[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=b8860b]Reginald Keystone[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=darkgoldenrod][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Ferry (Elite Deck, Outside of Quarters)
[color=b8860b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Perception [/center][hr][hr]

	Music. It stood to reason that where there was music, there would eventually be lightly alcoholic beverages served, preferably by persons trained in the art of dutiful service to ensure the utmost of guest comfort. It made sense. It was the right time of evening and absolutely perfect weather for an after-supper tidbit and classic digestif. And of course, this was a vessel equal to the task of imparting luxury to its guests. Perhaps this was why Reginald was so confused as to why he couldn't find anything of the sort, and up here about the Elite Deck, too. 

	The earlier sight that gave him so much consternation might be to blame for the sudden fog that had rolled over his perception. Briefly, Reginald considered that it might be one of those pyramid related curses that the public seemed to love so much, yet one that sought to remove him from anything involving merriment or social hobnobbing. He dismissed it offhand, citing that he had not ever heard of a thousands of years old curse designed to do something as pedestrian as throw a wet blanket over someone's evening. Nope, the Lord Major refused to accept it. Carry on, as is people would call the situation; and thusly he would, indeed, carry on. It was not within his nature to simply break camp and move on when the going got a little bumpy. 

	But for a certainly, if he could not locate a portion of recline and jocularity, he was bound for his own quarters to dip into his private stock and spend a quiet evening [i]in[/i].



[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 (Elite Deck)
[color=bdb76b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Perception [/center][hr][hr]

	The intrepid Corporal took in Josephine's words and, seemingly dipping into a more philosophical bent, remarked, [color=bdb76b]"Not the foggiest, Miss Clarke! Nary an idea whatsoever, but I'll tell you ma'am, and confidentially: I see a spot of good luck, I don't question the whys and wherefores of it too closely."[/color] He smiled, looking into Josephine's eyes with an earnest expression, [color=bdb76b]"I appreciate the new experience as fully as I can while it hangs about. I've seen too many people fade out of this world, and almost every one of them expressed one regret or another about things they [i]didn't do[/i]."[/color] He held her gaze for a short moment, then almost instantly switched to a more jovial demeanor. [color=bdb76b]"To bloody short, life is. [i]Too bloody short[/i]. And it can be taken from us, besides. So when I work, I toss every bit of myself into it. And when I play, madame, I expect that I put every piece of my effort into that, as well. So take [i]this evening[/i], if you would; I'm just a footnote in someone's story (speaking in metaphor of course), whilst you're a solid header. We've a whole page of words and phrases between us, yet somehow here we are. I'd like that page to be a compelling read, if it's all I've got."[/color] 

	Reddish noted the breeze from the river drifting across the deck and, out of a habit of service, adjusted his uniform jacket about Josephine in an attempt to ward off any coming discomfort to the lady with a quick, [color=bdb76b]"Pardon me, Miss."[/color] Propriety was important, even in times of leisure. He recovered his wallet and removed a note or two, regarding the very nearby photographer. In a quick subject change, he jumped back to the initial discussion, [color=bdb76b]"And madame is [i]quite[/i] astute, with a professional eye for detail, I'd wager. Absolutely!"[/color] He handed the bank notes over to the man with the stand-mounted camera, continuing, [color=bdb76b]"[i]Toward the bow[/i], my good man! Horizon, moon, stars, and the loveliness of the Nile itself, which pales in its own comparison with the young Miss at my arm. And if you can somehow, sir, [i]somehow[/i] get a snap of the native crocodiles in the background, then wouldn't that be a thing to write home about, yes?"[/color] Let it never be said that the Corporal did not find himself mildly amusing. 

	As luck would have it, their impromptu waltz had taken the pair nearish to the fore of the boat, so it was but a short series of steps before an appropriate vantage point could be located. The photographer set up his device with practiced efficiency and motioned for the two of them to come closer together. The man did not spare the odd looks for Reddish, though whether it was for the man's eccentricities of speech or the fact that he was an NCO on the Elite Deck escaped him. Before the camera clicked, the Corporal asked a hasty, [color=bdb76b]"Ah, pardon me? When do we get the prints back, sir?"[/color] 

		"Tomorrow morning. Or at least before midday. Closer, now. We can discuss the prints after."

	[color=bdb76b]"That soon, eh? Marvelous, my good man. Just marvelous."[/color] And to Josephine, [color=bdb76b]"And thank you so much, Miss Clarke. I am [i]amazingly[/i] grateful for this. Now, please pardon anything overly familiar, if you would..."[/color] he murmured, moving in closer as the photographer insisted. As he settled into a proper position for the picture, Reddish whispered, [color=bdb76b]"In your debt, ma'am, as you see fit. Thank you again."[/color] 

		"Are you comfortable? Alright, in three, two, one..." 

	...

	...

	[b][i]click.[/i][/b]