[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=b8860b]Reginald Keystone[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=b8860b][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Ferry (Main Deck)
[color=b8860b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	Well, it stood to reason that as soon as Reginald got comfortable, people began a minor exodus of sorts. Well, it all stood to reason, after a small spot of tea it was naturally time to ready for an evening meal. While Reginald did feel a bit peckish, all this running about without the coursing pitch of gunfire just seemed unnatural. But the departure of a number of persons from the table aside, Reginald could tell that what he thought was a mere auditory hallucination from earlier was, in fact, a piece of striking reality. He was aboard the ship. [i]Why[/i] was beyond him, really. Perhaps, like the rest of them, he felt some preternatural pull and just didn't tell anyone about it. 

	Reginald stood briefly as may of the others excused themselves, as manners of the day suggested. He was interested in seeing his stateroom himself, though tea came first. It would not be proper to just leave a cup half finished. Besides, he very likely had business with one of his subordinates in a moment or two that needed to be handled directly. With composed calm, the Lord Major sat, sipping his tea with deliberation, waiting for the scene which would unfold next. He could almost [i]feel[/i] the Corporal's presence as he neared the table. When the sound of boots scuffled to a stop behind him and he heard a sharp intake of breath, heralding an abrupt, affirming yell of some kind, Reginald cut him off with a measured, [color=b8860b]"If you yell, Corporal, I shall toss you bodily into the Nile. Now, report."[/color] 


[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=bdb76b]Haring Reddish[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=darkkhaki][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Ferry (Main Deck)
[color=bdb76b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	Having been denied a signature calling of "Lord [b][i]MAJOR!!![/i][/b]", one might believe the man to be crestfallen. It showed in his features for just a moment before he snapped back to his usual British stiff-upper-lippedness, and began to address Reginald with a surprisingly even and cultured voice. [color=bdb76b]"Indeed, sir. Cargo is secured, animals are boarded, and your personals have been delivered to your room as per order. Here,"[/color] he handed over two of the papers in his hand, which Reginald accepted and reviewed, [color=bdb76b]"are your papers; boarding, individual manifest, and room assignment. You've the Elite Deck, sir. Likewise, I've take the liberty of securing lodging one deck below to see to your requirements while on board, sadly propriety suggests that I not take quarters of equal standing as yourself. Sir."[/color] 

	[color=b8860b]"And what the devil do you mean by that, Corporal?"[/color] This from a mildly confused Reginald. 

		[color=bdb76b]"The Letter of Assignment, sir. You named me as your valet, and did not rescind after the initial job was completed with the boat. I intend to perform my duties to their fullest, sir, and thank you for the honor of it, sir. Sir? Permission to thank you appropriately?"[/color] 

	[color=b8860b]"Denied, Corporal. In fact, as you have invited yourself along on this little expedition, I shall find use for you. But not on this boat; not now. I am off-duty until further notice, [i]and so are you, Corporal[/i]. Understood?"[/color] 

		[color=bdb76b]"Oh, indeed sir!"[/color] exclaimed the Corporal, brimming with happy just to be accepted into the group, even if he had to resort to trickery to do so. [color=bdb76b]"Off duty, off duty... hmm."[/color] He didn't seem the type to fully comprehend the concept. Did this mean he had to switch out of uniform? Probably... Well, it was good that he brought a few civilian items. 

	Maintaining his measured patience, Reginald made the best of the situation. Here was another person who would follow orders, knew his way around a rifle, was in respectable physical condition, and could likely assist George in his role as bodyguard for Vera if necessary. [color=b8860b]"At ease, Corporal. Off duty, remember? Take a seat, see to your room, whatever. Maybe take a meal here in a while."[/color] 

	Reddish seemed a little out of sorts at first. Manners outside of military protocol were rusty, but he could use the opportunity to flex his social skills a little bit. Right at that moment, however, now that he was given permission to relax somewhat, he found himself looking over toward an oddly familiar lady. He couldn't quite place from where. A lovely face framed by blonde hair and adorned in a mock nautical themed dress in a charming color of almost-navy blue. Before he got caught staring at Josephine, he introduced himself, [color=bdb76b]"Apologies, ma'am. Corporal Haring Reddish, at your service. If I may, that is the most [i]lovely[/i] dress you have chosen for yourself this evening, ma'am. Spectacular, if I may be allowed to say."[/color] He even looked a little nervous. [color=bdb76b]"Ma'am, have we met? You seem very familiar somehow."[/color]