[hr][center][h1][color=007236]Mahendra Huq Zalil[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=007236]Location:[/color] Second Deck (Personal Cabin) 
[Color=007236]Skills:[/color] N/A[/center][hr]

[Color=007236]"Uh...hello?"[/color] Mahendra stirred in his bed as he woke up from his slumber, however long it may have lasted. It could have been hours, days even. It certainly felt like that as he slowly forced his eyes open with what little strenght he could muster in his waking moments. Why had he awoken from his dream about...he couldn't even remember now that he had woken up, but he did hear the sound of knocking on his door. [Color=007236]"Please give me a moment, Sir or Madam."[/color] Mahendra called out to whoever was standing outside his door. He pushed himself up from the bed, revealing a small, wet spot on his pillow from where he had drooled in his sleep. Though he couldn't remember falling asleep in that direction?

Mahendra got his wits about him slowly but surely, and walked to the door of his cabin and opening it. Outside stood a man, a steward most likely, asking if he was Mr. Zalil. Mahendra groggily confirmed the steward's question, and only then noticed the neatly packed plate of food he was holding. [Color=007236]"Ah yes, that is very kind of you Sir. I was told that my aquantiances would reserve some for me, thank you."[/color] Mahendra thanked the steward and accepted the plate, stepping back into his cabin and closing the door. As soon as he unwrapped his meal he could physically feel his stomach shake and rumble. Mahendra hadn't eaten for a long time, and he was famished. It was nothing too fancy, the typical variant of Egyptian meals that he as an Indian and Hindu was allowed to enjoy. He smiled as he sat down on his bed, thankful for the little effort from his companions that made him feel happy. Happy and hungry. He should go out and find them later on to thank them. But first, dinner. 

[hr][center][h1][color=#255DB3]Richard Barker[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=#255DB3]Location:[/color] Lower Deck (Dining Area) -> Main Deck (Open Air Lounge)
[Color=#255DB3]Location:[/color] None[/center][hr] 

Richard narrowed his eyes as he looked at Faye telling him he should have looked after himself, being the great detective and all. Was she trying to crack jokes, or was she throwing that same type of venom back at him that he'd thrown at her? Perhaps both, but she did have a point, which in itself annoyed him and made him look less annoyed at her; he should have seen it himself. For Christ sake, how does one not notice that your sleeve is on fire? Perhaps he wasn't as great a detective as he thought. That would explain why he still hadn't found her...

[Color=#255DB3]"Sure kid, sure. Perhaps I should stop smoking after all?"[/color] Richard said in passing, taking one last look at the crowd down below deck. Sure there were American in Egypt, that wasn't really strange. The whole craze about mummies and pyramids was big in America, like everywhere else. Perhaps they would poke their noses around fellow Yanks later. But for now, as Faye laughed at her own joke that Richard would rather not be the punch-line of, Richard walked to the stairs, pulled out his ticket without searching for it for too long and showed it, before ascending up to the Main Deck. [Color=#255DB3]"So how do ya want to do this, Faye? Do the talking together or apart? In case you get sick of the smoke signals or whatever."[/color]