Everything goes according to plan
[Video: It's late evening and the young woman wakes up and streaches. She's still covered in paint, but at the moment she doesn't know why. She yawns and looks around.]
Well this is quaint. What did I drink last night.
[She's inspecting her arms and pushes her covers off herself only to look down at .... nothing.]
Great. Dorian, how many times have I told you not to let Jen take me home. She's got a damn crush on me.
[She moves out of bed and walks over to the dresser, still undressed, and riffles through for undergarments and clothing. All the while she's mumbling under her breath.]
This isn't even my loft .... dammit guys, where the hell did you take me? I've gotta be back home by the end of the day.
[She sighs, remembering the date with the ambassador's son. With any luck he won't try to manhandle her. It's all she ever hopes for on days like these. She remembers a month ago when that man from the trading company tried to get under her dress during intermission.
She shuddered as she pulled on her shirt. Please, not again for at least another month.
Once she was dressed she rummaged through the closet that wasn't hers. Alright, so this was her clothing, but not her room. Strange. Had she messed things up again? Best to put on a proper face instead of giving the game away. Grabbing a different set of clothing she sneaks out to shower, hoping that things haven't been destroyed too much.]
[ooc: Wave's road is that she was never caught by her father. She's been living two lives all this time and is a bit different then she was. Have fun household, and everyone else.]
Well this is quaint. What did I drink last night.
[She's inspecting her arms and pushes her covers off herself only to look down at .... nothing.]
Great. Dorian, how many times have I told you not to let Jen take me home. She's got a damn crush on me.
[She moves out of bed and walks over to the dresser, still undressed, and riffles through for undergarments and clothing. All the while she's mumbling under her breath.]
This isn't even my loft .... dammit guys, where the hell did you take me? I've gotta be back home by the end of the day.
[She sighs, remembering the date with the ambassador's son. With any luck he won't try to manhandle her. It's all she ever hopes for on days like these. She remembers a month ago when that man from the trading company tried to get under her dress during intermission.
She shuddered as she pulled on her shirt. Please, not again for at least another month.
Once she was dressed she rummaged through the closet that wasn't hers. Alright, so this was her clothing, but not her room. Strange. Had she messed things up again? Best to put on a proper face instead of giving the game away. Grabbing a different set of clothing she sneaks out to shower, hoping that things haven't been destroyed too much.]
[ooc: Wave's road is that she was never caught by her father. She's been living two lives all this time and is a bit different then she was. Have fun household, and everyone else.]