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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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[im_just_someguy]

"You need help?" Mark smiles politely and moves over to see how he could be of assistance.

[iownmarcello]

"Ah good Monsieur you will help me? My legs are heavy and I might faint from the heat. All it would take is a good gentleman to lessen my woes." She curtseys a little, as theatrical as possible.

[im_just_someguy]

Oh wow, this woman is -- intense.But, being the Nice Jewish Boy he is, Mark has to help. He carefully takes her arm and leads her over to the couch, "Here -- sit. Do you need water or something?"

[iownmarcello]

"Oh wouldn't you be such a darling for getting it. Water or something stronger, won't you be so kind."

[im_just_someguy]

Hoboy. "Sure, yeah, absolutely. Um -- how strong do you want it?"

[iownmarcello]

"Strong enough that a lesser man might lose their senses, but not so strong as I shall lose mine." A pause "What is your name?"

[im_just_someguy]

"Mark -- Mark. I'm Mark." He smiles again and straightens up, "What's your name? And -- is Stoli okay?"

[iownmarcello]

"If it is strong then it shall do me well." She gives him an over elaborate bow. "Musetta is my name."

[im_just_someguy]

... of course. Because we can't have Marcello and Rodolfo without Musetta. "Nice to meet you, Musetta. I'll -- get you that Stoli."

Fuck, this place is weird.