[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=f7976a]Deeper Than The Sands[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][b][color=f7976a]Date:[/color][/b] October 5th, 1924[hr][hr][/center]

	[b][i][color=f7976a]Reminders:[/color][/i][/b] Same reminders but hey, we all forget shit -  If you are changing decks at anytime while we are on the boat - roll in chat before you post. If you roll a 1, 2, 3, 4 or 5 - drop me a line because your ticket is missing. If you roll a 6 though 20, you have your ticket and can proceed without issue. 

	Same goes with leaving and returning to your characters room. If you enter your room, drop a roll in chat. 1, 2, or 3 drop me a line before posting. If you roll a 4-20 everything is fine and you can proceed without issue.

	Please remember to do this every time you change decks and every time you enter your rooms. 

	Also remember - If you are Elite you can do to any deck. If you are Secondary you can go anywhere but Elite unless you are on record as working for someone with an Elite ticket. If you are Lower Deck, you can only enter Lower or Main deck. 

[b][i][color=f7976a]It's Getting Late:[/color][/i][/b] And so the people on the boat are starting to feel the time. Less and less people are out and about and everyone is going to start feeling the fact that the hours are ticking by and it has been a rather long day. This was probably why Vera didn't see any problem with people breaking off into smaller groups. Granted, she also hadn't been privileged to the well known cartoon/horror film/DND adage - NEVER SPLIT THE PARTY! [color=f7976a]"Oh yes, of course, do let me collect a few items for the evening,"[/color] she said in passing. 

	Standing up she began to rummage through the mess that was currently her quarters. A dressing gown, something to change into in the morning, a few items to freshen up with and tend to her hygiene, among other items of small un-note-worthiness. [color=f7976a]"We should go as it was my room that was broken into,"[/color] she added as she tripped and packed. [color=f7976a]"Do go ahead and get some rest,"[/color] she said to the others. 

	"Geology you say?" the woman said in passing as she continued to look out over the waters. Her body barely moving and it seemed that she was able to hold perfectly still but was that really an item of note right now? The ship was sailing and though it moved in the water things were rather calm on deck. It was hard to feel the movement other than the wind that was no more than a gentle breeze right then. "Do you prefer to peel back the layers of the earth to find her story instead of a person? Or do you just jump in hacking away at her and expecting the same of others?" she asked in a slow voice, each word coming forth as if paused for anticipation of the next. Dark eyes slowly moved to his and her body finally turned to face him as well. There seemed to be a deep arc of her thin brow over her left eye as she awaited an answer. 

	Franklin sat there and waited for the shit storm of flaming sleeve to correct itself by Richards actions. There was a slight smirk on his face. "I am here to drink, where I am from depends on what point in my life one would consider important. Birth and life are two different things but most recently outside of Egypt I called Scotland home for a time. That good enough?" he asked as he motioned for the waiter to bring over another glass. "And yes, it seems like you could use a drink," he added with a chuckle. Seemed the drinks were on him for the time, or at least this round. 

	George continued to go through his list, finding each crate that was marked on the list and giving it a once over. He worked through the isles, usually out of sight of the Lord Major. As the Lord Major spoke up he came from around the corner and handed over his list. [color=598527]"Mmm, completed sir. Findings are mmm the same. Moved but nothing opened,"[/color] he said. The list was just as long as the Lord Majors but he had been completed with it quickly. Was it the old mans age that caused him to move slower? Most likely. George was far younger and still well able even with the missing of one eye and the way he carried himself and groomed did not leave one to figure he would skip over items. 

	[color=598527]"Mmm, would you like me to finish while you mmm report the situation?"[/color] he offered but he did not hold his hand out, not wanting to put the impression out there that he was assuming that the Lord Major would wish to pass off the duty on George but it could easily be figured that it would be simpler for George to remain here and finish alone. His face mask did tend to put people off and could cause a ruckus with the Ships Master if he was the one to do the reporting in person. 

	The man nodded and listened to what she was saying but cocked a brow as her attention seemed to be taken from him. Turning his head he looked to where she was looking and spotted the man with his sleeve on fire. He looked a bit shocked, no wonder she was looking over there. Someone on fire was something to see that was for sure. Seeing as the flame was quickly put out he slowly looked over to her once again and shrugged. "Yeah, least he didn't burn the ship down," he said before taking another drink and motioning for the glass to be refilled once again. At her question he shrugged a bit. "You know, now I am not even sure why I am anymore. Coming to figure maybe I am on a wild goose chase," he said as his shoulder slumped down a bit and he lowered his head. "Some shit should just be left in the past."

	Vera shook her head a bit. [color=f7976a]"I wouldn't wish to, crocodiles are known in these parts as are far more deadly and larger creatures, though what awaits on shore might be worse,"[/color] she mused to herself. Then her attention was turned to Gene and she perked a brow. She had forgotten that Gene was her bodyguard right then thanks to George. [color=f7976a]"Oh um, yes, of course. Lauren could you take my things to your room? Or call a persuer to?"[/color] she asked as she smoothed out her skirt and pushed her hair out of her face, the curls refusing to stay back.