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[center][i]September 11, 1914[/i][/center]
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[color=FFFF00][i] September 10, 1914

Well, I can't say I saw this coming. We've arrived at an inn called the "White Hart Inn." And oh wow there was so much here. Baths, good food, and even good wine. All of it isn't as good as home, but compared to what we've been going through out there? It's a sanctuary. The first thing I did? Go straight for a bath. Ugh, I hate filth so much! Clean and healthy is the way to go! Some of the others talked to those Imperials that were here, who told us this was neutral territory: an unspoken rule of war. Reminds me of the unspoken rules in a meeting place honestly. We even met someone new: some Oceanic girl that I don't remember the name of.

Well, either way when we settled in everyone started drinking. That's when everything started to get crazy. And geez, didn't they get drunk! I'm not sure whether it is because they want a port in the storm to have fun or if they were always like that. Either way, there's going to be a lot of hangovers in the morning, not that I will be one of them. 

However, with alcohol apparently comes sex. There were at least three times, if not more, that I heard the cries of pleasure in some room or another. Familiar voices too. I have to admit it made me flustered and made my thoughts improper for a lady. Must have affected Jean too, because when I asked him a question to test his response, he responded in a suspicious way. Not the bad way but still. He views me as something, but what I do not know. Maybe the consistent sounds of sex clouded his mind? Either way he's not telling anything to me directly. At least my tea served to make everyone but some of the horny happy and I got a few free things from the inn's generosity. 

Before I went to my room to retire for the night, I went ahead and bought a couple of wine bottles. One was a 90 year old bottle and another was a 69 year old. Let's hope that I will someday be able to taste both.[/i][/color]

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Sitting in a chair in a corner table and reading a certain book she wrote herself, Reyna drank yet more tea she made for herself. A pitcher on the table and a cup with some ice was all she needed. It was a good thing she bought that wine last night, for Jean put in a prohibition on alcohol. She, however, did not think that the more resourceful members of the squad would have any problem with either bribing or smuggling a little alcohol on the side if only to have a drink. Sure, they may not drink to get drunk but they did not need to anyway. After all, they might have forgotten the night before but they were in a war zone. There was no such thing as a truly safe place. 

Reyna could not exactly understand the situation developing beyond her corner, but it seemed that some of her squad mates were taking care of the issue. It involved Diana, and even she could sense the sadness when she looked over. Reyna noted to go to Diana later and ask if everything was ok, when there were not a "dozen" people crowded around her. However, it came to a surprise...or relatively so, when Jean approached her corner. 

[color=FFFF00][i] ....Oh crap.[/i][/color] Reyna quickly thought as she looked at the book that was open. It was....not the best book for someone to look at. Quickly putting the book on a nearby chair, although still open, Reyna looked at Jean and studied him for a few moments. [color=FFFF00]"Morning."[/color] She said with a small smile, hoping that Jean will not lean too much toward her and see the contents of the book in the chair. [color=FFFF00][i] That tea better be! Otherwise I wouldn't have any pride as a Vinlander woman. [/i][/color] She thought to herself as her tea was mentioned. Her mother taught her how to make it, after all, and it seemed the tea met the expectations or went beyond them with everyone that took a drink of it.

Suddenly, things got serious. How she felt about risking her life in dark tunnels? Terrified. There was nothing in the world that Reyna would rather do than go into a dark tunnel to set some explosives up somewhere filled with guns that could kill her. However, this was also something she signed up for. She wasn't going to admit she was scared at all. Her father taught her she needed to be confident in everything she did, even if it was only on the outside. Jean may have promised that promise he made at Garnia, but Reyna knew in her heart that violence bred terrible things, and she signed up knowing this. It was impossible to keep her from seeing such things, the cavalry charge and her first close-up kill the day before proved that, but his concern was greatly appreciated all the same. 

With a confident smile, at least on the outside, Reyna spoke [color=FFFF00]"Jean, I can handle it. You don't have to worry about sending me in some tunnel. I'll come out on top, even if you [i]do[/i] have to send me in completely alone. I'm a trained soldier, and I'll see it through to the end. It's what I signed up for, anyway. Besides, father wouldn't let me go if he didn't think I could handle it all." [/color] Well, if this continued this would be too serious of a subject. She didn't want to think about her potential doom or being shot by a machine-gun. Instead she wanted to worry about the book that Jean could potentially discover. Quickly, Reyna looked for an out of this and discovered it: a phonograph! There's no doubt a few songs for it. And....oh she knows how to dance a little. Combined with the feelings she suspects Jean has of her and.....

[color=FFFF00]"Hey, come on, let's dance! I know a few of these songs!" [/color] Reyna said as she stood up, went over to the phonograph, got a good, fast paced song on there, then went over to Jean and grabbed his wrist, tugging him in an attempt to take the lead and distract him from her private possessions.

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