[hr][center][h1][color=007236]Mahendra Huq Zalil[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=007236]Location:[/color] Main Deck (Open Air Lounge)
[Color=007236]Skills:[/color] Social cameleon[/center][hr] 

[Color=007236]"Oh yes, the science of our beloved Earth.[/color] Mahendra let his words be delicate as to not interrupt the entrancing lady's words when she would speak back to him, as social etiquette demanded from a gentelman such as himself. There were no guarantee that she was interested in the subject or science at all, and that she was merely fulfilling her social duty to not toss it aside like some many people did those days, so Mahendra waited politely and patiently for her to take up the bar and continue on. 

As he did wait for her and subsequently listened to her musing questions around his science, Mahendra looked at her in all her form and posture. Little, if nothing had changed in the way she spoke or stood, so Mahendra put on hold his curious thinking of the mysterious lady as she asked him the question. Mahendra looked her back into her dark eyes that he swore had been red earlier that night, and gave her a modest but proud smile. 

[Color=007236]"The first, but ever so carefully and expertly. The earth has much to show us, if only we proceed with caution and an outmost respect for the forces ever greater than us mortals."[/color] Mahendra answered, finding himsef think back to the various archeological digs and construction projects he had partaken in so far. [Color=007236]"I prefer to slowly peel away her layers, if she so allows it. Brutes and amatures, they do not care. No, true science requires patience..."[/color] Mahendra continued, looking away from her for a moment to finish. [Color=007236]"...and so do people. So yes the first."[/color]

[hr][center][h1][color=#255DB3]Richard Barker[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=#255DB3]Location:[/color] Main Deck (Open Air Lounge)
[Color=#255DB3]Skills:[/color]Observation, People-reading, Deduction[/center][hr] 

[Color=#255DB3]"For that drink? Sure, that's good enough for me."[/color] Richard didn't like the attention his fiery sleeve had brought upon him, but he could take the drink on Franklin as a good enough step in the right direction. Same applied to his Journal-Man starting to let his gob start doing some talking. Richard watched as a waiter brought over a glass for him, thanked him with an Arabic phrase and turned back his attention to Franklin. Perhaps he was getting somewhere again? At least he had a drink.

[Color=#255DB3]"You sound like a person that trods the globe more than the Average Joe then, Franklin. Most of us spend their lives stuck in whatever dump God put us in, some of us even enjoy it. So Scotland you say?"[/color] Richard's question began as he witnessed Franklin with the observant eye of a private detective, but to no avail as he still felt unsure of what to make of the man. The New York detective took a swig of the drink he'd gotten, before continuing his enquiry. [Color=#255DB3]"Thanks for the drink, they really filled a hole larger than a rigged pooltable. Anyway, drinking is a good reason to up and move I suppose. Just sounds odd to my ol' ears to go from Scotland to Egypt just for the giggle juice: there's plenty of booze in England after all. But hey, what do I know?"[/color] Richard finished, taking another sip of his drink. How on Earth was he going to get through to this guy? 

Going rough and direct was perhaps the needed route soon? He had seen the journal, and it still wasn't Franklin's. Then again, things were complicated. And Richard preferred playing 20 Questions with people giving straight answers.