Scaramouche, scaramouche, will you do the fandango?

[aintnogagagirl]

Enter a rather punk-rock looking young woman, holding a large guitar and looking very confused. She peers out at the ocean, blinks surprisedly, and shakes her head. "Would anyone mind tellin' me what the hell's goin' on?" she finally says, a rather displeased frown forming on her face. "Gazza and I were just playing, and now he's gone, and I

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[confessednutter]

"Yeah, that's what I --" Galileo pauses, blinks, and despite the fact that their last conversation was an argument, he rushes over to hug her. "Scaramouche! I'm so glad you're here!"

[aintnogagagirl]

She hugs back, a bit bemusedly, and gives him a light cheek kiss. "What d'ya mean? You just saw me, Gazza." She gestures to the guitar and grins.

[confessednutter]

"What?" He frowns and looks at the guitar. "Where'd you find that?"

[aintnogagagirl]

"Oh, I picked it up on the street," she says dryly. "Don't be a wanker, Gazza, I know you enjoy it and all, but this isn't the time."

[sweariwontdie]

On one of his now rare ventures outside, Armand spots the wild-looking young lady. "Hello?" he says, almost expecting not to be heard, since even compared to the Boho ladies from New York, she seems pretty different.

[aintnogagagirl]

"Where the hell am I?" she replies a little impatiently, raising her eyebrows at Armand's clothing. She's probably never seen anything like it, to be quite honest.

[sweariwontdie]

"It's a ship," he explains. It's not as odd as if Armand were wearing all of his suit. He's regressed a bit back to the barefoot days before he met Gordon, though that will likely end if his sister lays eyes on him. The shirt is rather large and old fashioned, half-unbuttoned, and his feet are completely bare.

[aintnogagagirl]

"I know it's a ship," she says with an eyeroll. "I'm not an idiot, but you look like a bit of one." She gestures to Armand's clothing with a raised eyebrow.

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