Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-14800267-20130812065835/@comment-14800267-20130813062517

OOC- Bored bored bored! *prods board* Do something, damn it, forum. You're here to entertain me while I go through the mind numbing task of cutting artworks for merch for the con in a few days.

So this post is long post because bored, and I like long posts, both making and reading- Feel free to post super long ones too. I loves them :)

IC- The first class of the new day and the post breakfast bell hadn't even chimed yet. The muse-ic room was still, blueish dawn light made streaks across the floor, winking on the brass curves of trumpets, horns, flutes and harps, the only sounds were the soft sigh of wind and the twitter of morning birds outside the diamond paned window and the soft ticking of a large cuckoo clock.

The silence was shattered when the heavy oak door creaked open. A small, moonfaced girl with a myopic squint hesitated on the threshhold before scurrying in, throwing more than one glance behind her.

In the dawn light, she dragged a heavy student chair across to the wall, reaching up and stopping the clock's pendulum, pausing to be sure the device had stopped it's tick tick ticking, before she nimbly jumped down with a dexterity that belied her plump frame and replaced the chair.

With another nervous glance towards the door, she gave the room a quick once over. There were a pair of seats a little off to one side in a shadowy part of the room which looked promising. She put a crocodile leather skin messenger bag beside the one that had the better view of the front, taking a imperial purple cushion from her own sea bag and plumping it on the seat before placing a far more tatty common canvas cusion on her own and settling down. To wait.

She did not have to wait long.

The candles along the walls, in scones and on bookshelves flared to life. Esmee quickly jumped to her feet.

"Captain on deck!" She shouted automatically, wincing as she realised she was NOT on the Lady Luck and she was NOT surrounded by her fellow pirates. Jane spared her a simple raised eyebrow, but, thankfully, didn't seem purturbed by her slip. Esmee let out a breath and decided to push her luck and see if Jane was actually in a good mood or if she'd simply become so used to the phrase she hardly noticed it.

"I silenced the clock for you, Cap'n. One of those horrid cuckoos. I knows how you hates Cock a doodle dooing much like you hates a tick tick ticking."

She waited, tense and ready to dodge a razor sharp slash for even MENTIONING those sounds. Instead, Jane settled herself on the seat provided without complaint or critisism.

'''"Excellent work, Esmee." '''

Esmee almost fell off her seat. Her Captain had removed her glove, which dangled from her hook, and was critically eyeing off her nails.

"Iffn you don't mind me sayin' Cap'n, but you're in a rare good mood today..." She cringed at the piercing blue stare that snapped to her "...I mean, just seems... you know..." she peetered off.

'''"I suppose I may be, Esmee, I'm simply not terribly used to such a thing. I feel rather like the smell of rain or the beginnings of summer, or perhaps warm clean sheets and a good book." '''

"Sounds like a good mood to me, Captain. I suppose this class is a brilliant one to start on, with me knowing some rare tunes on the sailor's whistle and your pappy- uh, I means, Captain Hook- Uh, not you, Captain, but the other one, senior, on Jolly Roger, teaching you the harpsichord since you were a nipper, and then how to play it with one hand once... once..." She realised this was a dangerous topic even with Jane in a good mood.

"Say, I thinks it looks like I need to paint yer nails again, Captain! They're looking a touch chipped at the ends. Do that at lunch" She said quickly, glancing towards the door as she heard someone, (Blessesly) approach "Wonder 'oo else we got in this class? Never thought to look..."