Life Style Discovery
Mission: Chapter 10: Brakes on a Train
“Hm,” Ashrieda said, twisting Madame Peacock’s pearls around her finger as she stared at the captain. Something wasn’t quite right. The captain was still playing the part of nanny, but it didn’t feel convincing at all.
“You look exactly like someone who is pretending to be a nurse,” she said finally.
Daenelia scowled. "Of course I am pretending," she said haughtily. "I would be much more convincing as a lady." Her eyes were on the pearls that Ashrieda was playing with. "I am not much of a ...carer, am I?"
She touched her hair, which had been rolled up in modest braids and twists, and made her face feel like it was stretched tight. She missed her curls flowing around her face. It felt cold. "We could still switch," she said with hope in her voice. "You can be the maid, I will be the lady. You have much more freedom to roam around," she added.
Ashrieda seemed to consider this, but then waved her hand dismissively. “You know I can’t be the maid, that has unfortunate implications. Besides, who’d hire a maimed maid? Make Dottie switch, who did she get?"
Daenelia picked up a fan from the dressing table in the Peacock's master bedroom. She flipped it open, only to have it fly out of her grip. She tried to grab if before it hit the floor, but stumbled over the long skirt she was wearing. She crashed into a cabinet, which flew open to reveal an assortment of wines and spirits in bottles. She whistled.
"Look at that," she said softly.
“Wow,” Ashrieda agreed, nearly tripping over her own petticoats as she tried to help the captain. But she had her eye on the booze. “Merovingian,” she said excitedly, seizing one of the bottles of wine. "You do know what'll happen if the rest of the crew finds out about this," she added, cradling the bottle to her chest protectively.
"We don't have to tell them," the captain said. "I will hand out drinking money. We can ... keep these safe. For a special occasion." She eyed the bottle of Merovingian wine, trying to read the year it was bottled.
Ashrieda looked at the captain. "That would hardly be fair," she said with as much conviction as she could. "We could all have one night of good drinking and eating, together." She noticed the captain's eyes widen, a sign that that was exactly the opposite of what the captain had in mind.
"It'd be wasted on them!" Daenelia started to grab bottles as if to keep them safe from the rest of the crew.
“Wasted?” Ashrieda exclaimed, feeling like she should be offended for her crewmates. Remembering that she was talking to the captain, however, she sighed. “I just think that we all deserve to have a good time, given all the things we’ve gone through since we left the ship. Everyone could dress up -- you too. Then we’d all be able to see what a fabulous lady you make. Because you make a terrible nurse.”
“Maid,” Daenelia corrected.
“We could see about some music too,” Ashrieda added, knowing full well that the captain wouldn’t be able to resist the challenge. Or music. "And dancing, even..."
Daenelia looked intrigued. "A party, eh?" She thought about it. "Alright. But this bottle," she grabbed a dark green bottle of something expensive looking, "is mine. So I can drink myself into forgetting I play the maid."
Ashrieda sighed. "A drunk nurse?" "Maid." "Nurse maid?" Daenelia punched her tactician in the arm and laughed.
"Let's just get drunk," she said.