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[damnyoubooth]

Pretty much the last place he'd ever expected to find himself was on a boat, though surprising pretty much summed up everything that's happened to him in recent memory so he didn't find it too disconcerting. He's a nice looking young man, very ordinary, in blue jeans and with his red plaid shirt rolled up to his elbows and the top two buttons open

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[lovesleuth]

It's a cruise ship! It's really nice-- just a little confusing, at first.

[damnyoubooth]

"Yeah, I'm getting that impression." He takes another look around. "Where'd it come from?"

[lovesleuth]

No idea. Sorry. *apologetic shrug* Anything else I can help you with?

[damnyoubooth]

He almost asks who else is here, but decides against it. "No, don't think so. Thanks."

[daftmadge]

I don't know. That depends what you mean.

[damnyoubooth]

"I mean that I've never heard of a kind of boat that appears out of nowhere."

[daftmadge]

And I've never heard of a kind of man who arrives somewhere not knowing where he is.

[damnyoubooth]

"Is this your boat, then? Because the last guy I talked to didn't know where this was, either."

[americancousin]

Booth nonchalantly strolls in, pushing his hair out of his face before drawling heavily, "Well, hello there, son."

[damnyoubooth]

He takes an involuntary step or two back, instantly on edge. Their last encounter, the gun, Kennedy, was all too fresh in his mind. "What are you doing here?"

Mun: EEEEE, Booth! :D

[americancousin]

Booth grins handsomely. "I see, you remember me -- good, good.... Oh, and sorry about all that mess, son, but you know our little society.... Can't be remembered unless you go out with a real," he pauses here and takes out his pistol. Slowly and deliberately, he points it at Oswald and mimes shooting it. "Bang," he growls.

[damnyoubooth]

He clenches his fists, more to steady himself than imply any threat to Booth. "Not the way I wanted to be remembered." He clenched his jaw tightly, wondering what was going to happen this time.

[unworthysqueaky]

Her eyes widen and then she beams. "Hello, you!" she calls in a very familiar squeaky voice.

[damnyoubooth]

He should have known that Booth wasn't the only one here. He takes a breath and turns to face her. "Hello, Squeaky."

[unworthysqueaky]

"It's, like, really weird place isn't it? You get used to it after a while. Charlie's here too. Not my Charlie, but, you know, Guiteau. We have a club! You can join, too," she prattled on, stopping only once for breath.

[damnyoubooth]

"Yeah, really weird." Great, a club. "I don't know about that. Is anyone else here, or is it only us, Booth, and Guiteau?"