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[wontcallback]

A young German girl has appeared on the deck of the ship. Now, this is a rather normal occurance, and she may very well have gone unnoticed, if not for one little detail.

She's yelling about it. Loudly.

"... This is NOT the church. This is-- where's the rest of the youth group? Brigitta? Hans? Mother? ANYONE? WHERE AM I?"

Typist: Marianna

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[sweariwontdie]

"It's a ship, mademoiselle," says a wind-blown young Frenchman. "Do keep your voice down."

[wontcallback]

Marianna just gives him an exasperated look. "Well, clearly. But WHY?"

[sweariwontdie]

Hands in his pocket, he leans back against the rail. "If you find out, please let the rest of us know."

[wontcallback]

"I intend to."

[anothermoriarty]

Bella Moriarty does not do comforting. The most comforting she ever has been in her life was the time she promised her mother....well, it really doesn't matter now. Nonetheless...

"Do calm down, miss. There are some others her from your part of Germany; maybe you know them?"

[wontcallback]

She's about to snap at her and tell this lady she will NOT calm down until someone tells her where she is, until she catches the last part of her words.

"Oh... are there? Do you know their names, by any chance?"

[anothermoriarty]

"Well...there's George, Anna, Melchoir...I'm sure they'll come around in the near future."

If Marianna knows what is good for her, she will refrain from "snapping" at Bella.

[wontcallback]

Melchior? Well, now she's certainly got her attention.

"Melchior, did you say? Melchior Gabor?" Wait a minute. "And Anna and Georg? That can't be. I only just saw them."

[myjunkis_u]

Oh, lordy. "Hallo... Marianna." That would be an Anna who doesn't look particularly pleased, though she is trying in vain to appear happy.

[wontcallback]

"....... Anna?" Marianna just stares at her for a moment, before collecting herself. "What in the world is going on here? Is this some sort of joke?"

Because, if it is, she doesn't find it amusing in the least.

[myjunkis_u]

Anna waves just a little bit as she steps forward, tugging at one of her pigtails. "No, no joke at all. You're on the ship!" She braces herself for more yelling.

[wontcallback]

"Well of course I'm on a ship. I can see that much. WHY am I on the ship?" She pauses for a moment, taking everything in. "Why are you on the ship?" Another pause. "WHY IS THERE A SHIP?"

[notsonasty]

Bobby flinches a little at the volume of her voice before registering its familiarity. "Marianna Wheelan?"

[wontcallback]

She blinks at him a few times. "Bobby Mayler?"

Oh, and aren't his trousers just so very stylish?

[notsonasty]

"I -- yes. Hello." Cute he may be, but 'articulate' would be the wrong word.

[wontcallback]

"What is going on? I am NOT supposed to be here. I was just at church--!"

[readtheirdreams]

Melchior wanders out from the general direction of the library, nose in a book. It takes him a while to realize that someone is yelling at all, and longer to realize it's someone he knows, but finally he looks up. ". . . Is that Marianna Wheelan?"

[wontcallback]

Marianna straightens up, adjusts her skirt, and smooths down her hair immediately upon looking at him. After all, it's Melchior Gabor and he's talking to her. She presents him with her prettiest smile.

"Melchior Gabor! Imagine that! What are you doing here? Last I'd heard you'd-- run off."

[readtheirdreams]

Melchior shrugs. "I had. And then I wound up here." He smiles faintly, clearly not displeased with his situation.

[wontcallback]

"And... you're happy? Though, a suppose a ship floating in the middle of who knows where is better than a reformatory." She smiles again and steps a little closer. "What's it like, here?"