[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] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	Truth being what it was, Reginald was an authority. Granted, not the authority in charge of anything [i]here[/i], but the face value of his statement was accurate. Much had changed in Egypt, politically speaking, and while the Empire still held influence here they could not enforce laws except as it came to military affairs directly involving the Crown, or contractual investments by British citizens. Still, the Lord Major had bearing from a lifetime of military service and trotting about with the nobility. And being the seniormost officer in charge of his assigned garrison, his Fellowship's endeavor did proceed with military oversight, by his authority. So all in all, as the Lord Major wrapped his brain around the assertion had just made, he did not lie. Not an ounce. But if the local constabulary were brought into it, he might very well be detained and questioned by someone he knew. That didn't count for nothing. 

	What did, in his estimation, count for nothing was the colossal amount of stasis everyone seemed to be held under, within that moment. The ordinary passage of time, perhaps slowed down or halted altogether due to factors totally outside of his control, keeping them in the same spot regardless of desired course of action. [color=b8860b]"Well come long then, we mustn't dally,"[/color] he said, turning back in the intended direction of the Fellowship's movement. [color=b8860b]"Fortune favors the bold, and so forth, you see,"[/color] he added, partly as filler and partly because he wished to change the overall topic back to the matter at hand. This latest series of distractions was proving to annoy. Quieter, and in confidence of the group, he advised, [color=b8860b]"At least one person knows we are down here. I recommend we establish a rear guard, in the event of more guests. Volunteers?"[/color]  

[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, Thief's(?) Room) 
[color=bdb76b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	Meanwhile, the Corporal was off on a grand adventure of his own, festooned in frilly attire 'round a grand table set for a ladies' afternoon tea. The frolicking gaiety of it all was something not horribly out of place in a Gilbert and Sullivan production, as he began prancing about with the others in a grand musical number:  

[i]Three little maids from school are we
Pert as a school-girl well can be
Filled to the brim with girlish glee
Three little maids from school![/i]

[i]La, la la la la, la-la; 
La, la la la la-la... [/i]

	Naturally, he couldn't sing along with the solos. Such a thing would be horribly gauche, not at all like the duty-inspired responsibility of Corporal Haring Demetrius Reddish, no sir. To compensate, he did ramp it up with the series of [i]LA[/i]s, so much so, that in fact that the first glimmers of potential consciousness from the man were peppered by him unsteadily murmuring them to the waking world. La, la la la la-laaaaaaa!


[i]Three little maids who, all unwary
Come from a ladies' seminary
Freed from its genius tutelary —

Three little maids from school!

Three little [b]maaaaaids[/b] from scho--![/i]

	The sudden awareness of reality jolted him to rapt alertness. Defying the generally accepted laws of physics, the Corporal snapped himself from the floor in the lavatory to a full and upright position, one hand holding his service revolver at the ready. Before his eyes were even completely open, the he had cocked the hammer back, ready to defend himself or those around him in the event that this was an intentional attack upon his person and not unintentionally self-inflicted. When his eyes did focus on his surroundings a quarter second later and he instinctively realized neither he nor the women in the stateroom were in immediate danger, his reflexive response as a member of the soldiery kicked in, despite himself.  

	[color=bdb76b]"Reporting for duty, Lord [b][i]MAJ[/i][/b] ...wait.[/color] Some things were becoming clearer now. Not everything, as his instincts still had him set to repel a charge upon his trench from a dead sleep, something he probably wouldn't be able to shake without years of therapy. Nevertheless, he had the forethought to safely decock and holster his sidearm before continuing. Looking down at the hand that just formerly held Josephine's watch, Reddish got a mildly alarmed look on his face and exclaimed, [color=bdb76b]"My word, Miss Clarke! I found it, but someone's off and copped your watch again! Damn the luck, if you'll forgive my language, Miss! ...and Lady!"[/color] He looked a touch embarrassed for a moment, assuring Vera, [color=bdb76b]"Apologies m'Lady, for forgetting my propers in your presence. I shall find a way to appropriately discipline myself later, in the absence of the Lord Major's wisdom on such matters. But to the immediate; the watch is missing again!"[/color] He nodded vigorously, then immediately wished he hadn't. The screaming pain from him knocking himself silly reasserted itself, prompting him to clasp a hand to the back of his head. 

	He must not have fully recovered, as he took a steadying step to the side and mentioned aloud, [color=bdb76b]"...[i]and[/i] I've ruined the bloody finale, I did! We've got to move."[/color]