[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=F48CA7]Josephine Clark[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/c224f7b0f20cc6f4e3f50ca5c82b572e/tumblr_oazl0uJv271todga9o2_500.gif[/img][hr][b][color=F48CA7]Location:[/color][/b] Elite Deck (Josephine's Room)
[b][color=F48CA7]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][/center]

Josephine hadn't expected much from the Corporal other than a thanks and leaving. The fact he cares so much for her reputation only solidified her decision to have him leave without anything more. She hadn't regretted it and this only cemented it. He was, perhaps, too good for this world. Too good for her, in any case. [color=F48CA7]"I suppose that is fair, if you would like."[/color] Josephine got up and helped unload her laundry into Reddish's arms. She saw him out the door with a slight wave and a smile. Once she closed the door, she felt herself getting emotional again.

She was alone now and she felt it. Before she had Haakon for companionship and then the man died. She may have had pleasant conversations with Nora and Lady Munn, but she wouldn't call then confidances. And the others she barely knew apart from brief speakings. No, this was the first time since Haakon passed that she felt a bond with another person. Her mind raced to pleasant things all too quickly and if she hadn't forced Reddish out, who knows what would have happened?

She put on her silk nightgown, undid her hair and make-up, and got into bed. She quickly got up to ensure the door was locked before returning to the bed. She was not afraid, but it paid to be cautious. Eventually, she drifted off to sleep.

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=F7E2E8]Faye Masterson[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://steamusercontent-a.akamaihd.net/ugc/920294682284009688/2C3E86F3AEFCAC130B3FCF8AC67BC1264F2A7298/?interpolation=lanczos-none&output-format=jpeg&output-quality=95&fit=inside%7C1024%3A641&composite-to=*,*%7C1024%3A641&background-color=black[/img][hr][b][color=F7E2E8]Location:[/color][/b]Lower Level (Faye's Room)
[b][color=F7E2E8]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][/center]

Faye fell asleep quite quickly, despite being on a boat. It may have been the events of the ship that drove her to exhaustion or the drinks she consumed were to blame. She began to dream. In it, she saw her sister, alive and well. She looked the same age as when she died, but Faye couldn't speak. It was as if she was seeing a scene unfold in front of her.

Then ghastly images appeared. Spirits of malic and contempt seemed to surround her sister. All laughing wickedly. Faye couldn't move or do anything but observe and as soon as the spirits dissolved, her sister was laying down in a lump, blood surrounding her. 

Faye quickly sat up in bed, covered in sweat and breathing heavily. She had nightmares before, sure. Studdying the occult tended to do that, but it was never as vivid as that. Nor did it ever involve her and those she cared for. She wasn't so much scared as worried. But she was also determined. Now more so than ever. If this [i]was[/i] an attack by the spiritual realm to drive her off course, they would have to do a better job.