Out of nowhere, there's a young, pretty blonde woman. Looking confused. Very confused. Which means that if you've seen her before, she looks a lot more vulnerable than she ever has before.

And she's quite literally staring around her, but then again, it's a little unnerving when you open the door to your bedroom and are suddenly on a ship. Not ( Read more... )

There is a very disconcerted-looking man leaning against the railing. Wearing a bulky, oversized sweatshirt with the hood pulled up, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He's a lot younger than he looks ( Read more... )

*a petite brunette is here now.

Blinking, rather confusedly.*

What the hell?

*if you listen closely, you can hear a hint of a southern accent.*

[[OOC: This is April from RENT. April Dupree, 21 at time of death... yeah. She's a sweetie, but can be rough around the edges.

Mimi and Sarah, I blame you.]]

Mark, it's the wicked witch of the west, your mother ( Read more... )

*enter Mrs Davis*

*looks around and frowns confusedly, crossing her arms* What in the world...

Typist: YOU'RE ALL EVIL I HATE YOU EXCEPT NOT.

Sudlery a drag queen appeared on the ship, weinging one of her usual closls let say a sparkling dress, wig; and makeup. A brite grin comes over her face, lafning she says "i've arsre wanted to go on a pleasure cruise,Collins honey you here ( Read more... )

*she's unsteady when she enters -- she's not yet healthy again, and being on a boat doesn't help that at all* *at first, she'll just look around, wide-eyed; this certainly isn't New York City* *once that's been settled, she'll turn to the nearest person*

Excuse me. Where--?

Typist: Resistance was futile: I was assimilated. *waves* Preeeesenting ( Read more... )

Mark sat cross-legged on the floor, camera tilted slightly upwards to get the best angle of Roger playing his guitar. He shifted a little, refocused, then continued. "Zoom in on Roger: Rockstar, musical genius, lady's man, generally a cool guy. What do you have to say on this fine evening ( Read more... )

*and here's a cheerful looking guy in his late twenties smoking a joint and looking mildly confused as to why he's suddenly on a boat*

....Well, this is new. *and then a grin* Hey. I'm Tom Collins.

Typist: Collins, from RENT. Feel free to tacklehug him.

*bounds in, a flurry of movement and excitement*

*cheerfully* Hi everyone! I'm Maureen Johnson!

So what is this, a boat? .... *looks around for something (a stage, if you want to know)*

Typist: Maureen from RENT. I'm sorry ahead of time.