[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=b8860b]Reginald Keystone[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
[img]http://33.media.tumblr.com/76ca11af5771405a055ca9291e9e4b2b/tumblr_nvhilyU39J1qcxymno4_500.gif[/img][/center]
[hr][center][color=darkgoldenrod][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Ferry (Elite Deck Dining Area)
[color=b8860b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	As the meal progressed Reginald took some comfort in the fact that Lauren had not called him out for his proclivities toward naming the various place settings and bits of flatware. It was his own attempt at grandfatherly instruction, coupled with an occasionally unattractive sense of haughtiness that was fairly common among those of his social strata. Nonetheless, he almost could not help himself as he rattled off the occasional off bit of trivia or point of etiquette, such as, [color=b8860b]"No no, that item is generally broken open first,"[/color] or [color=b8860b]"Yes, that dab of reduction on the plate is supposed to be the accompanying sauce. I know, it is [i]French[/i], you see, Makes no sense to me either, but there we are."[/color] 

	There was another point of etiquette that the younger lady had addressed that Reginald felt the need to address, as well. [color=b8860b]"Madame, you will have to forgive me my formalities, I am afraid. It it simply the manner in which I was brought up, and I am quite a man sedentary in my ways. If you would prefer it, I will call you Lauren in times we are among ourselves, but to address you as anything but Mrs. Ridgeway in mixed company has certain implications. I do not wish to bring insult nor dishonor to yourself. Perhaps I am a bit old-fashioned, but the people in charge of this land are as well, for the most part."[/color] 

	As dessert came, a welcome bit of sweetness as opposed to the palate cleansers stacked between layers of savory that they had been brought over the course of their meal, Reginald addressed the service staff: [color=b8860b]"Hmm, yes. That does look lovely. I shall have that one... and that one."[/color] And then his dining companion.[color=b8860b]"Right then! To answer your question, madame, I have been with the Royal Army since I was barely a man. There were two options for someone in my position, you see: Become a local Lord and make one's self beholden to the fickleness of society, politic, etc., or increase the honor of one's family by accepting a commission in the Royal Military. I am biased, mind you."[/color] He took a small bite from his colorful, sugary (almost) last course, and after a pleasant expression, continued, [color=b8860b]"I've always had a profound mechanical inclination and thirst for adventure. It helped significantly as myself and a handful of like minded nutters helped to build the Royal Army Flying Corps, you see. Of course back then, it was all dirigibles and modified weather balloons..."[/color] He obviously had more to say, but his attention was waylaid by the approach of another waiter. 

	[color=b8860b]"My good sir, if you would please? We have a friend who is feeling poorly and could not join us this fine evening. Would it be possible to have something wrapped up picnic style to take back to him? I believe that the honored gentleman has dining restrictions pertaining to the Indian Subcontinent."[/color] Depending upon the level of understanding, Reginald stood ready to repeat his query in the native Arabic. 

	[color=b8860b]"Well then, Mrs. Ridgeway, a bit of coffee and that should conclude our meal properly. There are many occasions that I prefer a good roast and some spirits, but every so often the allure of fine dining suits me. Perhaps I find satisfaction in being waited upon. Eh, who's to say, indeed."[/color]  

	




[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=bdb76b]Haring Reddish[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
[img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/bc984338-f6d5-4803-b256-c66503999ea8.jpg[/img][/center]
[hr][center][color=darkkhaki][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Ferry (Second Deck Dining Area)
[color=bdb76b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	Despite a standoffish beginning to dinner conversation, Corporal Reddish was pleased to note that others were attempting to engage him in pleasant conversation. While he did not wish to overshadow the lady who had invited him along to the equivalent of "The Big Table" at a holiday gathering, he was obligated by the guidelines of proper etiquette to give attention where it was due for the purpose of answering direct questions or acknowledging that others was responded to his own. As he spoke, his mannerisms grew slightly sharper in purpose, less satirical in nature, as if he were putting a guard up - or taking one down. 

	The first such response was to the very new newcomer, Gene. The sister to the American veteran, if he remembered properly from the exchange earlier. [color=bdb76b]"Oh indeed, Miss. My manners need work. Corporal Haring Demetrius Reddish, [i]at your service[/i], of course. I am the personal Valet to the Lord Major Reginald I. Keystone, meaning I see to his personal affairs as necessary and facilitate as his driver and bodyguard, or extend service for others as he directs. At his order, I have handled much of the practical logistics that have brought us here. It is a pleasure to meet you, ma'am."[/color]

	With Mosi, he was a bit less verbose. [color=bdb76b]"Priscilla Harker."[/color] he said aloud, as if reminding himself. [color=bdb76b]"So you are a student, then. How nice. I suppose an unlikely twist of fate brought you into this company, like everyone else, hmmm?"[/color] Though said in a light hearted manner, it had occurred to Reddish that every time one of their number died or otherwise left their Fellowship, someone stumbled into it, as if some unseen force was testing them, while simultaneously ensuring that they had a minimum number of participants. Unless it was a foolish observation brought about by one of the weirder, more paranoid parts of his psyche. There were a few of those lurking inside of his brain lately. 

	[color=bdb76b]"Well then, Ladies and Gentlemen, I [i]do hope[/i] we come to get along swimmingly. Just swimmingly."[/color] This sentiment passed along as he was finishing his own supper of, again, what he suspected was really braised goat. He turned to Josephine, bringing his mind back to her comment earlier about Egypt's cuisine. [color=bdb76b]"I will be honest, Miss Clark, or at least as honest as decency allows. The local flavors didn't set well with me at first. Positively did not. But in time I have come to greatly appreciate the region's foodstuffs, and even the Muslim styles of cooking present here. I forget what they call it... Eh, no matter."[/color] 

 	The finishing of a plate brought thoughts of dessert, and the spiffiness it might provide. [color=bdb76b]"Oh! There is this local delicacy that I hope they have on board for afters. It's a seasoned carrot pie that they make in Cairo that is simply a delight. I forget the name of it in Arabic, but in English it's called (wait for it) [i]'Seasoned Carrot Pie'[/i]. Neat, eh?"[/color] He shrugged, making light of his little joke. [color=bdb76b]"Miss Clark, I do hope it is not too presumptuous, but would you care to join me for a digestif and a walk about the boat following supper? The Nile is breathtaking under moonlight."[/color] His inquiry was open and casual, displaying a level of calm confidence that seemed uncharacteristic of the ordinarily boisterous man.

 	[color=bdb76b]"And it might give me a chance to sneak a picture with you."[/color] he admitted. [color=bdb76b]"It would mean a lot to me."[/color] Reddish, apparently not a man who was "Off Duty" a whole lot, seemed intent upon making the most of it while he could.