Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-5078678-20130915195653/@comment-14800267-20130919022207

OOC- This seems to be the absolute last thing Jane would want any part of. So I'll throw her in despite the angry glare she'd shooting me. Feel free to kick her out if she blocks the plot.

IC "....Pillows, check! Sleepy Nightie wear, check! Toothy brushes, check! Snacks, check! Sleepy sack bags, check! That's about it, Captain! We're all set- iffn just a wee bit late. Shall we off?" Esmee stood by the door of their over large room with a pair of sea-bags over her shoulder, almost quivering with anticipation. They had recieved the invitations to Jolie's sleepover several days ago. Esmee knew it had been out of pure curtesey as fellow Ever After High girl without a roomate rather than any desire to have them come to the sleep over. Jane was loathe to attend any kind of social event, and the likelyhood of her accepting was about as high as the likelyhood of anyone actually WANTING her to be there.

Esmee on the other hand, had desperately desperately wanted to go. She'd slept in the forcastle of Lady Luck with all the rest of the crew many times, but they weren't anything like a sleepover! There were makeovers and pillowfights, snacks, ghost stories, movies... games like truth or dare... she was so excited by the idea of hanging out with other girls who may actually treat her nice she had risked her own neck to beg, plead, cojole, wish, promise, suck up, demand, and whine her way into being allowed to go. She had expected a night's leave, but had been stunned when Jane had, albeit highly reluctantly, agreed to go as well.

Secretly Esmee hoped it would do Jane some good. Her Captain was usually arrogant, violent, upleasant and uppity, but she had a tendancy to the melancholy and Esmee hoped a little nice treatement might help lessen that... and her other bad traits.

Not that she'd say that aloud.

Jane had been sitting quietly by the window as Esmee had frantically packed. She got up slowly, seemingly unwilling to turn away from the stars.

'I suppose we must." She sighed, sweeping past her first mate, down the corridor. Esmee hurried after her, keen not to be left behind.

They stopped by Jolie's door, thoughtfully marked with some lovely pearlecent baloons. Jane sood back and let Esmee knock.