*enter a young girl, about ten, holding her breath with her eyes tightly closed, and she exhales*

--Carldad? Carldad, are we there yet? *opens her eyes* ....Thith ithn't the Bee! Thith ith a boat! How did I get on a boat? *aaand the boat can have a mildly panicking Logainne*

Typist: --Logainne Schwartzandgrubenierre, from 25th Annual ( Read more... )

Of course, he'd be willing to talk to anyone, but he's lonely for someone from home. He'd even talk to his cousin, who is just about the only person he's spoken to so far, except for an odd little Japanese man. As an enticement, Armand has raided the "galley" for tea, lemonade, cut up fresh fruit and pound cake. There's even a bottle of brandy ( Read more... )

In the kitchen there exist a very messy Ernst and Jehan, standing with a large platter of cookies. They're giggling and attempting to clean flour off each other's faces without much success. Anyone can come get a cookie -- there's all kinds! -- or talk to either boy.

Typist: Comment and get a Jehan or an Ernst ^_^

*Pink. Nearly every part of the ship is covered in pink. Streamers, balloons, big construction paper hearts -- the result is roughly what it would look like if a Hallmark store had puked all over the deck, although Zanna would probably object to that phrasing. He thinks it's "pretty. :D ( Read more... )

Combeferre has been very busy and is now distributing the fruits of his labours, slipping a pamphlet under every door, both those of rooms that are occupied and those that are not, ensuring that even those yet to come will receive this ( Read more... )

*here, people of the boat, have a Collins! Who's leaning against a doorway looking like he hasn't slept in about three days (which he hasn't), and trying not to cough*

...Um. It looks like I need a doctor. *grins a little* Anyone wanna help?

A rather stuffy little man (of, apparently, Japanese ancestry) appears on the scene looking absolutely confused and quite worried. At his side, he wears a snickersnee (katana, for these purposes ^^x) and he carries a small fan in his hands. "Oh dear," he murmurs. "I don't think I'm in Tipitu anymore ( Read more... )

A note, written in red ink, is posted in a prominent place, where anyone who wants to can read it. It reads:

To whom it may concern,

I am searching for the captain and/or owner of this vessel to arrange my payment with him or her. Please contact me via post if you have any information in regards to the subject.

Yours humbly,
- O.G.The author of ( Read more... )

And look, here's Dan Brown, confused as anything. One moment he was in Dr. Madden's office and now he's here, on a boat, with a crazy broken family and no latte.

"Uh. Hello?"

And on the deck will appear a very lovely teenage girl looking disoriented and confused. But despite all this confusion, she seems to be glancing around, searching for something. Someone. She remains clinging to the railing for now, too uncertain of why she is once again alive to bring herself to try and move anywhere else.

Typist: Wendla, from ( Read more... )