Aha.

Javert was displeased. He found himself in yet another strange place, amongst strange people. Hmph. What was he supposed to do now? The police Inspector flicked his hair behind his shoulder. He supposed an introduction was in order.

"Inspector Javert, at your service."

That was good enough.

Sweeney's managed to set up shop in a spare cabin, where he's currently making sure everything is neat and tidy. There is, of course, a barbers' chair, and his razors sit on the table beside the chair. He finishes cleaning and proceeds to hang a sign on the door that reads 'Open', then flops on the chair, grinning.

Like a shave, guvnors?

*Apparently Mina suceeded in her attempt to 'kill herself', because she's a vampire now. And she's standing in a corner of the boat, looking slightly confused and uncomfortable. And she's very hungry.*

*he's a distinguished looking, intimidating man of perhaps fifty or more, and is slightly intimidating. He looks around him with an expression of disdain* What is this place?

[Typist: Judge Turpin, from Sweeney Todd. Please, don't kill him, at least immediatly.]

A wealthy looking man armed with a pistol arrives on the scene, looking about him with unease and being on a boat. He stands very tall, as though he has been a soldier or policeman of some sort. His eyes narrows as he mutters, "God's work is never done, it seems."

(It's Javert! Ahhhhh!!!)

*look, it's another bloody and extremely pretty young man -- this time, though, it's from what appears to be bulletholes. Curiously enough, there are no wounds, but he's definitely got the holes in his shirt*

..... *shakes his head* What is this place? I am Enjolras.

Typist: Enjolras, from Les Miserables. Yay, pretty. :D