Rei arrived soon after, tea set in tow, just as promised. Emilia smiled and gave a small wave, and wondered vacantly if the tea she served would be awful, or decent-enough. The young woman's outfit was surprisingly stylish, including a set of lace gloves that seemed a bit eccentric, but still fetching. Ah, if only fate were fair... this girl would have been the Applingdale heir rather than me. Cruel fate.
The next arrival came not through a dinner guest making their way through the dining room, but in a fantastic stage display with puffs of marvelous pink and blue. Farah!? Emilia was stunned, her mouth agape as she watched her new friend perform. What well behaved Pokemon! And how beautiful, even for a short display! The girl thought that Farah looked like a sparkling fairy up there with her talented Pokemon.
Once the display was over and glitter lined the tablecloth, Farah made her way back. "O-oh, there's nothing to apologize for. If I was your manager, I'd make you perform, too! Er, I mean, I would ask for you to perform. Not make you." Emilia shut her mouth to prevent more word vomit from spilling out. "You did a good job!"
And then, the final guest. Oh, lordy. Emilia couldn't prevent her face from screwing up like she had just licked a lemon slice. What on EARTH was the bug man wearing? She didn't think she'd be able to pull together such an offensive outfit from her wardrobe if she put an active effort into it. Feeling secondhand embarrassment, she actively looked away, her hand slightly covering her face while she tried to pull herself back into composure.
"Drinks, everyone?" The waiter arrived, and Emilia was grateful for the distraction. "A glass of orange juice and soda water, if you'd please," she requested. She was grateful that she wasn't old enough to order alcohol on this cruise ship- on the occasions she drank it with her family at home for fancy dinners, she always found it atrociously bitter. Worse than tea, even!
"Order what you like," she announced to her table guests. "Let's all enjoy our new companionship and celebrate the first evening on this fine ship!"
Meanwhile, back in Emilia's cabin, underneath a pile of pillows and bedding, something began shifting. Rather, it began shaking violently. A muffled click could be heard in the room. A viscous purple fluid began to creep through the pillows, finally seeming to gain enough purchase on the fabric before dragging a teapot violently out of the pile. A stain lingered on the sheets, complete with an aroma of freshly brewed tea.
A mere pile of blankets could not stop a being such as Oolong. Emilia must have known this. But then again, nothing could really stop Oolong.
The Polteageist smiled.