who: Margo and Luke
where: Room 5044, late evening
what: A deal.

( Anything short of a bleeding heart would do. )

To Helena Giraud

Hi. You don't know me, but I've been asked by someone named Lochlan to tell you not to visit the promenade deck. Sorry, I don't have any more details. Seemed serious, though.

To Luke Sawyer

My brother was going to get in touch with you about a room. In case he hasn't: hi, I'm Margo, I'm the one who needs your generosity. How much is it going to cost me?

To Delilah Calderone

Still writing that opus? I'm feeling chatty.

To Autumn Morrison

I may have fucked up bad.

Anyone heading out to the party, remember - if you bring anyone back and want some privacy, give me a heads up. I can sort you out.

Just ask for Luke.