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[iownmarcello]

And with more than a little ceremony, the next new arrival strides onto the deck. She's pretty and knows it and she walks with a confident swagger as she casts her head upwards, her hair cascading back along her dramatic red gown.

"Won't someone assist me?"

Typist: *bandwagon yay* Musetta from La Bohéme

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[musettasbitch]

"....No. No, no, no, not you, I will not believe it!" Here, Musetta, have a scowly Marcello.

[iownmarcello]

"And I suppose you will tell me you were expecting someone else?"

[musettasbitch]

"I was hoping to be, yes." This is a sour look. "Anyone besides you, o ice-queen of Paris."

[iownmarcello]

And here, Marcello, have a raucous laugh. "You intend to scathe me with your words? They only amuse me, nothing more. I am flattered by such a name."

[musettasbitch]

"I daresay you are flattered by many. There will be none from me," he says firmly. Perhaps a little too firmly, he doesn't trust himself on that.

[iownmarcello]

"I hope you lay no bets on that one," she says with a confident smirk. "For sure enough you shall swoon and be at my side."

[musettasbitch]

"No. Not now, not ever, not after last time! I am tired of it, Musetta!"

[iownmarcello]

She examines her nails, they're lovely, you know.

"Oh Marcello you'll go blue in the face if you repeat yourself so."

[musettasbitch]

Which is why we're ignoring them. Maybe we can concentrate better if we don't actually look at her.

"So let me go blue in the face! I'll repeat it once more, there will be nothing between us."

[iownmarcello]

"It's lovely to hear you speak, why don't you continue? Perhaps your words might start to make sense as you practise."

And have a pleasant smile. "Oh come there must be a chair, I shall surely faint from the heat."

[musettasbitch]

"Nothing." But he's getting her a chair, frowning as he does so.

"There you are."

[iownmarcello]

And that affords him something which resembles a smile. "Now might you tell me where we are?"

[musettasbitch]

He might just be going a little melty at that smile.

"A -- a boat. No one is sure where, I have only just arrived myself."

[iownmarcello]

Oh and doesn't she know it.

"Well I remember boarding no boat. Oh Marcello!" She lifts a hand to her forehead, "I think the sun stresses me with it's heat."

[musettasbitch]

"Nor did I." He folds his arms across his chest and gives her a look. "Then perhaps you should move into the shade."

[iownmarcello]

She offers out an arm in his direction. "You must lead me, else I collapse under the strain. Perhaps I'd break an ankle. Would you wish that upon me? One you once loved, Marcello?"