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Joan turned her head as she heard the click. "...I don't know about the rest of you but that sounded like a lock getting loose." she looked down at the pressure plates and decided to step on the one to Frelda's left, closing her eyes in a tight flinch as she anxiously awaited the result.
Joan sighed at the last door. The one door she couldn't unlock and it was probably the only way out for all they knew. "Great...this door won't open...now what..." She looked at all the others, hoping they had an idea. Her stomach still tightened and her head still swirled from the stew...
As Joan made it through the door she nearly jumped out of her skin as she noticed Climbs, until she realized he was a guest as well. "Oh thank the gods...I thought the first thing I would see was a bad face." She looked around, feeling a chill as she held her elbows while pressing her arms...
Joan's awakening was particularly slow, beginning with a faint wooshing noise that seemed to come from all around her. It wasn't until she sat up that she realized it was her head with the worst throbbing headache she could imagine.
She didn't need to think hard to realize something was wrong...
Joan, before getting settled, took the cloak from beneath her seat. She almost wanted to try it on right now, considering the drafts she was feeling (and that it was from her favorite host), but didn't want to stain it while she ate. She listened to the chef's speech with the most charming of...
Finally dinner would be served. For Joan she hoped to weasel a seat as close to Phineus as possible, hoping to keep scoring as many points as she could with him. As of now she planned to have fun rather than think buisness, and Phineus was very much on her agenda.
I understand. I think Eilene would do better to play a less direct role in the RP anyway, such as the whole Nightwatch thing and maybe pick off a few stormcloaks yall run into XP
Joan stood up. After seeing the dress fly, she knew the show was just getting better. Much to her relief yet dissappointment, the lady was still in a night gown. 'It's probably for the best. Don't want to spoil appitites." she muttered aloud with a sly grin, taking her last drink.
Joan found the scene to be pure entertainment. The lady she had already grown to despise humiliating herself as she did. Even her own little boy tried to pick her up. "Poor dear." thought Joan. She could only imagine what that boy went through on a daily basis with her. Talk about your own...