Mary has just been through perhaps the hardest day of her life. The man she has followed and learned from and loved has just been violently put to death. She doesn't know what to do or where to go
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"No, if you think you're on a boat in the middle of who-the-fuck-knows-where, you're not lost." He grins a little and shrugs. "I'm Collins, by the way."
His casual use of the curse word surprises Mary, but she's not here to judge. Afterall, Jesus said only those without sin were fit to judge, and she certainly isn't without sin.
"Collins?" She smiles and gives a little bow. "I'm Mary. So, I am on a boat? But how-- how did I come to be on this boat? I was just walking the streets."
Natalie is sitting outside on the deck, reading, when she sees someone out of the corner of her eye. She turns to look, and sees a confused, lost-looking young woman. She puts her book down and sits up.
"Hey. You're new, I'm guessing." She waves a little.
She bows her head slightly. "I'm pleased to meet you, Natalie. A beautiful name. I'm Mary." She offers a bright smile. "So... others on this boat... they don't know how or why they are here, either?" She frowns slightly in confusion. "Including yourself?"
Here is someone who might look a little less foreign. Sherehazade was just out, taking some air - she has been quite cooped up lately, and certainly could use to meet new people.
She notices the girl by the railing, and makes a soft sound of greeting.
"As-salam-aleikum," she offers, gentle and non-invasive.
Mary feels less anxious at the sight of Sherehazade, who indeed reminds her of her people back home. She responds with a smile and a small bow. "Hello," she says softly.
"I have, yes. I'm not sure how I came to be here." She pauses for a moment to appreciate Sherehazade's overall appearance, jewelry, regalia, and all. She bows her head again, showing respect to a lady who is obviously of a much higher class than she is. "I'm pleased to meet you, lady."
Roger wanders out onto the deck, guitar in hand. He hasn't spent much quality time alone with his baby in awhile, and that needs to be fixed. He's just about to settle down when he catches sight of a woman he's never seen before.
Mary looks up from the spot where she's been leaning against the railing. She smiles at Roger warmly. "Hi. I am new. I arrived here earlier today... rather unexpectedly. But I guess that's the case with everyone here, from what I've been hearing?" She smiles sweetly and eyes the guitar with curiosity.
"Pretty much," Roger answers, relaxing since he doesn't have to give her The Speech. He's not very comforting or tactful about the whole thing, and more often than not, it's Mark who has to step in and sort things out.
He carefully sets his guitar down and offers his hand, smiling warmly. "I'm Roger."
She takes his hand gently and with a touch of shyness. "A pleasure, Roger. I'm Mary." She smiles brightly and once again glances at the guitar. "Are you a musician?"
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"Collins?" She smiles and gives a little bow. "I'm Mary. So, I am on a boat? But how-- how did I come to be on this boat? I was just walking the streets."
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"Hey. You're new, I'm guessing." She waves a little.
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She notices the girl by the railing, and makes a soft sound of greeting.
"As-salam-aleikum," she offers, gentle and non-invasive.
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He's out, leaning nonchalantly by the railing, and having a cigarette. He hasn't noticed the new arrival, just yet.
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"Hey there." His voice is quiet, a bit rough, but he's not agressive, even if he isn't smiling.
Johnny just isn't much of a smiling type, except when Natalie makes him laugh, on miraculously momentous occasions.
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"Hey. You new?"
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He carefully sets his guitar down and offers his hand, smiling warmly. "I'm Roger."
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