[hr][center][h1][color=007236]Mahendra Huq Zalil[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=007236]Location:[/color] Cargo Deck
[Color=007236]Skills:[/color] N/A[/center][hr] 

So it had been true what Mahendra had deduced with his social skills. At least his wits had not been fully dulled in the process of falling into the Nile! George and the other man, J.C. did know each other. How remarkable of a concicedence, Mahendra thought as he watched George hand Vera a piece of cloth first, and then one for himself. [Color=007236]"Tha...thank you, Mr. Benaszewski..."[/color] Mahendra began to thank George, only now realizing that he felt a tad bit cold. He had excerted a fair amount of strenght in his struggle for life and death, and it was in his moment of safety that he felt the cold water seep in everywhere. Good thing he was given the cloth.

[Color=007236]"Pleased to meet you too, J.C. Mahendra Zalil, at your service."[/color] Mahendra was quick to reply to J.C. after his introduction with a handshake as well, though he clearly flustered at his question. It should have been obvious that it would be posed sooner or later, but when it finally was, Mahendra didn't know what to answer. Simply saying "I was running after a lady, asking for her name and I fell into the river." would put himself into a most ungentlemanly light! It could be scandalous! His tried to form words without sounds, when Lauren joined them. [Color=007236]"Oh, ehm I...my own clumsiness, I must assume, dear Lauren. Yes, not used to the traversal on water. But yes I am all right, thanks to the efforts of Mr. Benaszewski and J.C."[/color] He answered Lauren, giving her a friendly smile as he nodded to their two saviours. He would tell her, and the Fellowship later about it all: The lady, the red glowing eyes, her curious posture and her strange questions. But for now, he was clumsy.

[hr][center][h1][color=#255DB3]Richard Barker[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=#255DB3]Location:[/color] Main Deck (Stern -> Open Air Lounge)
[Color=#255DB3]Skills:[/color]N/A[/center][hr] 

[Color=#255DB3]"Ha...ha...ha, very funny Faye. Taking a midnight swim in the Nile is exactly what an old dog like me wants."[/color] Richard gave an obviously sarcastic laugh to his partner, a quick look of "oh you're so funny" while breathing in the nicotine. Perhaps that was the only thing that still kept him alive, the smoke of a cigarette that he could barely afford on a bad time. And to think his ex-wife wanted him to quite? She was crazy. Richard looked around him again, then back at Faye with a sigh. [Color=#255DB3]"Come on, Doll, let's get a drink."[/color]

Richard began making his way back to where he and Franklin had had a most 'pleasent' conversation about things he wouldn't share, Faye following him in close pursuit. Richard walked up to the counter and asked for a stiff drink, bourbon or whiskey if they had, before turning to Faye. [Color=#255DB3]"I'm sure you can take care of yourself. Hell you've fared better than me the last twenty-four hours. But you're a good kid, Faye, not a singer or a movie starlett, like you said. Shit happens worse to people who don't play dirty, when we're surrounded by shit. I'm just looking after you, in case shit hits the fan."[/color] Richard tried to assure her, knowing she would prefer for him not to fly over her like a protective hawk. Perhaps he was so protective because he couldn't save his own daughter...maybe?

With a stiff drink ordered, Richard was at his third or fourth drink that night; just what he needed to fall asleep eventually. [Color=#255DB3]"I hope so, today has been dissapointing to say the least. But I ain't got much left over for hoping, stopped that long ago. We've just got to work harder and smarter."[/color] He took a deep, tired breath, and out again before posing the final question. [Color=#255DB3]"First thing's first; when and where do we meet up tomorrow? My head feels like a bell tower on matchstick legs."[/color]