Marcel and Jehan are celebrating Bastille Day ( Read more... )

Armand finds a tamborine somewhere and wanders the decks and corridors banging on it loudly and calling, "Wake up! Wake up! Is everyone here dead or something?"

A man is on the deck, crumpled and pathetic in clothes that are filthy and torn. It seems to take time for him to realise he is alive and unbound, but slowly and almost fearfully he uncurls himself and rises to his feet. He takes a breath, slowly at first, bracing himself for the inevitable coughing fit that will shake him as firmly as ever he had ( Read more... )

Guess who likes the Christmas season? Go on, guess ( Read more... )

Enter a young, good-looking blond man. He glances at the ocean, shrugs, then leans against a handy doorframe.

Well, this looks nothing like Paris. *and he'll grin, revealing two pointed fangs, and then bow* I am Lestat. Who'd like to show me around?

Typist: Obviously, Lestat. From the musical of the same name. Embrace it him. Or something.

Here's a ragged little urchin, or gamin if you prefer, since he's French.

He looks around, and decides to ignore the fact that he should be dead, since he's obviously not. And he's on a boat, which he's never done before. So he addresses everyone at large,

"Hallo folks, 'ere's your new Captain!"

Typist: Oh, look, it's a Gavroche. And now the ( Read more... )

A young man arrives on the deck of the ship, however it is one arrives, probably in his case with a good deal of glowing ( Read more... )

As soon as she enters, it is quite clear she is a queen. There's an air of royalty about her, despite the fact that she is rubbing her neck rather awkwardly. But still she enters, in all her glory, and glances around with a slight smile on her face.

Well then. This is a sight better than the last thing I remember seeing. Scaffolds are dreadful ( Read more... )

He's short, although the specially made heeled slippers gain him back a few inches, so he can look his friends eye to eye when he wishes. Yet the most remarkable thing about his current appearance is his confusion. A bloody bandage or possibly an ex-cravat drapes around his neck, and he holds his chin gingerly, prodding it delicately with apparent ( Read more... )

Yes, it's another revolutionary. This one, however, is definitely not as good-looking as the two recent arrivals, but he makes up for that with sheer presence. This is Georges-Jacques Danton, lately of Paris and looking wryly amused to find himself on a ship. He is, of course, rather battered and disheveled -- a stay in prison and the guillotine ( Read more... )