Enter a small, harried looking man. He's spent time in the Woods, and it shows on his clothing. He stops mid-deck and raises his eyes from the ground (one can see that they are red, as if he has been crying). He starts at the sight of the boat suddenly around him, then asks no one in particular in a tone that is half despairing and half resigned, " ( Read more... )

A howl is heard, and then The Wolf enters the scene. Sauntering about the deck as if he owns it, he'll size up anyone who crosses his path. After all, he's just come back from the dead, so he's feeling particularly hungry. Beware. He's a persuasive little thing.

Typist: The Wolf, from Into the Woods. :D

*and here's a rather well-dressed man, looking around confusedly* .....This doesn't look like the forest. Or the castle. *a bow* I am -- well, I suppose I'm Cinderella's prince. Is she here?

Typist: You guessed it. Cinderella's prince from Sondheim's Into the Woods. :D

A young, very beautiful lady with a nevertheless solemn look on her face appears. She is dressed in the loveliest of ball gowns and upon her feet are delicate slippers as pure as gold. A tiny bird sits on her shoulder, her one comfort in this strange new place. "What happened to the prince?" she says aloud, before setting off to explore this new ( Read more... )

A little girl skips onto the deck, garbed in a cloak of wolf-skins. She surveys her surroundings with a look that is a mixture of naivete and hauteur, innocence and experience.

Well, this is quite odd, isn't it? I don't remember getting on a boat. I am on a boat, aren't I?

Little Red Riding Hood from Into the Woods.

*a rather plain and not particularly notable woman enters...or rather appears, looking quite confused about it* Where am I?

[Typist: The Baker's Wife from Into the Woods. Just after she was killed by the giant.]

*And here we have a beautiful girl with obscenely long blonde hair entering cautiously. She glances around, wide eyed. Unfortunately, she doesn't quite have her sea legs, so she wobbles a bit before falling over, holding onto the railing for support. It certainly wasn't like this in her tower. She decides, after a time, to begin singing, so she ( Read more... )

She didn't know where exactly she had expected to find herself once the smoke cleared, but this certainly wasn't it. It wasn't anything like where she had been, though, and there didn't seem to be any signs a rampaging giantess about, so she wasn't going going to complain. Much. Yet. A hesitant hand reached to her face and she went almost ( Read more... )