scraps_of_me (scraps_of_me) wrote in oblivionrp, @ 2009-03-23 09:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | molly, molly and sean, sean |
And the Cradle Will Rock
Who: Molly and Sean, closed
When: 8:45
Where: Molly’s room
Molly was already dressed to party. Her long, extra full skirt was a patchwork of colors and fabric textures and she wore a muscle tee in lime green. She’d debated between sandals and boat shoes and the boat shoes won on account of this being a boat. Now she was sitting on a couch in her room watching a marble roll back and forth on the floor.
When things began sliding she had the idea of putting the bathroom stuff in a drawer, and her art supplies in the safe. There was no place to really put the pretties supplied in the room, like lamps and the other sundries.
“What are you doing?” Sean walked through the door between their rooms.
She gave him the ‘duh’ look. “Watching the boat rock like a cradle.”
“Maybe they’ll cancel this thing.” Sean had asked the staff, who had assured him the entertainment would go on and everything was safe. Ships this size could weather almost anything.
“You’re not getting out of it.” Molly glared at him. “The pale blue shirt makes eyes shine. Good selection. Jacket can be shed later. But dark suit will help identify. “ The marble made a skittering noise over the tiles of the mosaic. “The higher one travels on the boat the more the sway. Physics. Engine room may only be rocking a little bit.”
“Anyone who gets seasick should head to the lower decks then.” Sean gave a slight smile.
“Zero hour approaches. Let’s head for fun.” Molly stood and braced her legs. The gymnast in her easily keeping her balance .