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Mahendra Huq Zalil




Location: Main Deck (Open Air Lounge)
Skills:



Walking down the stairs he and Lauren had a few hours earlier ascended, Mahendra found himself once again on the main deck of the steamboat. It looked the same as he thought it had when he was half-awake around the table amongst the Fellowship, although it was considerably less people crowding the deck. That was a breath of fresh air for him, although he was not as relaxed as he'd ought to be after a good nap. The Woman he was following walked with elegance across the deck and over to the railing, to which Mahendra followed. Fate was leading him to her for some reason, it had to be!

Mahendra walked more steadily than he had earlier, making his way past people passing him as he too stood against the railing. The boat floated on the water, gently moving with every force counteracting it, making Mahendra hold the railing as to steady himself. The woman spoke, Mahendra thought to him for the lack of other people standing with her, making him look at her with her red fingernails, pale skin and dark eyes; No longer red, but yet a fine dark colour. "I would have to agree, my dear lady, perhaps second or third. Although I have to admit that there are worse places to spend your evening on. No? I mean, Egypt managed to pull me back to her beauty twice in my life now." Mahendra said casually back to the woman in his thick Bengali accent, looking up from the water passing below him and up to the open sky, to where only Gods could go.

Mahendra looked at the lady for a moment, giving her a polite smile as he tried to take the situation into mind while continuing the conversation. "May I be so bold as to ask what brings you to these parts of the world, Miss...?" As he looked away and behind him casually, all was as it was meant to be behind him. But turning back again to the railing and the woman, he noticed her posture - in a most gentlemanly way, mind you, no drooling or anything of that sort. She was holding perfectly still up against the railing, in contrast to the others that passed them as the boat moved forward on the water. How was she seemingly not affected by it? Mahendra looked quickly away from her, stroking his moustache as he swallowed a big portion of disbelief. Who was she?


Richard Barker




Location: Main Deck (Open Air Lounge)
Skills: Observation, People-reading, Deduction



"At least we can agree on something then. May I?" Richard replied to Franklin's statements of the weather and such and such, having figured that he'd get the response he got. Pointing to an empty seat beside him, Richard didn't want for a Yes or No as he sat down alongside him, placing his trusted fedora on the armrest and leaning back to enjoy his cigarette. But really, Richard was working. He was always working, like the ticking clocks of The Big City that slaved for its inhabitants to tell them the time. For him it was time to do what he was good at.

"Ah, I see. Completely understable, Franklin." Richard placed the cheap cigarette between his lips and filled his lungs with nicotine-filled smoke, looking empty into the air in front of him as if just enjoying a stroll in Central Park. Exhaling with the cigarette resting on his dry lip, The Detective looking to Franklin with a thoughtful look, though the hint of a smile visible too. "Thing is that I did ask, and in my experience when people don't like to share, it means it's pretty good stuff. You know what I mean? But you may be right, it may or not be any of my business." Richard said, watching the man's every movement in his face, wrinkles and nosehairs and all, trying to crack the mystery behind the face. Nothing came to him as he followed the man's finger towards Faye, and Richard looked back at the man. "Then again, who I'm with aren't much of your business either, Franklin. But hey, just means we're the same two mice on the sinking ship."

Richard took another good drag from his cigarette clamped like a snitch between the Feds and the Mob, placing it back between his fingers and resting that hand on the armrest, flicking off the ash accumulated on it. Keeping Frankling away from Faye, as the question about her implied, was important for Richard, so he would have to get back on track. Perhaps getting a drink too, it was getting hot again. A weird sense of déjà vu tried to kick open the door in the back of his mind, but Richard focused on his man. "As to why I'm talking to you, let's just say that journal of yours peaked my interest. In my line of work, I've learned to follow that. So where did you get it?"

Once again Richard, however tough or professional he was, failed spectacularly to notice his sleeve. It was on fire. AGAIN. Faith was a cruel mistress, wasn't she?


Alexander Polawski



Location: Quincy : Inside house (F6)
Skills: None




They had their guard-scehdule all set up, their cozy corners to sleep in and a fire crackling in the fireplace. Had it been somewhere above the Maxon-Dixon line, it could have counted as a pleasent trip to the outdoors in the cold winter. But since it was still in Florida, it was still swealtering inside. But Alexander was too tired to give a rat's ass about that, he'd slept in worse condition before. At least there weren't any charlies scouting their perimiter or boobytraps to maim yourself on in here. Alexander lay on the folded bed sheet and let his eyes wander across the room in front of him, and the people inhabiting it. Manny, Thalia, Beatrice, but not Thana. No Navy Blue, ma'am to give orders and keep them alive. As his eyes closed and all became a dark velvet over him, Alexander prayed quietly for her safe passage through the night. Only God and Thana herself could keep her alive now...

Where was Alexander travelling off to in his state of dreams, if not in the same overheated oven of a house in the Floridian panhandle? Still in Florida, further east and south as a matter of fact. Alexander was certain of this, he was too aware in his dream not to recognize the never ending Atlantic ocean to his east and the long Miami coastline to his west. South he and the passangers on his and Judith's boat had only left blood, death and misery. And walkers, lots of them. They were sailing north, searching for safe land to anchor up against, but everytime the old veteran sailed closer he knew he was in danger, each and every time. So he sailed on, again and again. Looking around his boat, once his pride and joy when he wasn't selling electronic bits and bobs, was now bloody and full of sea-sick souls that trusted their lives in his hands. Why? Sometimes he didn't even trust himself to take care of him. Too often really.

Judith was his pillar of support. He didn't miss her, because she was there. In his dream she was just as beautiful as the day he had met her outside the New England convinience store back in the 70's. Just as beautiful as the last day they had spent together, alive. In the mortal plane of the awake, Alexander 'Mugsy' snored like the old man he was, but alive.



Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper



Location: Okefenokee: B6 (Fishing Camp inside) -> F8
Skills: Scavenging, Survival




"Nice find, just be sure to be..." Nigel had begun to say back to Erika as she explained what she had found. An attic, which in those times and circumstances could provide a fine enough shelter if it had an easily available escape-route if shit hit the fan-slave. But before he had finished his sentence, Wayne had attempted to climb up the staircase. Nigel thought it looked safe enough, but the collapse and fall of the stairs - including the climbing Wayne - put a quick stop to those thoughts. For a moment there he questioned whether Wayne was alive or not after such a fall, but the subsequent words about a mother and him being okay, Nigel rose up from his short rest against the wall.

Since Erika wanted the help of Hank to continue her search, and Nigel still wasn't sure whether it was a good idea or not to approach Wayne when he was like that, the neo-roman went back to the creaking floorboards from earlier. All roads lead back to Rome they said. The floorboards were easy enough to pull out, though he'd wish he had a crowbar instead. Reverse renovation was not something he wanted to occupy himself with when it was getting dark outside, but perhaps it payed off? Once he had pulled up some, Nigel saw something hidden underneath the floor they had been walking unknowing on. A box, a tin box with a lock on it. Not food or water mind you, but it was something. If anything, his curiosity was peaked even more. Picked it up out of the hole, Nigel held it up and looked at it. Nothing special, just a normal tin box. But why hide this out of all things? "Hey, anybody good with opening locks?"


Robert Adler


Location: Chicago (Grimaldi Books)
Skills: Research



"Don't mind if I do." Robert was more than happy to inspect the ID one of the security guys had given Adelaide, walking up her and taking the card as he looked back and forth from it and the two men. Big men, probably knew how to throw a punch if they so wanted to. The card in itself didn't stick out to Robert in any way. Mostly it was because he wasn't trained in spotting fake IDs like some bouncer outside an 18+ nightclub, but from he knew it looked real enough. But there were more ways of fooling people.

It didn't take long for the Insurance Fraud man to pull up his phone and start typing in the browser. It would be wise to confirm that such a company as "Machete Security Solutions", something even Robert hadn't about before. Even before Mr. Gonzalez had finished his suggestion for what to search for, Robert had found his confirmation. There was indeed such a security company that lined up with what he was seeing with his two own eyes in the two men. But before he could interject his analysis between Adelaide and Gonzalez, the British guy - his accent a clear surprise to Robert, bursted out his enthusiasm for Adelaide's security.

When he was done, Robert gave Adelaide a look with a raised brow, handing back the ID. "It's legit, both the card and the website." He told her, walking back to the table and his cup of coffee that he wanted to enjoy. Not easy with the two machete-guys in the store. "It's Adler, by the way. Robert Adler, thanks for asking. Now would you be so kind as to answer the lady's question? What's the connection? We've got stolen ancient books to account for." Robert continued, taking a long sip from his coffee as he looked at the two men, lowering his cup as he finished himself with a "Please?"


Mahendra Huq Zalil




Location: Second Deck (Staircase) -> Main Deck
Skills: Understanding of local Eygptian superstition



The conversation Mahendra had entered continued to revolve around the status of the Empire and cricket, both of which Mahendra could relate to. He had played several games of the "Jolly good sport of the English gentleman" in his academic years in England, but never quite gotten the hang of it. The talk about the Empire was perhaps of more interest, with the talk of independence movements in several of the Crown's jewels so to speak, including the Indian subcontinent. What did Mahendra think about that, and independent India? Not probable, seen as the various peoples of India were as different as those in Europe, so an united India was unlikely. However...

That's when he caught sight of her. The woman. Dark hair and pale skin, and eyes locked onto him. But those eyes...by the gods, for a moment Mahendra swore he saw them flicker in the shade of red! Mahendra felt both uncomfortable with her sly smile aimed at him, as if inviting him to follow her, yet felt a compelling interest in what this creature was. For with all the divine happenings of the last days, he didn't put it past her to be something more than mortal. But as his mind raced to think of just who and/or what she could be, he either thought she could be everything and nothing at the same time; there were too many options to narrow down. That didn't make him feel any more comfortable though.

Giving him one last look before she descended the stairs down to the Main Deck, Mahendra unknowingly took a step after her, before stopping himself. Why follow her? But why not? His own dark brown eyes looked at the stairs leading up, knowing that Lauren and the others were up there somewhere. But at the same time, his gut told him to follow her. Not because it could mean anything good, but sometimes fate made you do things that made sense in the greater scheme of things. The Gods moved in mysterious ways, as they said. He took two steps back, twirling his fine Bengali moustache as he cotemplated waiting for the others to say who, or what he saw, but...no. In the end Mahendra excused himself from the cricket-conversation, and followed after the red-eyed lady downstairs.


Richard Barker




Location: Main Deck (Open Air Lounge)
Skills: None



Time to dust off his old private detective routine from his golden (more likely faded bronze, but hey it was an expression so just roll with it) days in New York. Richard didn't look directly at the Journal-man, instead looking around a casually and acting as normal as an American on an Egyptian steamboat going up the Nile could be when he wasn't avoiding people going past him. The unlit cigarette rolling between his sweaty fingers, Richard got the occasion look at his man. For a man that looked like he'd spent too much time under the sun, he sure didn't look like a native. Very few Arabs Richard knew had light eyes like that, which meant he probably wasn't local. But what had he done out in the scorching sun for so long, with that leathery tan and stub, and what about the journal?

The private dick made slow and steady progress towards his target, watching him put the journal away and apparently deep in thought. The bulging veins in his hands he saw too, but what that meant was beyond him. He was better at spotting people lying to his face, not so much at distance. Richard walked up to the man, cutting the introductions as he held his unlit cigarette up in front of him and asked him "Quite the tan you got there, pal. Been out too long in the sun?" Richard stood beside the man in the corner, taking off his fedora and using it as a fan to cool himself down. "The heat, you never get used to it do you?" He continued, trying to make small-talk while idly fiddling with the still unlit piece of cheap tobacco between his fingers. "Name's Richard, by the way. Nice to meet you. Sorry for bothering you, but I couldn't help but notice that journal of yours. Just wanted to say it looks mighty fine." The conversation continued, as Richard put the cigarette in his mouth and lit it. "Looks just like my girl's. May I ask where you got it from?" The detective asked, breathing in the nicotine and out again in one long puff while looking casually at the man. His gut told him it wasn't his, but in the event that the perp wouldn't talk, he was ready to put up the pressure.


Alexander Polawski



Location: Quincy : Inside house (F6)
Skills: None




"Sorry dear, but no can do." Alexander had leaned up against the wall on the northern side of the fireplace when Thalia had begun to communicate in her Boston tone, reminding him of a better life up North in a time before the Undead rose up to bite your ass. The Vet respected Thalia, hell he thought she was a good sister in arms to watch your six and trusted her with his life, but he wasn't about to do what she or Beatrice were telling him. Up against the wall and watching Thalia as she managed to make fire, to which he smiled wholly and let out a quiet chuckle of approval, he looked to both of the ladies.

"If we open a window, even if just a smidgeon, there's still the real risk of the fire giving off enough light for people to see it. If we want current, the best would be to have in this room, but we can't. Trust me, any lightsource in a dark enviroment makes you stand out like a Christmas tree in August. It kills you..." Alexander's tone was that of a concerned and stern parent who had been through the exact same thing their child was going through, but couldn't really help them except tell what not to do. The last part was more true than anything, which was why lighting cigarettes was one of the many things that put you on the Sergeant's List of Idiots. It didn't help that Thalia was still on the drug-high, which he knew from experience really screwed with your mind.

"I'll be sure to ask and apologize tomorrow, Angel. Just an old Mugsy barking, ya'know." Alexander said like his old, preferable self at the end, sliding down the wall and scoothing to the side to make himself more comfortable. Manny had a good head on his shoulder suggesting they should take shifts, which Beatrice offered to take first alongside Manny's shotgun. "Thanks Bea, but don't hesitate to wake me up if you need some shut-eye. It's been a long couple of days, and you need to rest too before the morning if and when we're pulling out of here." His offer came at the same time as he fiddled around in his storage and pulled out the bed sheet, folding it to work as a pillow. He'd slept in worse places and situations than that, honestly.



Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper



Location: Okefenokee: B4 (Fishing Camp inside) -> B6
Skills: Scouting, Sword Fighting, Close quarter combat




They were make progress. They weren't dying of thrist, hunger, heatstroke or hypothermia, infections or being mauled to death by the walkers, neither then nor in the foreseeable future, to which Nigel would count as a semi-successful part of his campaign to not-dying. They had found supplies and shelter, and hopefully that would be enough for them to weather the night as best they could. But before sleeping could be put on the table as an option, the building still needed to be confirmed Undead-free. While Wayne closed the door behind him, Nigel the Roman went on clearing-duty.

Nigel "Hadrian" slowly went for the door infront of him, opening it slowly with his left hand while he held his sword ready with the right, ready to defend himself from the unleashed claws of a walker. But the room he entered was clear, dark but clear. He couldn't really hope for anything more than that, and so he just as slowly returned to the main room with the others, of which Erika was jumping up and down for...something. Keeping warm was logically not what she was trying to do, so what? He wouldn't notice the string as he took that oppurtunity to mimick Wayne. Not the talking-to-yourself part, but the other. First the backpacks and satchels came off, left leaning up against the wall. Then his chainmail was taken off in a practiced and well-known method to Nigel Sporticus "Hadrian", and then the leather greaves and vambraces. The sweet touch of "fresh" air against his sweaty skin was worth a dozen sacrifices to Jupiter. "Is there anything up there, Erika?"


Robert Adler


Location: Chicago (Grimaldi Books)
Skills: People-Reading



If Robert was able to take anything from the conversation the others were having in the book store, was that Adelaine wasn't taking shit from nobody. Not even from two buff guys with private-security credentials, apparently, who were asking about the death of her ex-husband. Robert hadn't known about that, or in the paper-equivelant of the Tower of Babel he hadn't thought about it, but that some serious business if it were true. And why were they asking her about it?

Robert couldn't but look at the two men confused at what they were, or the one Hispanic guy was suggesting. Connected murders, a string of them? Robert wondered if the two were lying or up to no good asking questions like that, especially since they were private security and neither cops or private detectives. Robert gave them both a good look, looking for the tell-tale signs of someone lying or obscuring the truth. He'd seen it many times before, but the more he looked at them, the less he got from his lackluster examination. So instead he started sipping his hot cup of coffee while he looked back and forth Adelaide and Caeser. "Excuse me if I'm interrupting you two, but should I leave and continue my own missing-book-investigation somewhere else? It sounds like this is something I really shouldn't be part of."


Mahendra Huq Zalil




Location: Second Deck (Personal Cabin) -> Second Deck (Staircase)
Skills: Social Cameleon



The meal that the steward had brought him had been an enjoyement to eat. Really, it had filled a spot in him that he didn't think was that deep. The burning sensation that still clung to his stomach was perhaps partly to blame for it, but the pain was by now bareable thanks to a good rest and a healty meal like that. Mahendra was satisfied at least, and neatly placed the plate on a vacant tablespot for a maid or someone else to take it later. He himself was going to freshen himself up after his bed rest, his hair and moustache sticking out in odd angles and shapes while he did smell a bit iffy himself.

One fresh scoop of water in his face, hair and certain other bodily parts later, Mahendra stepped out of his quarters which had served him so well and started walking towards the area around the stairs. As he walked, he noticed the sound of entertainment in the background of the more audible conversations going on around. Most of the passengers took little interest in the musicians and whatenot, and focused more on talking amongst themselves and gambling. Gambling, a concept Mahendra had born witness to in England during his stay there, but never really gotten a good understanding off. He was no stranger to taking risks to earn a quick buck, he was a trader's son after all. But to such an extent that people were willing to throw away their hard-earned money?

Mahendra didn't say or project any of those thoughts outwards to the people around him however, and instead tried to casually slip into a conversation a small group of gentlemen were having around the stairs. He had a good idea that Lauren would be checking up on him sooner or later, and that probably meant she would pass those stairs. So he would wait for his kind and caring lady-friend there, while he joined in on a conversation about the intricate prospects of the future of cricket and the British Empire. The cricket was the main subject, however.


Richard Barker




Location: Main Deck (Open Air Lounge)
Location: Observation, People-reading



Richard waited for Faye to join him on the Main Deck as he poked his nosy eyes around the deck, watching the varying group of people congregating there. It was like a subway going straight through the various ethnic quarters of New York, but with more Little Italy and Egypt, Greenpoint and Lapskaus Boulevard, and less Harlam and Chinatown. There weren't really anything sticking out to him as the deck was so varied from the beginning, but as he felt Faye join him, he saw something that caught his interest. A light-eyed man standing in the corner of the open air lounge, holding what looked like a journal. A journal that really didn't look like belonged in his hands. It was too femine for him, and in that time and age that meant two things; either he had taken it from someone else, or he was going down the other lane so to say.

Richard's instincts placed his bet on the first horse in this case.

"Do that, just be careful. I'll check out our friend with the journal." Richard said back to Faye as she went for the lone-cop routine, pulling out his pack of cigarettes and starting to fiddle with one without lighting it. "Call out if it gets hairy. Watch yourself, Faye." With that, Richard began calmly walking in the general direction of the Lady-Journal Man, hoping to get closer to him. Observe first, then go in.


Alexander Polawski



Location: Quincy : Inside house (D10 -> F6)
Skills: None




It was sounding like they had a plan. Now they had two people who possibly could donate blood to Captain Sky-high, and Manny seemed to think that they'd be better off doing the blood transfusion tomorrow instead of that same night, instead getting some much needed and duly deserved rest. Alexander could get behind that plan, he was tired too. They all were, and sweating like just-deployed soldiers under fire for the first time. "We can't do much in the dark anyway like you say, so it's up to you Manny. Who do you think is best for the transfusion? Bea or me?" Alexander asked Manny, letting the doctor decide. He himself was more than willing to donate, but he knew from experience to listen to what the medic told you, less you wanted to die.

Then Thalia chimmed in with a plan for getting light and air-circulation, when Mugsy had failed on the first part. Alexander thought it sounded workable at first, starting to limp over to where Thalia's bag where and pulling it clumsly to the fireplace. "Mind helping our girls, Manny?" He'd do it himself, but having two legs was by those days a standard for helping others with two feet. But the plan that Thalia had given suddenly left a sour taste in his mouth once he reached the fireplace. It had been too dark to see, but standing closer he thought of something else. "Wait...don't break the window." he suddenly warned the others. "I feel breaking a window is a bad idea, and we don't need it. Look." He continued, dropping Thalia's bag and reaching up to something above the fireplace. "We can vent the room with this. It's better this way."



Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper



Location: Okefenokee: E3 (outside) -> B4 (Fishing Camp inside)
Skills: Scouting, Sword Fighting, Close quarter combat




Nigel looked at Erika behind her back with a look of "Well excuse me, Princess." after she stated it was of course clear. If he wasn't taking precautions and checking where they were going, even if they had already been there, then he felt they were still walking in blind. There was always the chance that another horde of undead had wandered into her 'cleared' area. But Nigel "Hadrian" didn't push the issue as the group made their way into the camp with Wayne's homemade torch. He was tired, sweaty and in need of a good night's sleep, and as a teacher he knew when to pick his battles. This wasn't one of them, not now.

Wayne on the other hand decided that he was having the equivalent of a 3rd Punic War with the door, and forced his way in like a war elephant. Loud as one too. But when he announced it was clear, Nigel went in after Erika to follow-up with the clearing. Erika quickly found medical packs that they certainly could have a use for. "That's great. Let's keep looking and making sure we have the building for ourselves." Nigel said back to her, though not before he too heard the creaking floorboard. He too kneeled down and started to pull up the board, which in turn revealed a stash of canned foods and water bottles. "Fortuna est impar ac pauci, it would seem. Now we just need to secure this place for the night, and we're all set. It was good we stumbled upon you then, Erika."


Robert Adler


Location: Chicago (Grimaldi Books)
Skills: Research, Law



Robert had been working with these kinds of cases before for a very long time. According to himself it had been for far too long, but whether he liked it or not he had seen a lot of what that line of work had to offer. Which in itself didn't mean helicopter chases, snooping backstage the next reunion of Genesis or anything like that. No, he had just investigated cases in many different shades of grey. Be either car-insurance, life-insurenace or just insurance for that one Ming-vase that really was made in Taiwan, they all had the same motives and all that jazz; either they were after they were after the money, or their loss was geniune. His employer was of the latter, but that's where the similarities stopped.

First of she was his landlord, and second he was working against the insurance companies. But it still involved paperwork. Loads of it.

The papers and photograps strewn on the small table in the antique book store were of all types and contents, though not unknown to him. Proofs of ownership, reciepts and purchases, papers probably written in ink twice his age and much more. The photograps of the supposed book, followed by the passionate and angry spouting in what had to be Italian drove several nails into the proverbial coffin of one of his theories, for now at least. The book that the insurance companies were getting their pencil-pushers excited for, had really been stolen. Now he just had to prove it.

"No it's fine. Having shouting in the background really makes the little grey ones work." Robert said back to Adelaide after she apologized for her rant with the Vatican, not looking up at her as he continued to read through a bundle of paper concerning several other purchases she had made earlier. They looked legit too, so he put them down as she came over. He wasn't being sarcastic in annoyance or anger, he just was like that. And it was monday. "Coffee? Yeah, that would be good. Thanks Adelaide." He shot her a brief smile as he looked up at her, before looking back at the table and the papers. "I'm not done yet, but these all look good. The companies won't get much on their case from these..."

Robert was interrupted by the door opening. Since this was the type of shop you don't pop in just before the Hawks vs. Red Wings game started for a quick bag of chips, he instintively looked up from the paperwork and at the door. Two large, tough-looking guys walked in asking Adelaide about murders and if they could talk. Robert wasn't sure what to take from scene, except that it was odd. Perhaps a bit intimidating even? He wouldn't leave her just yet though, who knew what was going to happen.


Mahendra Huq Zalil




Location: Second Deck (Personal Cabin)
Skills: N/A



"Uh...hello?" Mahendra stirred in his bed as he woke up from his slumber, however long it may have lasted. It could have been hours, days even. It certainly felt like that as he slowly forced his eyes open with what little strenght he could muster in his waking moments. Why had he awoken from his dream about...he couldn't even remember now that he had woken up, but he did hear the sound of knocking on his door. "Please give me a moment, Sir or Madam." Mahendra called out to whoever was standing outside his door. He pushed himself up from the bed, revealing a small, wet spot on his pillow from where he had drooled in his sleep. Though he couldn't remember falling asleep in that direction?

Mahendra got his wits about him slowly but surely, and walked to the door of his cabin and opening it. Outside stood a man, a steward most likely, asking if he was Mr. Zalil. Mahendra groggily confirmed the steward's question, and only then noticed the neatly packed plate of food he was holding. "Ah yes, that is very kind of you Sir. I was told that my aquantiances would reserve some for me, thank you." Mahendra thanked the steward and accepted the plate, stepping back into his cabin and closing the door. As soon as he unwrapped his meal he could physically feel his stomach shake and rumble. Mahendra hadn't eaten for a long time, and he was famished. It was nothing too fancy, the typical variant of Egyptian meals that he as an Indian and Hindu was allowed to enjoy. He smiled as he sat down on his bed, thankful for the little effort from his companions that made him feel happy. Happy and hungry. He should go out and find them later on to thank them. But first, dinner.


Richard Barker




Location: Lower Deck (Dining Area) -> Main Deck (Open Air Lounge)
Location: None



Richard narrowed his eyes as he looked at Faye telling him he should have looked after himself, being the great detective and all. Was she trying to crack jokes, or was she throwing that same type of venom back at him that he'd thrown at her? Perhaps both, but she did have a point, which in itself annoyed him and made him look less annoyed at her; he should have seen it himself. For Christ sake, how does one not notice that your sleeve is on fire? Perhaps he wasn't as great a detective as he thought. That would explain why he still hadn't found her...

"Sure kid, sure. Perhaps I should stop smoking after all?" Richard said in passing, taking one last look at the crowd down below deck. Sure there were American in Egypt, that wasn't really strange. The whole craze about mummies and pyramids was big in America, like everywhere else. Perhaps they would poke their noses around fellow Yanks later. But for now, as Faye laughed at her own joke that Richard would rather not be the punch-line of, Richard walked to the stairs, pulled out his ticket without searching for it for too long and showed it, before ascending up to the Main Deck. "So how do ya want to do this, Faye? Do the talking together or apart? In case you get sick of the smoke signals or whatever."
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