forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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She curtseyed and left, hurrying to her room to letter John immediately.

"Miaow," John's cat showed up behind her, tail flagged curiously.

"Boey!" she cried. "You simply won't believe this! And neither will John. Come on, I'm going to letter him right away."

He scampered alongside her towards John's office.

Jane sat down at her husband's desk and began to write to him.

My dearest husband, John.

Oh! I have news. It is neither good, nor bad. It is simply wretched. Today, I welcomed Captain Simcoe into our home, for whom I must house and feed. John, my heart has never ached for you so…

She wrote on, describing the details of Simcoe's arrival and their conversation.

Boey snuck up onto her lap as she wrote, purring away obliviously.

She stroked his fur gently. "Your loving wife… Jane," she finished, looking for an envelope.

John kept his enveloped in a little cubby on a shelf adjacent to the desks.

"Right," she said aloud to herself, remembering where he kept his things. "Boey, get off me," she laughed, trying to ease the cat out of her lap.

The chubby cat reluctantly slid off her lap, giving her a displeased sideways look.

"I'm sorry!" she claimed. "I have to find an envelope."

"myah," the cat chirped upsettedly, then leapt onto a shelf.

Jane smacked her head. "You know your way around in here better than I do!" She looked through the shelves and found the envelopes. "A-ha!" she cried triumphantly. She selected on and turned to retrieve the letter from the desktop.

Boey watched her with vague interest.

She smiled at the cat. "Come on. We're going to go send this to John." She walked out into the foyer.

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John spent most of his free time walking up and down the aisles between tents. With his promotion, came the priveledge of sleeping in a house when their camp came to rest around one.

Peter approached John. "A letter from your brown haired beauty," he said with a wink.

His eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas. "Well, hand it over!" John exclaimed.

Peter handed him the letter. "Don't get too excited," he laughed.

John quickly tore open the envelope, and opened her letter.

Peter watched his face. "Well? Good news from the Mrs.?"

John's expression became flat, then flickered with fear.

"John? What's the matter? Is she in trouble?" Peter asked quickly in a hushed voice.