There is a John Cohen hanging around the main room. In his case, 'hanging around' means sitting with a cup of coffee and a copy of Preston and Child's Relic. He looks almost relaxed for once, stretched out on a couch and sipping his coffee every so often. Feel free to bother him, he might even be nice.

Who wants to help me with a Halloween costume?

Madonna with the gold cone bra and the leather miniskirt?
Streisand from Yentil?

A witch?

There are bright orange fliers posted around the ship.

HALLOWEEN PARTY
WEDNESDAY THE 31st
COSTUMES REQUIRED!!!
EVERYONE INVITED
(including our younger inhabitants, so please keep the costumes vaguely appropriate)
FOOD AND DRINKS
LIVE MUSIC

FOR MORE INFORMATION AND/OR TO HELP CONTRIBUTE TO DECORATIONS, FOOD, ETC
CONTACT MARK COHEN

Mark himself is hanging ( Read more... )

Ok, where are my girls? Mimi? Maureen? Joanne? Anyone? I need some help. I... I'm sort of hesitant at this. And I hope that Mark doesn't see it... How do I put the zing back into my marriage? I really want to put a spark into John. Liven it up a little. Help? Yes, I'm asking for advice about s-e-x.

Typist: Couldn't resist.

He had been in the Life Cafe not a moment before. When he had exited, pulling his coat on to protect against the cold he paused. Something wasn't right. The ground beneath his feet felt different and wrong and the air was warmer than he had expected.

"...Well, shit."

Benjamin Coffin III from RENT

Ruth 'Mama' Cohen is walking along the deck of the ship, staring out at the water. She's confused, something weighing on her mind. Her usual smile is far off, instead a serious look on her face. She's dressed up, actually, and humming a Barbara Streisand tune.

She'd love some company.

There's a new person on the boat, who should look pretty familiar to certain bohos. She's turned around, fiddling with a beeper at her back and seated on the deck of the boat. After a moment, she turns back and blinks a little, shaking her head.

"I .....what the fuck?"

Typist: Presenting one Mimi Marquez, taken from right after La Vie Boheme ( Read more... )

Sorry I haven't been around lately, kiddies. HE showing up made me hide, just a little, damn real life.

I just got the Mother's Day present. I love you all too.

Enter JOHN COHEN, looking around very confusedly. This certainly doesn't appear to be New York, nor does it appear to be anywhere vaguely familiar. So he pauses, scratches his head, and turns to the boat at large.

"What the hell is going on?"

Typist: Presenting one Daddy Cohen, otherwise known as John, from RENT. Blame Meems.

Roger sat on the couch, idily playing his guitar. The everpresent notebook was at his side and the pen'd stuck behind his ear, in case of sudden inspiration.

Typist: Open post! Please badger the front man, he won't mind talking to people.