[OPEN] WHISTLE WHILE YOU WORK
Characters: Elizaveta Héderváry, and anyone who might like to pop by?
Content: The new cabin girl just going about her day, doing chores and keeping herself entertained. Convoy members, meet the new crewmate? Non-crewmates, stop by and make a new friend? Handsome men, make out in the vicinity?
Setting: Early in the day she'll be wandering about the convoy, past noon she'll be outside around the entrance.
Time: Any time of day, she got up early and stayed up late. Set around the second day of the festival.
Warnings: Elizaveta's mind. ((...and me whoring out my character because I have so much free time right now, orz ))
Elizaveta had been a maid for the last year or so, and it had become something of a lifestyle to her, one that she'd not yet outgrown. Perhaps it was because she still continued to wear the apron her ex-husband had given her? Perhaps it was just comfortable to her now, just as comfortable as holding a sword or riding a horse. Perhaps she was just the type that was always held back by inertia, she changed slowly. After all, it had been ridiculously hard to make the transition from warrior to lady, she'd never forget that.
Well, regardless as to why, she'd been set on cleaning around the ship today. She'd do nothing to get in the way of anyone, of course, just a little bit of tidying to make it all sparkle. In her left hand she carried cleaning supplies, a broom, a bucket, a cloth. In her right she held a small book, which she read in brief bouts between periods of cleaning. During those moments when she'd turn her attention to it, a small blush would cross her face. Clearly it had some interesting content, though the front and back covers remained entirely blank and revealed none of its secrets.
Content: The new cabin girl just going about her day, doing chores and keeping herself entertained. Convoy members, meet the new crewmate? Non-crewmates, stop by and make a new friend? Handsome men, make out in the vicinity?
Setting: Early in the day she'll be wandering about the convoy, past noon she'll be outside around the entrance.
Time: Any time of day, she got up early and stayed up late. Set around the second day of the festival.
Warnings: Elizaveta's mind. ((...and me whoring out my character because I have so much free time right now, orz ))
Elizaveta had been a maid for the last year or so, and it had become something of a lifestyle to her, one that she'd not yet outgrown. Perhaps it was because she still continued to wear the apron her ex-husband had given her? Perhaps it was just comfortable to her now, just as comfortable as holding a sword or riding a horse. Perhaps she was just the type that was always held back by inertia, she changed slowly. After all, it had been ridiculously hard to make the transition from warrior to lady, she'd never forget that.
Well, regardless as to why, she'd been set on cleaning around the ship today. She'd do nothing to get in the way of anyone, of course, just a little bit of tidying to make it all sparkle. In her left hand she carried cleaning supplies, a broom, a bucket, a cloth. In her right she held a small book, which she read in brief bouts between periods of cleaning. During those moments when she'd turn her attention to it, a small blush would cross her face. Clearly it had some interesting content, though the front and back covers remained entirely blank and revealed none of its secrets.