[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] Overlooking the waters the woman had a pull at the corner of her mouth. Almost as if a smile would have formed if she would allow it. Resting each hand on the rail of the deck her long red nails curled over it and tapped gently. "Yet, even what you would peal back is only what she wishes to show you, the rest is lost to time and wear, as with people too," she commented coolly before turning her head to look at the man. "It is getting late, I should seek out my traveling companion. Excuse me Sir," she said before brushing past him. She moved slowly in her movements but her body seemed to move quickly without effort as she moved towards the main area of the ship. 

	Franklin eyed the man and shrugged a bit. "Not as much as you would like it seems. Knowing that is. Otherwise there wouldn't be questions," he countered as he leaned back in his chair and pulled out a cigar case. Opening it up there were several in it and he offered one to Richard before taking one for himself. "Though it is a bit of distance to travel, not near as much as America I would wager." Had Richard mentioned he was from America or was it the mans accent? Or both. Who could tell anymore. "So let me ask you something. Are you traveling alone? Or is there someone with you, that doesn't mind you setting yourself on fire. I will admit, it keeps things interesting but your laundry bill has to be hell," he chuckled before biting the tip of the cigar off and lighting it. Taking several quick pulls from it until it smoked and then inhaling deeply. Holding it in and then letting it blow out slowly. 

	The dining area Mosi had wandered into was not empty but it was was far from full. There were only a handful of servants and one or two guests milling about the place. None that would seem overly interesting on first glance. Seemed the guests were just not wanting to turn in yet and the workers looked as if they wanted them to go ahead and turn in so they wouldn't have to deal wit them anymore. The tables had been cleaned up and new linens were being set out. Seemed they were getting out as much as they could before breakfast come morning. More they do now, perhaps, the less they have to do later. 

	Vera was very grateful that Lauren didn't have a problem with taking her things to her room for her. And she was right there were hippos in the waters. Those would be very deadly indeed. [color=f7976a]Thank you ever so much Lauren,"[/color] she said making sure to vocalize her gratitude. [color=f7976a]"Hopefully I shant be long,"[/color] she added. Laurens room seemed in order. Nothing was tossed as Vera's had been but there was an odd smell in the room. It wasn't obvious at first but as one moved around the cabin it became more evident. It wasn't a bad smell but it was there. Like burnt wood almost. It was hard to put it into words but it was familiar. 

	The man looked over towards the Lord Major and his brow went up slightly. "Oh dear," he said in a thick Arabic accent but he seemed to understand completely what the man was saying. "Please, come with me sir, we will report this to the ships captain at once," he said motioning for the Lord Major to follow him. Whatever security they came across to change levels at stairs or places they needed to get through the man was waved through and made mention that the Lord Major was with him. Once they reached the bridge the man knocked and waited for a call to enter. Slowly opening the door he glanced back at the Lord Major before pointing to the obvious captain of the ship. The man was older with a thick white beard and dark ruddy skin, dressed formally with a white cap on his head. "Yes? Is there a problem?" he asked as he pulled the pipe from his lips. 

	The Lady Munn kept quiet as Nora and Gene seemed to exchange a few words before looking over towards Gene and nodded. [color=f7976a]"That they are,"[/color] she agreed before leaving her quarters after the rest had exited and closing the door. She locked it, out of sheer habit but the thought crossed her ind that it was a bit late to do that. All she was doing now was securing a crime scene they had already messed up. Glancing around she wasn't exactly sure which way to go. [color=f7976a]"Do you know the way?"[/color] she asked, thinking it was better for Gene to take lead on this as she seemed more at home in general society than she was. It wasn't the first time Vera was on a ship but it was the first time she had ever sought out anyone to report a crime of this matter. Even at the museum she had only had to alert the people who worked there and they took care of the rest. 

	Over in Mosi's room things seemed in order. There was a small window in the room, a portal that was open and the smell of salt water could be smelt in the air. The boat was rocking gently as it tugged up the Nile and the moonlight was shining a tad brightly in the room. There was a splash that one could hear in the water below.