Just as he was last year, Mark is sitting in the mainroom with his projector. A white sheet is set up on the wall and there are chairs set out for people to sit and watch, if they want. His movie on the AIDS epidemic in New York is playing, and Mark forces himself to watch as one by one his friends appear on film. It reminds him how lucky he is ( Read more... )

He startles powerfully, quickly, as if his body had been suddenly shaken back into existence. His pain is unbearable but he shakes it off - he’s honestly amazed at what just happened, and for a moment, his mind fills with doubts.

But then the bruises on his body bring him back to the startling conclusion that this was not a dream, and he looks up, ( Read more... )

Ryan was bopping off to rehearsal (Mercutio wasn't such a bad part anyway. A lot of good comedic moments. Maybe the possibility for a jazz square), whistling Bop to the Top when he realized that he was not walking down the correct hallway ( Read more... )

There's a largeish bohemian type in a pile on the main deck. After a moment or so, he sits up, blinking around a little confusedly. He tilts his head at the water, shakes his head, and stands shakily, moving over to the railing so he'll have something to lean on. "Well, I sure as hell didn't expect death to look like this," he says to himself, ( Read more... )

For someone so very tiny, Mary Lennox is quite skilled at getting someone's attention. She stands on a chair, banging two cymbals together. (Don't ask where she found them.)

"ATTENTION! Attention, everyone!" she calls out happily, "today is my ELEVENTH birthday ( Read more... )

Little Mary Lennox has been feeling so terribly lonely on the ship. She's missing home and land very much and has been keeping mostly to herself in recent days.

One can find her tending to small collection of potted plants somewhere on deck, looking sullen as ever.

Since it's impossible for him not to be loud while his typist is in Paris it's almost Christmas -- even if he doesn't precisely celebrate it, Enjolras is sitting in the main room reading with Florelle the cat on his lap. He looks up every so often to eye the piano (yes, there is one), and may even play a few Christmas carols if someone asks. ( Read more... )

I was right, my cat was pregnant and has proved herself to be a true Jewish Princess, since earlier today she gave birth to eight healthy baby kittens.

Obviously the kittens aren't old enough to take home, yet, but they'll be up for adoption in a few weeks. I know some people were interested in the kittens, so if you'd like to claim one now, feel ( Read more... )

The ballroom (because where else would those parties be held?) is lovingly decorated with black and orange crêpe paper, black and orange twinkle lights, pumpkin lanterns, hanging bats and skeletons, and all the tables are covered with black table clothes. On the tables with the black table clothes, there are all sorts of Halloween-y pastries and ( Read more... )

He'd been laying on his back on the moor, arm behind his head and one leg bent with the other resting on it, half napping in a spot of sunlight like a cat, listening to the Robin sing. The sudden silence from the bird makes him sit up, and when his hands hit wooden decking rather than soft grass and wildflowers his eyes open with a start. His ( Read more... )