<hr/><strong>Monique du'Paixe</strong>, Montaigne Dilettante (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=291073.msg14300909#msg14300909)<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Monique_DuPaixe.jpg)</div><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Day 1, Washed Up On A Beach<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Everyone, particularly Captain Morgan.<br/><hr/><br/>Though slightly strained, the laugh that answered Captain Morgan's words was still sweet and intoxicating as cherries falling into fine brandy.  “I believe I know just the bag of gold you're speaking of<em>Monsieur beaux mensonges</em>.  It's made from soughs ears stitched together with a blond maiden's hair.”  A beautiful—if rather sand smeared and water logged girl with lightly tanned skin clad in a snug fencer's costume with a very low neckline—called out the words as she approached.  To those who spoke Montaigne, she had just addressed the good captain as, 'Mr. Pretty Lies.'  “Perhaps you'd like to use some of the gold to buy a beach front estate in Paixe my family has for sale?”<br/><br/>She gave the group a cheerful grin, “Good morning to you all, neighbors.  We seem to have a bit of a swim ahead of us.  My name is Monique, and I happen to be a skilled swimmer.  If one of you means to stay on shore, I may be able to work with you to make sure we have a way back.”<br/><br/>When Monique had awakened a few minutes ago, she'd taken some time to orient herself, pretending to still be out.  She had taken note that her pistol, rapier, and maine goshe were still on her belt, but she couldn't find an item or place on which she'd placed a major mark—and couldn't quite remember where she'd last placed one.  She'd taken a few moments to try and get a sense of her father and her mother, to wondering if she could get a sense of where they were from seeing where she might find them—her mother should be in Montaigne, she was never quite sure where her father would be.<br/><br/>