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[[OOC: 7th Firstfall, mid-morning, the docks.]]
Celeste Monroe
Nicolette had been not a little surprised when Celeste had offered her a berth all to herself on the Wicked Grace. Then again, surprising her had turned out to be a specialisation of Celeste’s, and one she did not object to in the least. They had enjoyed a few encounters since the exciting night at the Chantry, and on the last she had still been cooling down when the other woman made the offer. That she should have at least a hammock on the way to Antiva made sense, but she had not expected Celeste’s generosity in allowing her to move in so soon in change for entertainment during the maintenance of the ship, and she had expressed her agreement in a manner the other woman appeared to enjoy thoroughly.
Accommodation could frequently be a tricky subject for Nicolette. Sometimes, she was lucky, and in exchange for a performance per night she got a room and some food each day, plus a small stipend for playing which she augmented with tips from the patrons and what she earned during the day. At the worst end, she had to pay for everything, including stage time, and divide the coin she had earned with the barman and the landlord. There were many different levels between them.
While she would be doing this in exchange for the berth with no financial compensation and would have to perform at taverns during the evenings for a little extra money, Nicolette considered herself to be extremely lucky in this regard. Not only would she be on the water more often, something she enjoyed, but she knew she was unlikely to be ousted if her ‘landlord’ took a shine to a different minstrel. Plus, they were going off to have an adventure before long. And there was the benefit of being able to enjoy Celeste’s company more often. Nicolette had yet to have a single moment of boredom around her.
With her pack gathered together and Thibault at her side, Nicolette wandered down to the pier, humming a little as she went. The air was starting to turn a little sharp now. It was a good time of year to be aiming towards more sun-drenched climes, but there was still a clear sky above and breeze felt bracing rather than murderous.
She reached the Wicked Grace and paused at the gangplank. The top deck was a hive of activity, and she smiled broadly as she headed up the gangplank, and came face to face with a young deckhand, still in his teens by the thin scattering of hair at his chin, who grinned when he spotted her and waved in a familiar fashion.
Thankfully, Nicolette’s instinctive response was to smile back, even if she was not sure if the man was waving because he recognised her from somewhere or he was just being friendly. “Bon matin. Is Captain Celeste on board?”
Celeste Monroe
Nicolette had been not a little surprised when Celeste had offered her a berth all to herself on the Wicked Grace. Then again, surprising her had turned out to be a specialisation of Celeste’s, and one she did not object to in the least. They had enjoyed a few encounters since the exciting night at the Chantry, and on the last she had still been cooling down when the other woman made the offer. That she should have at least a hammock on the way to Antiva made sense, but she had not expected Celeste’s generosity in allowing her to move in so soon in change for entertainment during the maintenance of the ship, and she had expressed her agreement in a manner the other woman appeared to enjoy thoroughly.
Accommodation could frequently be a tricky subject for Nicolette. Sometimes, she was lucky, and in exchange for a performance per night she got a room and some food each day, plus a small stipend for playing which she augmented with tips from the patrons and what she earned during the day. At the worst end, she had to pay for everything, including stage time, and divide the coin she had earned with the barman and the landlord. There were many different levels between them.
While she would be doing this in exchange for the berth with no financial compensation and would have to perform at taverns during the evenings for a little extra money, Nicolette considered herself to be extremely lucky in this regard. Not only would she be on the water more often, something she enjoyed, but she knew she was unlikely to be ousted if her ‘landlord’ took a shine to a different minstrel. Plus, they were going off to have an adventure before long. And there was the benefit of being able to enjoy Celeste’s company more often. Nicolette had yet to have a single moment of boredom around her.
With her pack gathered together and Thibault at her side, Nicolette wandered down to the pier, humming a little as she went. The air was starting to turn a little sharp now. It was a good time of year to be aiming towards more sun-drenched climes, but there was still a clear sky above and breeze felt bracing rather than murderous.
She reached the Wicked Grace and paused at the gangplank. The top deck was a hive of activity, and she smiled broadly as she headed up the gangplank, and came face to face with a young deckhand, still in his teens by the thin scattering of hair at his chin, who grinned when he spotted her and waved in a familiar fashion.
Thankfully, Nicolette’s instinctive response was to smile back, even if she was not sure if the man was waving because he recognised her from somewhere or he was just being friendly. “Bon matin. Is Captain Celeste on board?”
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