD!!!
Frederick set down a large stack of papers on Ryan's desk, dark blue eyes glaring harshly at the cop. "Don't forget to file all of these," he said. He was normally cold, but there was an exceptionally sinister aura radiating from him today, especially around Ryan. Every steered clear of them, watching in the distance as Frederick forced Ryan to do extra work, from filing papers to cleaning shelves to even picking up lunch for him.
After about ten minutes, the detective returned once again with cleaning supplies, dropping them unceremoniously on the cop's desk. The cleaning supplies consisted of one (1) toothbrush. "When you're done clean the restrooms." He leaned down to be eye level with Ryan. "And next time don't tackle my husband because you mistook his orange for a weapon," he seethed.

The Bird Master relaxed on his golden throne, rubbing his chin. Priding himself being able to be the master of this massive creature for the day. The Bird Master loved servants as he loved to be reminded of how Godly he is. Bird Master was certainly not a god but Ftero can literally feel an almighty force that surrounded The Bird master. The force wasn't visible but can only be felt and known.

His new master just sat there awhile, admiring the yutrannus. Ftero was indeed powerful and very large; The Bird Master was very impressed. He finally got up and looked at Ftero in the eye and spoke. His voice was deep and powerful; it commanded an audience, "We share similarities you and I. We are both raptors and lust for meat. As my slave for the day, go hunt and bring a meal worthy of your Bird Master. Feel free to murder any felines in your path. I am not found of those vile creatures."

There was something feline-ish about this human woman... He could smell it.
Bird Master hated the idea of servicing. On top of that, it had to be a human! Harmless and as sweet as she was, the creature was still human. And all she wanted was groceries. Meant he had to go out there and do humanly things like shop for these items. He scoffs. Then tensed his muscles and went about his task to get Delores her carrots and beef stock. He said not a single word to her.
(Delores such a cute lady!! <3)

   fjycsgdyuc O'm glad you like her?? I thought using her would be... an interesting idea, especially considering Bird Master, so I took it and ran with it LMAO-

The first time Dolores saw a being merely called "The Bird Master" at her doorstep, she almost fainted. First, because it was cold outside and the bird-headed humanoid appeared to not have... Anything to combat the low temperatures. Second, because she had never seen anything like him in her entire life before. Third, because he was essentially the opposite of her: tall, muscular, and so forth. Fourth, because- Actually, scratch that. There'd be too many reasons as to why she was genuinely shocked when she found herself cowering under the presence of this giant bird. Person. Bird-person.

With much hesitation, she opened the door, initially only leaving a tiny crack open so that she could make sure that she wasn't seeing things or otherwise running the risk of being involved in a crime (not that the crime rate here was exceptionally high anyways). However, out of the deepest compassion in her heart or some other cheesy reason, she eventually opened the door more and stepped an inch outside.

Her whole body visibly trembling from a mixture of fear and timid energy, she raised a quaking hand and asked, "My, um, what brings you here at this time? Aren't you cold out there? The temperatures here do get terribly low at times, if i'm going to be honest, especially at night. Please, um, do come in... It's rude to leave people outside like this, after all." She did what was an attempt of a curtsy before allowing the guest to go inside.

Once she did, Dolores quickly closed the door and asked, "You must be this 'Bird Master' whom people were talking about, yes?" The elderly woman briefly glanced back to rotate the knob to check if it was fully closed or not, before actually turning the lock on it. "I imagine it'd be a bit humiliating if someone like yourself just worked for an old lady for a day," she added with a sigh while rubbing the back of her neck, "although I actually don't have much for you to do. I'm just someone who's retired and trying to live something resembling peace, so if you expected anything particularly extraordinary, you'd be out of luck."

"Actually," Dolores suddenly suggested as she walked over to the kitchen to check the cupboards and refrigerator for anything that she might need, "I might have something for you to do..." Her eyes glanced around the interiors before nodding and closing the relevant doors. "Yea, that could work," she muttered to herself before turning her attention back to Bird Master. With a small smile, she asked, "How about you get some groceries for me today, hm? I just need a few carrots and maybe a can of beef stock or two, that's it. After that, you can just sit around and do whatever you want until the time's up. What do you think of that arrangement?"

follow-up time yeet-

"Oh! I was told we'd be gettin' a servant for the day, but... I wasn't expecting uh... you." Slug said to the friendly-looking woman in front of her.

"Wait, I don't mean anything by that! I was just expectin' another dumb psycho.. I can't be mean to ya." She sighed. "We usually just make 'em to do the nasty crap none of us wanna do, but I can't make you do all that!"

"We do need some help in the kitchen, though. You up for it?" Slug asked Dolores. "I know you're kinda our servant and all, but you seem really nice! If you don't feel like cookin', just lemme know. We have a lotta stuff we need to get done soon..."

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(miiight do a follow-up if I'm feelin' up to it!!)

"No, I don't think I'll be calling you that." Christine said matter-or factly and cocked her head to the side at the sight of the womans expression "You said that your last name was...Limax? Am I pronouncing it right? Well, if you don't mind then you'll be miss Limax for the duration of your stay here." Strange name, but still preferrable to the moniker of "Slug". Christine found it unbelievable that anyone would willingly accept to be named after such a nasty critter. "First of all, if you are to work for me today you need to stick to the dresscode. You need to fit in better to go out in public, you see, I'm not sure how much The Cogwheel Association explained but as bad as it is all sorts of timetravel and...mechanical limbs...are not really public knowledge..." she paused as if hit by an idea "Yet." Christine flashed the woman in front of her a charming smile "Now if you would follow me to my study, miss Limax. I'd love to have an interview with you. You don't mind cameras, right? Of course you don't."

The stranger was sat down in her study - a large room filled with paper and paranormal paraphernalia - and over the next couple of hours Christines' "servants's" technology, tattoo, hair and arm were subjected to numerous photoshoots and traditional sketches, followed up by an interview concurrently using a camera and a dictophone - due to said camera unfortunately not being a "soundie" as Christine explained. The lady of the house was clearly using her temporary power over Slug to try and prove the existence of things outside this world, or at least outside of her era, being particularily interested in the technology and whatever "predictions" Slug might remember of the latter half of the 20th century.

Afterwards Christine tried to casually ask her temporary servant to make them lunch, but ended up interfering and helping out numerous times as it quickly became clear that Slug was not used to a 1940s' ration-era kitchen. Christine seemed fascinated with the woman, inquiring a lot about how cooking works in her era, what kind of food they have available and how many of the 20th century techniques have slipped from common knowledge. Nonetheless the journalist also struggled to understand her, often seeming pushy and - on a few times - somewhat judgemental.

By the afternoon any ideas of using Slug as a servant, or dressing her up for the contemporary public, seemed to have been gone from Christines' head as she dove back into digging information about the womans' world, gladly explaining about her own job and state of affairs in return. She seemed to figure that even if she'd not find a publisher in the newspaper industry it might be possible to write all the info of Slug down and edit it into a fiction-book. It was going to be a long and emotionally taxing day.

Cam wasn’t all that into having a servant, but when they discovered she lived during the same time they had, they were excited.

“Umm.. Well, I suppose as you’d imagine I’m usually the one having to do all the work around here, and I don’t quite feel like giving that up, so instead I thought you could tell me more about what happened after I died!”

Cam pulled out a chair and sat the woman down, “See, I was born in 1916 in London! I didn’t live as long as you had though, I died in 1934, pesky whooping cough, I heard they got vaccines for those right after I passed, too, is that right?” Cam got out a notepad, they tried avoiding any technology the woman wouldn’t be familiar with, they knew, unlike them, she wasn’t taught about future inventions in Hell.

They asked her many questions, writing each answer she gave them down carefully in their best penmanship.

“What was the Depression like?”

“What did I miss?”

“There was another war, I heard, tell me about it.”

“Did you help in the war? Cause I heard like 500 women died in combat, like the nurses and pilots and stuff. Did you do things like that? You look like you would’ve, you look brave.”

“Ah, did journalism change after I was gone? The news was like the only thing I was able to read.”

“Have you written books?! Are documents from you still available?! Can I find them somewhere?! That’d be so cool!”

Cam was really having fun, they totally forgot she was supposed to be “serving” them, they were so excited to learn all about what they missed in the time they could’ve been alive.

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"DAYUUMMM!!! Who dis puny lost demon?!" Rylex shouted at Cam as he purposely towers over them; hoovering over their small frame. Exerting his masculinity all over Cam's face. The soldier moves in closer so his chest pumps into Cam's face, shoving them aside. 

"I an't never got a servant before!!! OHHHH this gon' be FUN!! WOO WOO WOO" Rylex chants and rubs his palms together excitedly. "BOY!!! After today yo girly tiny ass wish you was never born! I'm gunna make sure I work you!! And yo ass best not talk back, or Imma smack some respect into you boy!! HAHA!!" Laughing obnoxiously, unaware that Cam is nonbinary. 

He wraps his arms around Cam and pulls them closer. "DAMN! Why is you so soft!" Rylex regrabs Cam. "The fuck is this?!! You is a demon isn't you?! What is I gunna to do with a frail soft demon boy?! And you is a midget too. Can't ask yo ass to fight along side me and the boys. Or carry shit! Yo ass too weak, you just break! Yo ass good at anything at all besides just standing 'round look'n cute?" Refusing to acknowledge what Cam can do and their abilities. Rylex shakes his head in disappointment. "You know what girly. I got the job for you. Me and the boys gunna go chill tonight. And yo cute self can fetch us the drinks and make us some man-wiches!! HAHAH!! Be our cute lil waitress, yeah? That all yo ass be good fo 'nways! OOohhhhhh!! WOOF WOOF!!"

When Rylex saw Kero he just pointed and laughed in his face, spitting all over him. "One midget, two midgets. How many sissy boys am I gunna get to see today! I an't listening to nuthing you got to say girly." He crosses his arms in protest. "You ain't my boss or captain. I already got a Captain. He's a real man. Unlike you, some cute overgrown mouse." Still resistant.

It wasn't until Kero grabbed Rylex by his dog tag, and displayed his superior strength, that the soldier finally hinted at a more respectful tone towards the alien. "AYE MAN!! Chill. No need to yank on my goodies right. But you having me apologizing to those weak ass sissies. You jok'n right? Trust me on this, man, bro, they get picked on for a reason yo.." Rylex more frustrated when he realized Kero wasn't kidding, "Man... Naw.... I.. I can't be doing shit like that. Is just not me yo. Fawk!" He shakes his head. "Yo man. I mean. How bout me clean yo house. How that sound? Better?" Rylex trying everything he can to get out of apologizing.

Kero couldn't help but feel intimidated by Rylex. The way he spoke to others made Kero feel sick; it was a reminder of his mother's cruel belittlement, and his father's fixation on strength and performance. So, knowing that Rylex would be his servant, but afraid that he would still overpower Kero in terms of his abrasive personality, Kero steeled his gaze and held a rigid countenance.
      "Listen up, John," he snapped, pinning his wings upwards to make himself look more intimidating. "For today, I am your boss. Your captain, if you will. Now, I don't plan to make you do anything unsavory, despite your wretched nature." He grabbed Rylex by his dog tag, thankful for the strength his otherwise unwanted alien form granted him, and pulled him down to eye level. After all, at only 5'4", Kero hated to see Rylex towering above him at a solid 6'7".
      "However, I do have one thing in mind. You remember damn well all of the soldiers you've terrorized. Don't you owe them an apology? Well, that's what your task is today. I don't want a servant, but I'd better not pass up the chance to force you to humble yourself to them."

Skinner looked at the humanoid standing before him, biting his lip in the process. What sort of bet led him into this arrangement? He tilted his head; surely this didn't seem... Right. Sure, he had folks working underneath him, but as far as he was concerned, they were just conditioned that way by their environment. Thus, to make them the best workers they could be, he treated them well to the point that he even refused to call them "servants;" to the annoyance of his wife, he always preferred calling them "employees," and this fellow proved to be no exception as he rubbed his forehead and struggled to come up with an adequate provision.

"Um," was what initially came out of his mouth. The middle-aged man was clearly quite tense over the idea of having to order him around; part of this problem was that he had no idea whether to consider him a higher-class or lower-class individual. If he was higher-class, then he'd have to see the Curian as an equal, and he couldn't see any reason to force someone around his level to do his bidding. But if he was lower-class, then intrigue took over as Skinner simply found them too intriguing to just treat like some dog. He'd rather spend this time trying to figure out how the other party functioned, why their thoughts worked the way they did, and so forth. Just demanding that they did this and that wasn't demeaning to Skinner; he just saw it as a waste of his time.

A smile - uneasy yet still genuine - eventually formed on his face as he suggested, "You know... I think it'd be nice if you tell me more about yourself. I don't really want you to do much, to be honest. My regular servants and wife do most of the work, anyways. Adding one more worker at this point would just be inefficient." He chuckled while trying to deflect the stammer clearly present in his inflection. "That's all you have to do for me today, actually. I'd love to learn more about you, sir, regardless of where you stand in comparison to me."

He pointed at a cluster of armchairs near the fireplace, the perfect backdrop for a rustic scene.

"Please, let's just sit down in the salon in a bit and talk, yes? We should probably take it easy, me because I'm a bit old and you because I can't bear to see you engaging in hard labor. It's a much better use of our time than me bossing you around, anyways."

it's time for a follow-up... also you BET that Skinner is gonna be that friend archetype... he lives to make friends... 🥺