[hr][center][h1][color=007236]Mahendra Huq Zalil[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=007236]Location:[/color] Cargo Deck -> Lower Deck -> Main Deck (Stairs)
[Color=007236]Skills:[/color] N/A[/center][hr] 

Mahendra was more than ready to vacate the Cargo Deck and move back up to his own room, but the Bengali waited patiently - albit shivering and colder by the minute - like the gentleman he was for the introductions between J.C. and the other members of the Fellowship to be done with. He'd live, this was but a scratch. Perhaps more in his honour than anything, but he'd live through the cold. Sneezing, but alive. Mahehdra watched as George scooped up the always clumsy Vera and began to carry her out of the Cargo Deck, and followed behind Lauren as she led the way. 

With shivering, but dry hands, Mahendra pulled out his soaking wet ticket for inspection as they went from Cargo to Lower Deck. [Color=007236]"That is ve-ve-very kind of you, Lauren, bu-bu-but I am sure I will manage. Nothing a good cha-cha-change of clothes cannot fix."[/color] Mahendra said back to Lauren as she offered to help him, giving her a shivering smile so that his teeth shivered too. But as they came to the stairs leading from the Lower Deck up to the Main Deck, Mahendra knew something was wrong. When he lifted his hand to give his ticket to the crew, only a shaking and blue hand appeared before them. Mahendra looked in confusion at his hand, then up at the crewmember, back at his hand and behind him. His ticket was gone!

[Color=007236]"I'm terribly sorry, my good man, bu-bu-but I must have lost my ticket somewhere!"[/color] Mahendra tried to explain, but it appeared as it was not needed. The wet trail of dripping water proved enough explaination about the night's events, and Mahendra was told that he'd be led back to his deck and room by the crew. Mahendra gave the crewmember a kind smile and a half-bow, not having the energy to finish it. [Color=007236]"I am looking forward to a good warm sleep tonight..."[/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) -> Lower Deck (Richard's quarters)
[Color=#255DB3]Skills: [/color]N/A[/center][hr]  

Richard took the last contents of his glass of booze in one quick motion, feeling the buring liquid flow down his throat and warming him in a way only scotch or a woman could, as of lately only the first. The man Faye described could have been on a really, really bad day, but nonetheless it didn't sound like anything useful to the hard-boiled detective who finished his drink. [Color=#255DB3]"Sounds like a man with a lot of baggage, but then who doesn't?"[/color] Richard commented Faye, putting down the glass and giving the bartender what he owed. [Color=#255DB3]"Yeah better hit the hay. It's already been a long day for two detectives in deep water."[/color]  

Richard stubbed out his cigarette in an ashtray and got off his chair just in time to hear Faye's once again hillarious 'jokes'. But the gentle tap on his shoulder told him otherwise, and the cut-nosed Yankee couldn't help but give her a small smile and a tap on her shoulder back. [Color=#255DB3]"You're not too bad, Faye. No way in Hell funny, but you're not bad. Good night."[/color] Richard said surprisingly soft to Faye, flicking off the remaining ash on his cigarette and pocketing it for later use. He walked from the bar-area, over to the stairs with his ticket ready, and was allowed down into the Lower Decks. 

Soon Richard had come to his personal quarters, locked himself in and standing alone in his room. Hadn't been too long since he had left after changing out his pants, which still lay carelessly on the bed. Throwing his hat onto his suitcase and sitting down on the chair, he tossed the ruined pair of pants into the suitcase as well before untying his shoes. And his feet were stinking, thanks to the sweltering heat of Egypt. Not that he cared, he wasn't too good of a smeller with the bandage still wrapped around his nose, and so he pulled off his socks as well, his jacket and emptied his pockets before layind down in bed. It was a bed, and that was good enough for Richard.