[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=b8860b]Reginald Keystone[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=darkgoldenrod][b]Location:[/b][/color] Athribis (Underground)
[color=b8860b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Engineering, Codes/Ciphers [/center][hr][hr]

	With gluteal crevasse finally free of the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, the Lord Major attempted to give the wall markings a decent once-over, confident that his training with the Royal Armed Forces might shed some light upon this mystery, if it mean discovering a pattern that more classically trained eyes might have missed or providing greater insight on the ancient engineering present with these sliding walls and trapdoors. Ah yes, the trapdoors, like the one that claimed Bella. Or did it? There was nothing remaining of the woman, no trace of her passing through at all. No sickening splatting sound and no cries of alarm as she fell. No matter what anyone had ever written in the annals of history nor fiction, there was no such thing as a bottomless pit. He shook his head. No, this will not do. Nor especially would it do that, even after shaking her head, the very stone around them continued shaking, as if his bobble continued despite the now stationary nature of his head. It was quite disconcerting. It also made the appraisal of the tiles pointless, as the mystery had been sussed out by the intellectual of their abbreviated group. All the same, something didn't set right with him.

	[color=b8860b]"Madames and Sirs, if I may?"[/color] he said, raising a finger as if he were in a making a point at a dinner party, [color=b8860b]"I am never averse to venturing into places dark and unknown, as I have regrettably proven to my and others' dismay just recently, but I should think us quite callous, yes, quite callous indeed, to simply abandon the fine lady who led us here up until this point, deceased or no. It's perilously ungentlemanly. Perhaps if we could shed some light on the situation, if only to confirm the worst, before proceeding with the remainder of our epic questworthy undertakings? Must we continue this puzzle immediately at the cost of our humanity?"[/color] He felt a bit foolish right at that moment, suggesting the proper course of action when he had just been guilty of extreme foolishness.   
	



[center][hr][hr][h1][i][b][color=bdb76b]Haring Reddish[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=darkkhaki][b]Location:[/b][/color] Benha (Elite Deck, Cabin) 
[color=bdb76b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Stealth, Investigation/Espionage [/center][hr][hr]

	Oh dear, it sounded to him like somewhere in his nigh incoherent but strangely detailed run-on sentence describing the day's events from the Clarke-Reddish Party point of view, the Corporal had given the young Starlet an insult, or disservice at least. ([i]Wait, Clarke-Reddish? Yes, Reddish-Clarke sounded like a highbrow paint hue set aside for fancy automobiles or debutante themes. Clarke-Reddish sounded much better. He might suggest the other to Josephine later for acquiring copyright, provided that both of them survived the adventure and she still wanted a thing to do with him.[/i]) The fine lady deserved an apology. And before they moved a step farther, he was going to give one appropriate to their differences in social stature, no matter what. 

	Reddish paused in his movements toward the door and swiftly turned around. He held up a finger, nonverbally requesting a moment for himself and beginning a long, arduous intake of air. Like, massive. Significantly moreso than the one required to get out the huge and continuous description of their activities, earlier. It seemed painful at first - one could almost see his brain firing with the sparks of a man about to wax with extreme and unnecessary garrulousness. After he had properly readied, a crazed smile flashed across his face for a second and he began to speak:

	[color=bdb76b]"I am quite sorry, Miss Clarke."[/color] His voice was cultured, calm, polite, [i]and subdued[/i]. [color=bdb76b]"You had mentioned this earlier; my repeating the statement has burdened you with unneeded insult. I shall make it up to you later, should you allow me the opportunity."[/color] He dutifully bowed his head in supplication of the lady's favor, again stressing, [color=bdb76b]"My sincerest apologies, madame."[/color]  

	Raising his head again, a very different Reddish opened his eyes and, with hurried confidence, peeked out of the doorway and into the space beyond. He held up his hand, waiting for his moment, before beckoning them onward. [color=bdb76b]"Quick and calm now, m'Lady, Miss Clarke. Remember, we're looking for help for the good doctor."[/color] With passable nonchalance, Reddish slyly made his way up the deck, noting the potential break points and possible movements of the staff, seamlessly circumventing the door in such a way that was just as effective (though far less dramatic) than Josephine's impressive [i]doorsplosion[/i] from earlier. Ushering the women (should they have chosen to follow at the moment) into the room, he stood ready to react to whatever threat might lurk within. 

	But the joke was on them, it seemed. The room appeared empty and untouched. Purely in order, he began to wonder whether he had gotten the right room in the first place. No, this is what the paper clearly stated... something was off. Be it the situation or the paper in the infirmary that was misleading, something was off. He carefully closed the door and spoke very quietly, his hand moving behind him as if reaching for something, [color=bdb76b]"Perhaps this requires a search - light touch, if possible."[/color] This was the elite deck. These rooms had a private lavatory. His eyes went in that direction first. 

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Character current location: [i]Boat (Unnamed Stateroom)[/i]
Characters attempted actions: [i]Arm self and surreptitiously check bathroom[/i]
Any and all skills being used: [i]Stealth, Investigation/Espionage[/i]
Why each skill is being called: [i][u]Investigation[/u] to investigate the area, [u]Stealth[/u] to do so without being detected by anyone who might be in a position to detect[/i]
Desired location of the character: [i]N/A[/i]
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