Maid Cafe Club first meeting!

Setting out, Ania had chosen a simple white dress for the first club meeting. She figured simplicity would be best, especially if they were going to take measurements for the uniforms on the first day. Also wanting to make a good first impression, she bothered with her hair that morning, braiding it to the side and tying it off in a pony-tail.

Thankfully, the walk wasn't far to the room where the meeting was being held. Fingers drumming on her mouth as she passed classroom after classroom, she finally found the assigned room where the maid club was to be held. Pulling the door open, she surveyed the room only to find it empty. Save for one person, of course, who she assumed to be Sylvia. The room smelled like various sweets, and in her head, she had already begun concocting potential recipes if they were to ever have a bake sale to promote their club. The one thing she was ever-happy to contribute would always be sweets.
Ah, hello. I do hope I'm not late ..."

Paige's decision to join the maid cafe club was purely pragmatic, at least that's what she kept telling herself. Despite her thinking of the job experience for her inevitable part time job as a waitress, she found the club's title questionable, given the differences between a maid and a waitress. At best, she'd just have to put up with an awkward stipulation for some precious references, and at worst she would find herself in a fetishist's club. The thought made her shiver, and she the images that popped in her mind stubbornly persisted, to her dismay.

Regardless of her uncertainties, Paige tried to retain a bit of optimism for her decision. She was, after all, joining her first club, something she sorely wanted ever since she watched a few high school dramas showcase them as glamorous togethers for like-minded people. She even looked decent for once, if her least-holey jeans and a clean Doors tee consisted decent attire.

Once she arrived at the advertised room, Paige gingerly opened the door and walked into an empty looking classroom, where she could see two other girls. "Hey.... I'm here for the... uh, the club... thing?" She said quietly, digging her hands into her pockets to fiddle with some lint and the crumpled club flier. As she scanned the room, she couldn't find any sign of two people who said they'd be there to greet her.

Wonder if them goblins are gonna show up... Gah... what're their names again? Paige though absentmindedly, she didn't feel very strongly about their absence, as her meeting with them was very brief and awkward, given one of the obnoxious goblin's comments about her. The less obnoxious, embarrassingly-just-like-her goblin, however, seemed decent enough.

Paige cursed her inability to remember their names even though they'd just met the other day. Name issues were... well... an issue for her.

Two small figures charged down the hall, both with mottled brown skin and long, bullet-shaped heads. Both were hauling a duffel bag as they ran, slinging it between them as they hurried down the halls. They panted and huffed as they charged, sweat beads rolling down their faces as the bag swung chaotically between them.

"We're late! We're late! We're late! We're late! We're late! We're late! We're late!"

"I'm only coming along because you wouldn't go along, dammit..."

The two had a bit of trouble stopping, rushing past the door before turning and clambering back into the room before dropping the duffel bag and starting to pant tiredly, recovering from the huge sprint. One of them, a fiery little person with bright orange hair, seemed to recover first and grinned up to the others.

"Dorito Lovis present and accounted for, So's Cheeto here!"

Cheeto had moved her way over to the snack bar, having pushed her ivy-green hair out of her sulky eyes and had started to sample the cakes, when her name was called she turned and waved meekly to the small crowd.

"Hi..."

She lit up as she saw Paige though.

"Hey Paige!"

Ania had no issue making herself at home in the Maid Club. Her eyes roaming over the snacks, Ania's nose twitched at the scent of sweets, tempted to sample one of the small cakes. She hadn't baked herself in a couple weeks, too wrapped up in school and her boyfriend. A couple more people filtered in behind her, and Ania curiously studied a little ginger female. She looked a bit awkward, and Ania's gaze slipped towards the two smaller figures that pushed through the doorway.

Containing a giggle behind her hand, Ania didn't quite know what to make of these things. They were obviously students, and club members at that. Shrugging it off, Ania made her way towards Sylvia, seating herself nearby with one leg underneath her body. A small bag of pretzels was produced from a purse, and she politely began to nibble on one, remaining attentive. "I'm Ania. It's good to meet all of you."