There is an anarchist professor sprawled out near the pool. He's just sitting, right now, enjoying the sun and the ocean breeze. Even when it was hot back in New York it was generally humid, so he's pleased to actually sit out and relax in the sun. Nearby are a copy of the Communist Manifesto and his commandeered laptop -- he had intended to ( Read more... )

Here's a Collins, sprawled out on the floor of the main room with a laptop in front of him. He might be working on hacking into something (maybe top-secret files, you never know with him), or maybe he's trying to figure out where the hell the boat's going. Or, he might just be goofing around on the internet and writing programs. Come bother him ( Read more... )

Well.

Steve had been fresh from a meeting and was taking his three year old yellow lab, Dodger, for a walk. He had just gotten off the phone with Joanne and stuck his cellphone back in his pocket, juggling the dog leash from one hand to the other as he did so ( Read more... )

She is quiet as she walks in, not quite sure of where she is. Looking around the room she feels a cloud of confusion fall over her. The room she sees is a far cry from the sterile white room of the hospital that she had not moments before been in. The harsh smell of ammonia and starch is gone, instead there are the everyday smells that are soft and ( Read more... )

It was just another day, really. He said his goodbyes to Alison in the morning, headed off to work in his Range Rover, and tried to call Mimi. He really hadn't heard from her since Angel's funeral, and while it wasn't entirely unsurprising to find Mimi had skipped off on him -- well, to be honest he was a little worried. He wanted to think that she ( Read more... )

To Gordon, it's always seemed as though living in New York was good preparation for any sort of situation. Apparently he is wrong. His eyes slowly scan his aurroundings while his mind - ever trying to find a logical explanation for things - work overtime. This is just ... Well, he isn't sure he could find a proper word to describe it. The only ( Read more... )

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

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... )

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.

She is preceded by the unmistakable clicks of an assertive high-heeled stride. The deck door gives easily, and she sighs as she steps outside -- electric blue tights, ruffled black denim skirt, and a turtleneck the same deep purple as the heels, spangled with yellow-sequin flowers. "Mimi, I swear, if you do not fix that lock ( Read more... )