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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

Comments

[anna_leonowens]

There's no need to scream. You're on a ship, and no one knows anything more than that.

[wontcallback]

This is ridiculous. I shouldn't be on a ship. I just CANNOT BE ON A SHIP.

[anna_leonowens]

*voice steady and calming* But I'm afraid you are.

[dont_tell_paul]

*Yells back, hands tangled in her wedding veil* I DON'T KNOW!

[wontcallback]

NO ONE DOES. *considers her for a moment* Are you getting married?

[dont_tell_paul]

*And that, Marianna, was the wrong thing to say. Amy replies, her voice high pitched and frantic,* No, no, I'm not getting married.