And here is a man in his early thirties, feeling as dejected as he looks.  His chin is covered with a dark, fine stubble, his hair mussed.  He's not all dressed to impress, wearing a long drab brown coat, and equally drab scarf and fingerless gloves.  His fingers, which are red with cold, are clutching a few papers tightly.  And only just now does ( Read more... )

*Although Antoinette Giry hasn't performed in public for many, many years (since she got married, actually), she often practices alone. After all, one should never teach something that they are not capable of doing themselves. And so she's alone in a secluded corner of the ship with one hand lightly against the wall, practicing her barre work, a ( Read more... )

A note, written in red ink, is posted in a prominent place, where anyone who wants to can read it. It reads:

To whom it may concern,

I am searching for the captain and/or owner of this vessel to arrange my payment with him or her. Please contact me via post if you have any information in regards to the subject.

Yours humbly,
- O.G.The author of ( Read more... )

*Enter one ex-Nazi, dressed in a German army helmet and lederhosen -- he's also talking to a pigeon perched on his arm* Now, Hilda, take this straight to Argentina. *and the pigeon flies off* --Ach! I must work on my play!

Typist: ....Franz Liebkind, from The Producers. Have fun with the crazy Kraut. :D

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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... )

A young woman enters the boat. She has long yellow hair and pale porcelin colored skin.She does a pirouette and says, "Hello, I am Meg Giry."

[Typist: This is Meg Giry from Phantom of the Opera.]

Jean Valjean enters purposefully, a bag haphazardly thrown over his shoulder that contains the doll belonging to his beloved daughter, Cosette. He surveys his surroundings and sighs, directing his attention skywards.

Look after them.

Typist: Jean Valjean, from Les Misérables. Taken from just after he leaves Marius and Cosette.

You might not see him, unless you look very closely. But he is there. You might sense him, though. The dark figure lurking in the corner of your eye. A flash through the porthole. A stirring amongst the ropes. Little hints that don't let you forget he's there.

He is The Phantom. And he haunts this place.

*yes, it's another cute Frenchman -- this one, however, isn't dead! He is vaguely confused, though, and looks around, then bows*

--I don't suppose, madames and messieurs, that you have seen a Mlle. Christine Daae anywhere? *grins* She is my fiancee, you see, and I'd like to see her as soon as possible.

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