(Remaster) The Ship of the Tempest

The World Birth

'How in the world does she wear something like this without issue? These gold embroideries are annoying...' Z73, rather now playing as Clemenceau, was still finicking around with the outfit choice her friend always went for.

The dress itself was extremely form fitting, and thus pretty tight and uncomfortable. Adding insult to injury, her outer thighs had a cut open slit where golden edges were put into the outfit and, rather irritably, keep pressing into her and rubbing against her, not feeling so great over an extended time.

Though, at the very least, she did get to enjoy the large cloak, which had a surprisingly comfy puff collar. The crown and scepter(more a staff with the size even dwarfing Clemenceau) were the jewels on top, and despite not actually being royalty, the childlike side of Z73 couldn't help but compare.

'Really oughta stick it to Elizabeth. Look at me, I both look, act, and demand the presence of a Queen!'

She waved the staff around a little, giggling a bit as the dangling ornaments jingled in the wind. She soon spotted her objective though, as the sun was already beginning to rise in the horizon, so she calmed herself and relaxed her grip on the staff before putting on the smile she always saw on Clemenceau's face.

Showtime
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"Clemenceau! It's been quite a while, a long month has separated us!"

Clemenceau smiled and welcomed the words of her main suspect, Marco Polo, with a bow. "Thank you for being so welcoming today Marco. It's been quite a journey, and I feel quite famished from it."

"Then come along! I'll serve you some good food!" Marco smiled, her long blue hair shining in the light as she turned around to lead Clemenceau along.

She followed the Italian, listening to her usual prattling about Italy and things that have been exciting within it. In secret, Z73 was groaning at the words, because the videos didn't prepare her enough for this woman's ego.

Eventually, the two reached a pavilion, one with a table and two chairs already set up for them. Marco was clearly waiting for Clemenceau a while, what with the treats already laid out and in glass containers to keep them fresh longer in the open.

"Please take a seat wherever Clemenceau."

"Thank you for the treats Marco." She sat down on the right chair, crossing her arms on her lap just as the notes she had said to do.

Marco sat across, almost immediately taking a container off and sliding over a Parfait to Clemenceau. "Here, this one was made recently, and with a few new ingredients we wanted to try, all topped off from the finest chefs on the planet!"

The Parfait was a light brown in texture, and she could already see that it was crafted delicately to suit all the ingredients put in. She took her spoon and scooped off a small chunk, bringing it to her lips and taking the first bite of the Parfait.

...

Her eyes slowly widened, as a smile broke onto her face. She quickly went in for another scoop, taking it just as warmly as the first.

'Caramel~...'

She heard Marco huff with pride, definitely because she saw her bliss filled face from eating the Parfait. "Do you enjoy it? I had them create all different flavors, but who would have guessed Caramel was your number one?"

She swallowed the piece, smiling at Marco. "It's lesser known, since I'm not a fan of others buttering me up with sweets."

"I suppose it's good only I know now hm?"

The two share a chuckle, before a small conversation came out between them. It was surpassingly comfortable, especially considering how prideful Marco was, plus the knowledge she might be a suspect for the Crown's theft.