In The Night
In The Night
Summary: Ships passing…
Date: PH 105 (01 August 2009)
Related Logs: Happens immediately after: Magic Word.
Players:
Salazar..Willem..

CEC Kharon, Deck 2, Fore, Hallway
IC Time: Post Holocaust Day #105
OOC Time: Sat Aug 01 21:45:22 2009


The hallways of the CEC Kharon are a nondescript battleship grey, functional and plain. Dull white lighting is inset into each archway and runs along the ceiling in recessed holds, illuminating the steel painted interior, and the occasional oxygen scrubber along the walls. Storage crates, in a matching dark grey scheme, are located here and there along these corridors, containing items of use for various nearby departments.


Apparently making his way amidships is one Lt.(doofus grade) Willem Price. A clipboard and a notebook are jammed 'neath the arm of his flightsuit as he makes his way across the cold metal of the ship's deck. He's heading towards the ship's Fore. His expression is neutral and drawn as he makes his way through Marine Country.

Salazar steps out of the brig, pulls the hatch closed behind her, and turns to head aft. She approaches Willem, and her eyes pass over the redheaded pilot. "Lieutenant." Her greeting is simple, concise.

Wil's brows knit. While doubtless he would remember Salazar from the Night of Terror where the Red Squadron Berthings were found to harbor all manner of horrors(and explosives, too) the sweats don't harbor a specific rank and he searches for it, visibly. "Evening." He finally returns, just as concise, and polite, for that matter. A coppery brow raises in an arch.

Her rank pins wouldn't be down there. Eyes up, Willem! "That it is." Her dark eyes track him as she approaches, even as she draws close enough to pass him.

Wil's still walking, albeit in a guarded manner, his shoulders rolling back a bit as he continues on down. He's not altering his course in any way, really. And yes, his eyes are up. "Prisoners doing well?" Considering visits in there are logged and screened, and he was chatting with -both- Leda and Cavalera, he would know.

"No one's decided to hang themselves with a shoelace as yet." Salazar's reply is light. "If I had to lay odds, I'd say the fairy will go first." She continues on her course to pass the redheaded pilot. "Have a good one Lieutenant."

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