Steampunk Noir

[Money]

*walks stops in mid stride to the restroom and calls in* Hey Zanthos Bowser got it *turns around and nods to bowser* I thank you sir. I can appreciate a talent such as yours. Where did you learn decifering like that?.

[Bowser]

I guess it is a good thing that we are working together, I suppose I don't see the obvious as easily as you.

So, 8 is important or a time or the time 4:47... thirteen minutes before 5:00. As for decoding messages, it's a little thing I do in my spare time, I assumed everyone did.

[Money]

*shakes head with a smile on face* Even in the army we did not do that for fun.

[Leo Luncid]

[Narrator] Joshua Bekkit continues running down corridors, past cruder automata and exposed steam pipes, finding most of the doors locked shut until he reaches a small control room where a huge steampowered difference engine is running guiding the ship over a pre-determined course towards a city, just visible over the fields at a river junction. A grey pillar of smoke rising into the sky. A large keyboard sits before the difference engine.[/Narrator]

Bekkit makes a sort of a sigh of relief as he realizes the airship is actually in auto-pilot. He's glad there was no immediate demand to attend to the controls, and yet...

He wanders around curiously in the control room, looking for some way to contact the other random guests in the previous room; a phone or something. As he strolls by he also makes note of the city near the horizon, trying to make out any details that would make it familiar to him, if he has ever seen the city at all.

[Zanthos]

*scratches his chin* Has anyone else thought of what is going to happen if this is discovered? Won't we be the prime suspects for this slaughter?

[hEarty]

*she flicks her clove out the open doorway with a practiced guesture and turns away from the window, her khol-rimmed eyes glancing around the room*

Ok, I can no longer take being in this room with these bodies. The smell is horrible.

*She snaps out her fan and begins to wave it in front of her face while carefully walking to the door to the passageway, her hips swaying seductively. She makes her way up to the front of the ship, checking each door along the way to see if any open*

[Antichrist_Online]

[Narrator] One of the doors falls open, leading to a small study lined with books and papers. A large globe turns by clockwork in the far corner. [/Narrator]

[Money]

*shakes head* I agree with hEarty. The smell in here is becomeing less then pleasent. *walks down the corridor and notices the open door then shouts* I think you should all come see this. *walks in and looks at the books and paper then turns his attention to the spinning globe* Hmm what could this be *starts to examine the globe*

[Antichrist_Online]

[Globe] The globe shows a map of the Earth, with several points marked in pencil and routes drawn between them [/Globe]

[Zanthos]

*moves among the dead crewmates, patting them down one by one to see if they have any belongings on them, then searches the captain to see if he has a set of keys.*

[Antichrist_Online]

[Captain's body] While no keys are found, you do find a snotty handkerchief. [/Captain's body]

[Narrator] The ship rocks and jars as it begins it's decent downwards [/Narrator]

[Zanthos]

*takes the snotty hankerchief to the bathroom and washes it out, then checks the crew on the ship for any valuables, including watches, wallets, or any peculiar trinkets.

[Money]

*looks at the lines and the circled aread* I bet one of these locations is where we are. *examines the circled areas and the lines*

[Money]

*shrugs and walks back into the hall way* Well nothing in their *proceedes to walk into the controle room and notes the keyboard* Hello. I came to see what you where up to. *walks to the keyboard and examines it* What are the symbols on it... Maybe we can manuly controle the ship.

[Money]

(OOC: could I get a response to examining the controle board thing please?)