<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/IzKNJv3.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong><strong>Jacqueline de Fronsac</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=307047.msg14944687#msg14944687)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>The Charlotte, Saloon<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Blue Walking Dress, Leather Boots and Gloves, Fancy Hat<br/><strong>Content: </strong><br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Jacqueline didn't understand much of the nautical implications of a storm approaching, but she understood wind and rain would be a welcome relief from the humid doldrums and was rather inappropriately happy at the news.<br/><br/>"No need to force the issue I'll go down on my own." She said brightly, lifting up her skirts to begin the descent down to her quarters.<br/><br/>Once she reached it, she would change out of her more sociable clothing into a pair of still stylish but far more functional leggings, blouse, and jacket, slipping on a pair of her sturdy boots. She would strap down the supplies she had brought and tie her hair back in a thick braid. It wasn't that she was expecting much to happen, but she didn't want to be caught in a party dress if it did.<br/><br/>After all of that, she flopped down in her bed and tried to relax. If nothing else the breaking storm would make things more lively, yes?