So Here We Are

[poeta_tenore]

And here is a man in his early thirties, feeling as dejected as he looks.  His chin is covered with a dark, fine stubble, his hair mussed.  He's not all dressed to impress, wearing a long drab brown coat, and equally drab scarf and fingerless gloves.  His fingers, which are red with cold, are clutching a few papers tightly.  And only just now does

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[im_just_someguy]

Mark smiled politely, and gave a little wave. "Hey -- did you just get here?"

[poeta_tenore]

He looks up, staring at Mark with little emotion (or, perhaps, too much), and then looks around.

"I've gone mad with grief. Truly, there is no hope following death." It's not clear whether he is talking to Mark or to himself.

[im_just_someguy]

... oh this is a promising start. Mark's smile fades rapidly and he gives this new man a concerned look, "What happened -- you died?"

[poeta_tenore]

"That I could be so lucky, to join my sweet Mimi." Rodolfo sits, letting his papers flutter to his feet as he runs a hand through his hair then down his face. Yes, this is very promising.

[kissestospare]

"Hey man, you okay?" Collins gives him a friendly smile.

[poeta_tenore]

"Excuse me," Rodolfo asks, looking around a bit more, "but this ... Isn't Paris any longer, is it?"

[kissestospare]

"Nope, sorry." He shrugs. "It's not New York, either. All we know is it's a big fuckin' boat."

[poeta_tenore]

"A boat?" He seems puzzled, obviously. "Of course, I don't remember -- Clearly this a dream caused by an abundance of drinking."

[iamnoghost]

*watching him with a perhap disconcerting stare* Hello. I've never seen you here before.

[poeta_tenore]

"I've not been here before, to the best my knowledge." He frowns a bit.

[iamnoghost]

Most haven't. It's a strange place.

[poeta_tenore]

"Strange seems an understatement."

[anna_leonowens]

*Seeing such a cold and dejected looking man, Anna's nurturing impulses are triggered* Oh, sir, are you all right? You look so cold - you must come inside and have something to eat!

[poeta_tenore]

He blinks. Kindness from strangers is not something he's used to, but if there's an offer of food warmth ... He says nothing, but takes an awkward few steps towards her.

[anna_leonowens]

*As comforting a smile as she can manage* I'm not going to hurt you, you know.

[poeta_tenore]

"I'm sorry. I seem to be ... At a loss of senses right now. ... Did you, uh, say something about eating?" He looks a bit sheepish.

[ohmigod_elle]

LOOK AN ELLE! "Hello! You must be new." She's very pink.

[poeta_tenore]

"New?" He looks around, unenthused and seemingly not curious. "I must be. Where is here?"