Martel took her job seriously, if only because she owed it to her employer to perform her very best. To each customer that wondered their way into the clothing store, Martel was the first to open the door with a bow and the last to wave them from the door as they left.
“Welcome to Dressed-To-Kill, my name is Martel.” Martel gleams, “Oh my, no coat? You’re brave! It’s awfully cold to be wondering around without one, perhaps thats what brings you in today?”
How careless she’d been to have gone and ripped her dress. Not enough to be seen, but enough to be noticed if one were to look close enough. Elsa knew it wouldn’t do to wander around when it could easily be repaired. Thank goodness she happens across what seems to be a humble little clothing store. Whether or not they’d be able to fix it is up in the air but it couldn’t hurt to ask. “Cold?” Is it really that cold outside? Maybe it’s just because she’s used to it. “…Yes, well, I’m not really bothered by the cold too much.” A nervous laugh.
“Pleased to meet you, Martel…” She trails off, lifting the bottom of her dress, a noticeable hole could be seen at the very bottom. Not bad by any means but still bothered by it nonetheless. “I was wondering if you happen to skilled in mending clothing?”
She’s incredibly lost. How she’d ended up in an entirely different ward is a different story entirely. All Elsa knows is that she probably shouldn’t be here. The flashing lights, the strange machines, and the very pushy attitudes of the employees that work here do not make for a comfortable atmosphere in her opinion. This was the casino, or so that sign she’d read a while back had said. No one seemed to be up to answering any of the questions she had, all they wanted was for her to spend money that she didn’t have.
Thankfully, she’s able to pull someone with a friendly face aside. A woman, probably not much older than she is, here for whatever reason. Elsa’s nerves are instantly calmed. “Sorry, I’m…” Lost, to put it simply. In a giant city like this, it was much too easy to get turned around. “–Where is the exit?” It’s much too loud in here for them to talk
The Eternal Cherry Blossoms. An endless cascade of pink flowers that bloom year round. The sight is spectacular, Elsa can admit, but there was something…missing. Hesitation overcomes her. It’s not the opinion of people that she cares about, it’s more of…wondering what they would think if suddenly the flowers suddenly froze over. So, she looks for an opinion.
“What do you think…ice or no ice?” A bit of a vague question but she expects an answer all the same.
Bit of a late start but if you’re interested in interacting with Elsa, feel free to like this for a starter! I’ll cap at 5 for now and they won’t be event related!