| It has begun |
[02 May 2009|01:09pm] |
Who: Cath, Closed
Where: Main Deck
When: Morning
Cath had seen more people being reported as missing on the journal thing. He'd noticed that everything in their room, the library and well, everywhere on the ship had been restored. And security seemed to be non-existent. No word from the crew at all.
It was time to do some snooping about.
( Those bits belong on the inside of a body.. )
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| Strange Bedfellows |
[02 May 2009|05:19pm] |
Who: Cath and Sean
Where: Homer's Study
When: Mid morning
Cath's cheek smarted from where Mae had struck him when he revealed his intentions to approach the FBI agent. It was already a nasty shade of blueish-purple. After all, he had taught to her hit properly. Her reaction had been better and worse than he expected. She was right cross, but keeping it to herself. Which could be bad, especially if his gamble didn't pay off.
He was only planning on answering what questions the man offered and then, on his terms. For the first time in his adult life, he was absolutely innocent of any wrongdoing. That helped immensely for what he was about to do.
Cath'd made a pot of coffee, (which wasn't nearly as good as the stuff Mae had been bringing him) and had it settled on his desk with a couple of cups. No reason to be inhospitable. The handkerchief was laying on the middle of his newly restored desktop, opened to show the bloody tooth bits.
He couldn't believe he was doing this, but in a way, perhaps it was part of his penance for a life of destruction and mistrust. No matter how it went, he'd tried at least. And that was what he'd promised God he'd do.
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| Meeting of the Think Tank |
[02 May 2009|11:30pm] |
Who: Alexander, Cath, Emily, Father Peter, Gregory, Jerome, Kevin, Leto, Sean
What: Brainstorming session
When: approx 11 AM
Where: I deck, room 1053
Sean had cone to collect Kevin, first, then Leto. They were the only two he know the locations of. The rest would have to show up as they could. Knowing that this was a meeting to discuss and plan, he'd gotten a stack of tablets with the ship's stationary theme at the top, and pens, in case anyone wanted to take notes besides himself.
Sean pointed to the suite's minibar. "If you feel the need for a drink, the minibar's stocked. I don't think anyone on board will be getting any bills at this point."
The furniture in this suite looked antique,the walls looked like pinkish marble, with a boarder that seemed to be telling some greek fable. There was even a chandelier. There were four wooden chairs added to the room, two from the outside balcony.
Everything was set, all they needed was the people.
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