An introduction.

[graspingpearls]

And on the deck will appear a very lovely teenage girl looking disoriented and confused. But despite all this confusion, she seems to be glancing around, searching for something. Someone. She remains clinging to the railing for now, too uncertain of why she is once again alive to bring herself to try and move anywhere else.

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[ferrefriend]

*puts a hand on her shoulder as gently as he can* Citoyenne?

[graspingpearls]

*is a bit startled at that* Yes?

[ferrefriend]

*oh dear, hadn't meant to startle her, so is flustered for a moment* Are you... I just wanted... *no, this is silly* You are newly arrived here, are you not?

[graspingpearls]

*looks at him and nods* Yes.

[ferrefriend]

Will you have a cup of tea, then? I find it helps. My name is Matthieu Combeferre. I've been here some months now, and I assure you that you will be settled in hardly any time at all.

[graspingpearls]

... I suppose. Thank you, Herr Combeferre.

[ferrefriend]

*takes her inside, then, and sits her down for some tea, chatting as he brews it* Tell me about yourself, then, Citoyenne. Have you found any others you know in this place?

[graspingpearls]

*shakes her head, looking a bit bewildered* No.

[ferrefriend]

*puts a nice, hot cup of tea and a pastry in front of her* Well, I'm certain a lovely young demoiselle like yourself will have no trouble at all making friends. I'm sure my friends would be glad to help you settle in.

[graspingpearls]

But... I am dead. I was. Anemia, they said.

[ferrefriend]

I wouldn't let that bother me if I were you. So am I. Gunshot, I'm afraid.

[graspingpearls]

That is how Moritz died, as well.

[ferrefriend]

Ah, the troubled young man. Well, I hope than none of that will trouble any of you here, citoyenne.