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Posted: **Fri Jul 05, 2013 5:21 am**

Lounge Car, Paris, 19:00

Larry Clinton and His Orchestra with Bea Wain - Deep Purple

The lounge car is decorated in the Art Nouveau style with many a decorative flourish, particularly on the rich mahogany ceiling panels. Fresh flowers adorn the tables, at the moment blue orchids, with beautiful lamps adorning the window sills. Each table holds two very wide, oh so comfortable, arm chairs made with a blue-grey upholstery. The chairs are so large that they limit the number of people who can fit around the tables and therefore within the Lounge Car itself but on the plus side the chairs are perfectly comfortable and would be perfect for a quick snooze. It’s a perfect place to read by day, enjoy cocktails before dinner and a nightcap after dinner though the Bar Car works for a more active form of drinking. There is no smoking allowed in the Lounge Car. That is the province of the Bar Car. Occasionally a staff member may pass through this car to see if there is a need for any drinks, mostly coffee or tea, or anything else to keep people comfortable. Some people take their breakfast in this room rather than in their compartments or prefer to take a snack or light meal in this car. The teak wall panelling, inlaid with rosewood, are suffused with the scents and memories of bygone days. The carved scrolls, cornices, and scallops at the friezes and borders, are adorned with gilded metal flowers and that reach up but never reach the arched ceilings.

Posted: **Thu Aug 15, 2013 2:45 pm**

Charles enters the Lounge Car and takes a look around. The space is excellently appointed and he moves for one of the plush chairs, choosing one at a table with a window and below one of the fine lamps. He takes a moment to smell one of the blue orchids filling a vase on his table and then opens his book, a worn copy of Jean-Jacques Rousseau's On The Social Contract, and begins to read. If a waiter/attendant is on hand, he politely requests a bottle of wine to be brought to him from the bar car. He stipulates the appellation would, ideally, be a St. Saint-Émilion from Château Ausone.

Posted: **Fri Aug 16, 2013 5:29 am**

Lounge Car, Paris, 19:14

Larry Clinton and His Orchestra with Bea Wain - Deep Purple

The lounge car is decorated in the Art Nouveau style with many a decorative flourish, particularly on the rich mahogany ceiling panels. Fresh flowers adorn the tables, at the moment blue orchids, with beautiful lamps adorning the window sills. Each table holds two very wide, oh so comfortable, arm chairs made with a blue-grey upholstery. The chairs are so large that they limit the number of people who can fit around the tables and therefore within the Lounge Car itself but on the plus side the chairs are perfectly comfortable and would be perfect for a quick snooze. It’s a perfect place to read by day, enjoy cocktails before dinner and a nightcap after dinner though the Bar Car works for a more active form of drinking. There is no smoking allowed in the Lounge Car. That is the province of the Bar Car. Occasionally a staff member may pass through this car to see if there is a need for any drinks, mostly coffee or tea, or anything else to keep people comfortable. Some people take their breakfast in this room rather than in their compartments or prefer to take a snack or light meal in this car. The teak wall panelling, inlaid with rosewood, are suffused with the scents and memories of bygone days. The carved scrolls, cornices, and scallops at the friezes and borders, are adorned with gilded metal flowers and that reach up but never reach the arched ceilings.

Charles is currently the only occupant but that is bound not last very long. While the Lounge Car doesn't have its own attendant, there is a fellow in uniform who walks past at one point who takes the order and the bartender from the Bar Car appears a few moments later with the requested drink even as the Orient Express begins to move out of the station and out into the darkened world of Paris beyond. Charles' observational skills notice nothing out of the ordinary thus far.

Posted: **Fri Aug 16, 2013 10:24 pm**

Some minutes after the train has departed the station, Wolfgang enters the Lounge Wagon.

Wolfgang Ritter is a neatly dressed middle aged gentleman. He wears dark green tweeds with leather elbow patches and decent shoes. There's a red, star-like badge pinned to his lapel.

He has medium length blond hair and rugged, sun worn features. He moves and talks with the casual self-confidence of someone who has seen much of the world and who has great confidence in his abilities.
Although Wolfgang is quick to smile and befriend people, he never completely loses his reserve.

He gives the other occupant of the wagon a friendly smile and takes a seat on the opposite side of the aisle. He puts a well-worn copy of Goethe's Faust on the armrest and pulls out a notepad and a pencil. After flicking through the book a few minutes, he takes some notes and looks around pensively.

He looks appreciatively at the title of Charles's book and tries some French:

Posted: **Sun Aug 18, 2013 4:23 am**

Elena enters the lounge car and looks around, her newspaper folded and tucked under her arm.

Posted: **Sun Aug 18, 2013 10:10 pm**

Wolfganglooks up at Elena for a moment and gives her a friendly smile. He briefly inspects the title of her newspaper before going back to his notes/conversation with Charles.

Posted: **Mon Aug 19, 2013 4:38 am**

Elena returns the man's smile. The newspaper she carries is a copy of L'Humanité, in French. She says something to him and his companion in French.

Posted: **Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:39 am**

Wolfgang Ritter is a neatly dressed middle aged gentleman. He wears dark green tweeds with leather elbow patches and decent shoes. There's a red, star-like badge pinned to his lapel.
He has medium length blond hair and rugged, sun worn features. He moves and talks with the casual self-confidence of someone who has seen much of the world and who has great confidence in his abilities.
Although Wolfgang is quick to smile and befriend people, he never completely loses his reserve.

Wolfgang missed most of what Elena said, but he nods again with a noticeable friendlier smile as he sees what paper she is reading.
He motions to the empty seat opposite him and tries in his best French:

Posted: **Mon Aug 19, 2013 2:47 pm**

Wolfgang's broken French brings a smile to Charles' face. Hearing the germanic accent in the man's french, he wonders if perhaps the man is from Alsace and so attempts to respond in German.

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Charles chuckles slightly at the communication struggles and tries to find some middle ground. In English he says: "Our German and French are not quite up to snuff, perhaps you speak English?"

To Elena, he nods and wishes her a pleasant evening in French.

OOC - how does one put a title/label on a spoiler button to avoid having hidden text bleed through onto the button? cheers.

Posted: **Mon Aug 19, 2013 5:00 pm**

Wolfgang laughs and shakes his head.
He holds up Faust and says in slow and clear, though somewhat academic German:

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Posted: **Mon Aug 19, 2013 5:28 pm**

Charles laughs again and tries to practice his German.
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Posted: **Mon Aug 19, 2013 7:07 pm**

Wolfgangseems to have taken a liking to his polyglot compagnon du route and delights in the conversation.
He notes down the page he was on and puts down the book, neatly closing the notepad and tucking away his pencil.
When someone from the staff passes by, he asks for something anise-based, like pernod.
His eyes seem to twinkle with curiosity at the suggested espionage.

Posted: **Mon Aug 19, 2013 9:23 pm**

Charles pours himself a glass of wine from his bottle and takes a sip.
Charles smiles and takes takes a business card out of his jacket pocket and hands it to Wolfgang. In french and english, the card clearly reads: Charles Belanger, Vice-President of Emerging Markets, Beaufort and Latour Industries.

Posted: **Mon Aug 19, 2013 10:17 pm**

Wolfgang takes Charles' card, inspects it, and then tucks it into his notebook.

Posted: **Tue Aug 20, 2013 5:27 am**

Elena's smile widens as she sits down in the offered seat. She is tall and slender, with black hair descending to her shoulders, and rather pretty. She wears a stylish black dress, with a lightweight blue overcoat. She has a black fur-lined hat on her head, and her hands are covered by white gloves. Slung over her right arm is a large black handbag, and tucked under her left is the newspaper.

"Thank you, Comrade," she says in English. "My name is Elena Orloff, and I'm always pleased to meet fellow travelers."

Posted: **Tue Aug 20, 2013 6:09 am**

Wolfgang didn't fail to notice the stylish woman's beauty and he appreciated the way she sat down, his smile widened as he found he'd correctly assessed her ethnicity.

Charmed acquaintance of travelling fellows, Elena Orloff, surely when they are as charming as you.

He tries to guide her into the conversation the two men were having.

"Are you travelled to Istanbul also?"

Posted: **Tue Aug 20, 2013 7:51 am**

The train car is warm and comfortable as they move out across the Parisian cityscape, glimpses of brightly lit streets and passing buildings visible through windows whose blinds have been drawn partially up. At present there is no one in the car but for the trio. Everyone else must still be putting their things away or getting comfortable in their compartments. Soon there is likely to be a rush of people eager to meet and greet but for now there is a gentle quiet.

Posted: **Wed Aug 21, 2013 2:45 am**

Johnny definitely stuck out like a sore thumb the chime of his spurs announcing his arrival before most could spot the cowboy hat which the the chagrin of most "proper people" he was still wearing. He gave a nod to the three people in the lounge and looked for a seat near the only person he sort of knew on the train. "Yall don't mind me sittin here do yall?" he asked as he smiled at the trio.

Posted: **Wed Aug 21, 2013 5:13 am**

"I certainly don't mind if you join us," says Elena. "Yes, I'm going all the way to Istanbul," she replies to Wolfgang. "So, what did you do in Spain? I've been there before myself. It's a beautiful country. It's just a terrible shame what's happened to it."

Posted: **Wed Aug 21, 2013 7:40 am**

Wolfgang pulls in his legs so Johnny can pass, offering him a heavily accented "Wilkome" as he does so. He takes his notebook and Faust and tucks it under his seat, so there's more room. After taking a sip from his pernod, he looks at Elena and speaks with a sad tone to his voice.

"Ve try stop what happen but did not realise."

He sadly shakes his head and his hand goes to the badge on his lapel, which he strokes affectionately.

"I vere in ze 15th brigade. At Segovia after zey blew ze bridge."

A tone of anger creeps in his voice and you notice his right hand is squeezing the upholstery of his seat rather vigorously.
"If Franco vas victorious, it vas not because of no fire in ze heart's of his opp..opno...", he swallows and takes a breath of air. "of his Feinde."

He leans back into his couch and shakes his head again.

"Sorry, not vant lose comp..cop..calm."

Posted: **Thu Aug 22, 2013 4:53 am**

"It's all right," says Elena in a soothing tone. "I know you fought bravely and did all you could."

Posted: **Thu Aug 22, 2013 10:45 am**

Wolfgang looks Elena deep in the eyes and with a sad smile on his lips he says:

"But it vas not enough. Ve zought if ve von, ...", he struggles with the words for a moment, "Ze ghost of ze Revolution vould cover Europe, but now zat of ze Fascists vill."

He lets out a pained sigh, you can almost see him thinking about the lives lost in the Spanish War, and then he adds:

"But many zank you for kind vurds."

Posted: **Fri Aug 23, 2013 3:50 am**

"You're welcome," says Elena, "but do not give up hope. The fight is not over; it is just getting underway. The Fascists will lose in the end. It is a historical inevitability."

Posted: **Fri Aug 23, 2013 11:05 am**

Lounge Car, Paris, 19:00

Larry Clinton and His Orchestra with Bea Wain - Deep Purple

The lounge car is decorated in the Art Nouveau style with many a decorative flourish, particularly on the rich mahogany ceiling panels. Fresh flowers adorn the tables, at the moment blue orchids, with beautiful lamps adorning the window sills. Each table holds two very wide, oh so comfortable, arm chairs made with a blue-grey upholstery. The chairs are so large that they limit the number of people who can fit around the tables and therefore within the Lounge Car itself but on the plus side the chairs are perfectly comfortable and would be perfect for a quick snooze. It’s a perfect place to read by day, enjoy cocktails before dinner and a nightcap after dinner though the Bar Car works for a more active form of drinking. There is no smoking allowed in the Lounge Car. That is the province of the Bar Car. Occasionally a staff member may pass through this car to see if there is a need for any drinks, mostly coffee or tea, or anything else to keep people comfortable. Some people take their breakfast in this room rather than in their compartments or prefer to take a snack or light meal in this car. The teak wall panelling, inlaid with rosewood, are suffused with the scents and memories of bygone days. The carved scrolls, cornices, and scallops at the friezes and borders, are adorned with gilded metal flowers and that reach up but never reach the arched ceilings.

The Train Manager walks over to the four passengers sitting on either side of the aisle and doffs his hat. "Excuse me Monsieurs, Mademoselles, the Dining Car is now open for the first service. In consideration of our more intimate number of guests we are delighted to offer you the opportunity to enjoy either first or second service, depending upon whether you would prefer to dine now or at eight thirty."

An Arabic gentleman enters the Lounge Car and continues on his way through to the Dining Car.

Posted: **Fri Aug 23, 2013 3:17 pm**

Charles puts down his book and corks his bottle of wine. He stands up from his chair and buttons his jacket and straightens his tie. Pausing, with his hand on the neck of the bottle, he speaks to his newly met companions. In his perfect English he says: "I am famished and believe I will see what is on offer in the dining car. Perhaps we might consider this conversation later in the evening? Perhaps cocktails in the bar car?"

With that, Charles exits to the dining car with his Rousseau tucked under his arm and the bottle of wine in his hand. To the American, Charles offers a slight nod in greetings as he passes.

Posted: **Fri Aug 23, 2013 4:04 pm**

Wolfgang agrees to the cocktail invitation for later on and nods a farewell in Charles's direction. He then turns to his two remaining fellow passengers.

"Many apolowgies, I have soured ze conversation. Please, if you vant eating, do not mind me, I have not ze appetite for ze hungry, right now."

Posted: **Sun Aug 25, 2013 5:03 am**

"It was my fault for bringing up the subject," says Elena. "I would like to eat now, but I hope we can talk again later. It was nice to meet you." She rises and heads for the Dining Car.

Posted: **Sun Aug 25, 2013 9:40 am**

"It iz my fondest vish."

Wolfgang gives Elena a kind smile as she leaves and can't help but let his eyes linger for a moment.

He then turns to look at the cowboy and says, with an almost equally cordial smile:

"And you, I zinking you are Americaner, no?"

Posted: **Sun Aug 25, 2013 5:32 pm**

Johnny nodded and replied "I'm a born an raised Texican." The realizing that not even every body in America recognized that statement he added "Yes i'm an American. C'mon lets find us some viddles." With that Johnny started making his way towards the dining car as he passed the Train Manager he asked "Think yall can tell me who's in the private car? Movie star?"

Posted: **Sun Aug 25, 2013 9:19 pm**

Although Wolfgang had the hardest time making out the man's words, he thought he could interpret their meaning just right. Inspired by the Texan's easy-going ways, he got up from his chair and picked up his book and notepad and followed the big cowboy.

"Ah, vy not, maybe just ze liddle nibbling, nein?"

Posted: **Mon Aug 26, 2013 12:05 am**

"I'm sorry, Monsieur, she has requested privacy for now but I am sure you will have the opportunity to meet her soon," said the Train Manager, doffing his cap as he passed them.

Posted: **Mon Aug 26, 2013 3:18 am**

"I'm glad you are able to join us after all," says Elena, looking back. "Perhaps we can all continue to sit together." She leads the way into the Dining Car.

Posted: **Fri Aug 30, 2013 4:59 am**

Lounge Car, Paris, 19:45

Larry Clinton and His Orchestra with Bea Wain - Deep Purple

The lounge car is decorated in the Art Nouveau style with many a decorative flourish, particularly on the rich mahogany ceiling panels. Fresh flowers adorn the tables, at the moment blue orchids, with beautiful lamps adorning the window sills. Each table holds two very wide, oh so comfortable, arm chairs made with a blue-grey upholstery. The chairs are so large that they limit the number of people who can fit around the tables and therefore within the Lounge Car itself but on the plus side the chairs are perfectly comfortable and would be perfect for a quick snooze. It’s a perfect place to read by day, enjoy cocktails before dinner and a nightcap after dinner though the Bar Car works for a more active form of drinking. There is no smoking allowed in the Lounge Car. That is the province of the Bar Car. Occasionally a staff member may pass through this car to see if there is a need for any drinks, mostly coffee or tea, or anything else to keep people comfortable. Some people take their breakfast in this room rather than in their compartments or prefer to take a snack or light meal in this car. The teak wall panelling, inlaid with rosewood, are suffused with the scents and memories of bygone days. The carved scrolls, cornices, and scallops at the friezes and borders, are adorned with gilded metal flowers and that reach up but never reach the arched ceilings.

No one is currently in the Lounge Car.

Posted: **Mon Sep 02, 2013 3:51 pm**

Dominic made his way into the Lounge Car, which was deserted for the most part, save those staff members that may pass through while on duty. He gazed at the comfort afforded the guests in this car and made a mental note to come back to this one to read, and have his morning meals, and possibly tea before bed time. The car was clean, inviting, and had no stench of tobacco, but was filled with the scents of fine hardwoods and flowers, all canvassed with an arched ceiling of masterwork quality. He remarked to himself as he strolled past the comfortable looking seating, of how fine the rectory would be if such adornment were allowed, but if one were to remain humble, one would not have such luxuries. leaving this car and onto the next he continued his slow walk. He felt thirsty and a bit hungry now. He hoped that the Dinning car would be just as inviting or at least better than that corridor...

Posted: **Fri Sep 06, 2013 2:07 am**

Lounge Car, Paris, 20:00

Larry Clinton and His Orchestra with Bea Wain - Deep Purple

The lounge car is decorated in the Art Nouveau style with many a decorative flourish, particularly on the rich mahogany ceiling panels. Fresh flowers adorn the tables, at the moment blue orchids, with beautiful lamps adorning the window sills. Each table holds two very wide, oh so comfortable, arm chairs made with a blue-grey upholstery. The chairs are so large that they limit the number of people who can fit around the tables and therefore within the Lounge Car itself but on the plus side the chairs are perfectly comfortable and would be perfect for a quick snooze. It’s a perfect place to read by day, enjoy cocktails before dinner and a nightcap after dinner though the Bar Car works for a more active form of drinking. There is no smoking allowed in the Lounge Car. That is the province of the Bar Car. Occasionally a staff member may pass through this car to see if there is a need for any drinks, mostly coffee or tea, or anything else to keep people comfortable. Some people take their breakfast in this room rather than in their compartments or prefer to take a snack or light meal in this car. The teak wall panelling, inlaid with rosewood, are suffused with the scents and memories of bygone days. The carved scrolls, cornices, and scallops at the friezes and borders, are adorned with gilded metal flowers and that reach up but never reach the arched ceilings.

There is a middle-aged man and young woman sitting in the Lounge Car. The man quietly reads the New York Times while the woman fills in a crossword puzzle.

Posted: **Fri Sep 06, 2013 5:39 am**

Fernand enters the car and finds a place to read his German news paper.

Posted: **Fri Sep 06, 2013 9:27 am**

"Oh look, I wonder if that fainting lady delayed him and prevented him from enjoying the First Dinner Service just as your preparations delayed us too long to attend it," said the man with an American accent, flicking his newspaper crossly. The light off the overhead lights glints off his wedding ring.

She gazes up at him. "I am very sorry about that, George."

"Hmm." He flicks the edge of his newspaper once more. "Well, Nora, you know what I always say about apologies."

"It is best to be correct than to be sorry." She gives him a sad look. "I really didn't mean to spoil our first night aboard this train. Oh George, I was hoping for us to have such a splendid time. I'm sure the Second Service will be really quite spiffing. There's bound to be all sorts of people...."

"Most people appear to already be in the Dining Car," said George. "I shouldn't be surprised if we'll be the only people enjoying the Second Service. And such a lost opportunity to really get to know people! By the time they wander out they will already have found their connections. I will be starting one foot behind and you know what I say about that, Nora."

"Preparation and early involvement is the key to success," said Nora, looking quite pensive. "I really didn't think...."

"Now that is something to work on, isn't it?" he said coldly.

Posted: **Fri Sep 13, 2013 12:52 am**

Lounge Car, France, 20:15

Larry Clinton and His Orchestra with Bea Wain - Deep Purple

The lounge car is decorated in the Art Nouveau style with many a decorative flourish, particularly on the rich mahogany ceiling panels. Fresh flowers adorn the tables, at the moment blue orchids, with beautiful lamps adorning the window sills. Each table holds two very wide, oh so comfortable, arm chairs made with a blue-grey upholstery. The chairs are so large that they limit the number of people who can fit around the tables and therefore within the Lounge Car itself but on the plus side the chairs are perfectly comfortable and would be perfect for a quick snooze. It’s a perfect place to read by day, enjoy cocktails before dinner and a nightcap after dinner though the Bar Car works for a more active form of drinking. There is no smoking allowed in the Lounge Car. That is the province of the Bar Car. Occasionally a staff member may pass through this car to see if there is a need for any drinks, mostly coffee or tea, or anything else to keep people comfortable. Some people take their breakfast in this room rather than in their compartments or prefer to take a snack or light meal in this car. The teak wall panelling, inlaid with rosewood, are suffused with the scents and memories of bygone days. The carved scrolls, cornices, and scallops at the friezes and borders, are adorned with gilded metal flowers and that reach up but never reach the arched ceilings.

There is a middle-aged man and young woman sitting in the Lounge Car. The man speaks around his New York Times while the woman fills in a crossword puzzle.

There's also another man reading a newspaper not too far away from the couple.

A reasonably pretty young woman enters the Lounge Car and sits down directly opposite from the lone newspaper reading man. She moves silently enough that he doesn't hear her and doesn't seem to notice that she's there. She then pulls out her lipstick and a small hand mirror from her handbag, touching up her bright red lips with a smirk on her face. It will certainly be interesting when the lone man lowers his newspaper and suddenly spots her there.

Posted: **Fri Sep 20, 2013 2:32 am**

Fernand lowers his paper slightly observing the presumptuous woman who has taken up residence across from him. He says before lifting his news paper once more.

Posted: **Fri Sep 20, 2013 2:52 am**

Lounge Car, France, 20:30

Larry Clinton and His Orchestra with Bea Wain - Deep Purple

The lounge car is decorated in the Art Nouveau style with many a decorative flourish, particularly on the rich mahogany ceiling panels. Fresh flowers adorn the tables, at the moment blue orchids, with beautiful lamps adorning the window sills. Each table holds two very wide, oh so comfortable, arm chairs made with a blue-grey upholstery. The chairs are so large that they limit the number of people who can fit around the tables and therefore within the Lounge Car itself but on the plus side the chairs are perfectly comfortable and would be perfect for a quick snooze. It’s a perfect place to read by day, enjoy cocktails before dinner and a nightcap after dinner though the Bar Car works for a more active form of drinking. There is no smoking allowed in the Lounge Car. That is the province of the Bar Car. Occasionally a staff member may pass through this car to see if there is a need for any drinks, mostly coffee or tea, or anything else to keep people comfortable. Some people take their breakfast in this room rather than in their compartments or prefer to take a snack or light meal in this car. The teak wall panelling, inlaid with rosewood, are suffused with the scents and memories of bygone days. The carved scrolls, cornices, and scallops at the friezes and borders, are adorned with gilded metal flowers and that reach up but never reach the arched ceilings.

There is a middle-aged man and young woman sitting in the Lounge Car. The man speaks around his New York Times while the woman fills in a crossword puzzle.

There's also another man reading a newspaper not too far away from the couple who has a young woman sitting across from him.

*****

"Oh, I'm sorry?" asked the woman in English, as though she were sincerely confused by his tone. "Was this seat taken?" She gives a cheeky little smile (not dissimilar from the one in the photograph) and says,

Posted: **Fri Sep 20, 2013 3:43 am**

Fernand lowers his paper again and arches an eyebrow before lowering his paper completely.
"You're English is also very good."

Posted: **Fri Sep 20, 2013 3:54 am**

"I spent a lot of time in England," she says, leaning on her elbows on the table.

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Posted: **Fri Sep 20, 2013 4:32 am**

He leans in.

Posted: **Fri Sep 20, 2013 4:36 am**

Nico Dubois leans in as well. "Now you really have my attention, mister...?"

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She gives him a winsome smile.

Posted: **Thu Oct 03, 2013 2:00 am**

Lounge Car, Paris, 20:45

Larry Clinton and His Orchestra with Bea Wain - Deep Purple

The lounge car is decorated in the Art Nouveau style with many a decorative flourish, particularly on the rich mahogany ceiling panels. Fresh flowers adorn the tables, at the moment blue orchids, with beautiful lamps adorning the window sills. Each table holds two very wide, oh so comfortable, arm chairs made with a blue-grey upholstery. The chairs are so large that they limit the number of people who can fit around the tables and therefore within the Lounge Car itself but on the plus side the chairs are perfectly comfortable and would be perfect for a quick snooze. It’s a perfect place to read by day, enjoy cocktails before dinner and a nightcap after dinner though the Bar Car works for a more active form of drinking. There is no smoking allowed in the Lounge Car. That is the province of the Bar Car. Occasionally a staff member may pass through this car to see if there is a need for any drinks, mostly coffee or tea, or anything else to keep people comfortable. Some people take their breakfast in this room rather than in their compartments or prefer to take a snack or light meal in this car. The teak wall panelling, inlaid with rosewood, are suffused with the scents and memories of bygone days. The carved scrolls, cornices, and scallops at the friezes and borders, are adorned with gilded metal flowers and that reach up but never reach the arched ceilings.

The Smoking Car is almost empty, barring two couples that are remarkably alike in their own way. Each couple contains an older man and a younger woman, though there the similarities end. One of the women, a blond, is highly attractive and completing a crossword puzzle while her husband pointedly ignores her in favor of reading the newspaper. The other woman is a perky brunette who leans forward over the table, speaking in conspirational tones with a sly grin in French to a rather less committed older man who has a newspaper but isn't reading it right at this moment.

The door to the communications compartment between the Smoking Car and the Lounge Car opens and Amadi enters, followed by Schiller who has Cecil and Charles a step behind (in order to fit through the doorway and the corridor) who were holding onto Schiller's arms and seem to be guiding him from behind. The newspaper-reading and crossword-completing couple hardly look up but the pretty brunette's gaze is quickly captured.

Pictures of those entering the Lounge Car in the order of their entrance:

Cecil

Schiller

Charles Belanger

Amadi

"This looks serious," says the perky brunette in a French accent. "Is this gentleman under arrest for some reason? How scandalous!" She seems rather excited by the whole idea.

Posted: **Sun Oct 06, 2013 11:25 am**

Cecil takes one look at the talent in the lounge and says quietly to Amadi, "Dib dib, there you are, this train isn't so barren after all. Looks like there may be dragons guarding the fair damsels however. Are you up to the challenge?" He eyes up the newspaper-wielding gentlemen. To the perky brunette,

"Madame, we are but lowly squires attending this fallen knight back to his castle." As an aside he says to her in a low voice, "Too much to drink, I fear!"

Posted: **Mon Oct 07, 2013 12:43 am**

"Ooh, how positively scandalous," said the perky brunette. "Is he drunk?"

"Excuse me, sir, are you a doctor?" asked Amadi, peering down at the brunette's friend.

Posted: **Mon Oct 07, 2013 10:31 am**

Fernand raises an eyebrow. "Yes why how drunk precisly is he?" He says with a German accent.

Posted: **Tue Oct 08, 2013 12:09 am**

Amadi gazes at the other couple who seem to be deeply invested in their duties (perhaps in order to concentrate more on their ears) and then ducks his head to speak more closely to Fernand. "Nothing to eat or drink, I'm afraid. He just simply ... stopped."

Schiller's eyes appear to be quite glazed, the pupils dilated, and he evidences no change in expression whatsoever.

Posted: **Tue Oct 08, 2013 5:34 am**

"I apologise I thought you were referencing to the other man." Fernand's demeanor seems to instantly change as he inspects the stricken man.

He turns to the woman across from him. "Miss my medical bag is in the G compartment of the Yennifer car, could you fetch it." He says with tone of haste.

Posted: **Tue Oct 08, 2013 2:16 pm**

"Please, allow me. As you are being so good as to look at the chap, the least I can do is act as errand boy. I'm sure madame would make an excellent nurse, if you'd be so kind to assist that is, Madame?" Cecil transfers his hold so the doctor can take his place. "Your name, Sir? So I don't alarm the attendant."

Posted: **Wed Oct 09, 2013 3:34 am**

"Doctor Fernand Bedel. Please hurry." He clear a section of the table for the man. "Do you know if he is on any medication." He says to the other man who was assisting the patient.

Posted: **Wed Oct 09, 2013 6:39 am**

"I really haven't the foggiest," says Amadi, seemingly unfazed by Fernand's concerns for Schiller. He takes the man's arm and waves it a bit, showing the looseness of the muscles. "He doesn't seem to be at all there anymore. I think he went to have a chat to a pair of people and then he simply ... stopped. He blocked up the aisle for nearly half an hour before this other fellow..." he gestures toward Charles "...noticed upon attempting to leave."

"Charles Belanger, how do you do?" says the fellow indicated. "To be honst I have nothing more to add to this fellows' astute observations so ... if you will excuse me I think I shall help ensure the conductors let us through."

Posted: **Wed Oct 09, 2013 2:00 pm**

"Lord Horfield." Cecil sketches a bow, "Right away, Doctor Bedel, I'll be back before you can say stethoscope." He nods to Beranger and then sets off Briskly towards Yennifer Car. He curses under his breath.

Posted: **Wed Oct 09, 2013 10:17 pm**

Charles and Cecil leave the Lounge Car in favour of theJeanette Sleeping Car.

Posted: **Fri Oct 18, 2013 2:29 am**

Lounge Car, Epernay, 21:14

Larry Clinton and His Orchestra with Bea Wain - Deep Purple

The lounge car is decorated in the Art Nouveau style with many a decorative flourish, particularly on the rich mahogany ceiling panels. Fresh flowers adorn the tables, at the moment blue orchids, with beautiful lamps adorning the window sills. Each table holds two very wide, oh so comfortable, arm chairs made with a blue-grey upholstery. The chairs are so large that they limit the number of people who can fit around the tables and therefore within the Lounge Car itself but on the plus side the chairs are perfectly comfortable and would be perfect for a quick snooze. It’s a perfect place to read by day, enjoy cocktails before dinner and a nightcap after dinner though the Bar Car works for a more active form of drinking. There is no smoking allowed in the Lounge Car. That is the province of the Bar Car. Occasionally a staff member may pass through this car to see if there is a need for any drinks, mostly coffee or tea, or anything else to keep people comfortable. Some people take their breakfast in this room rather than in their compartments or prefer to take a snack or light meal in this car. The teak wall panelling, inlaid with rosewood, are suffused with the scents and memories of bygone days. The carved scrolls, cornices, and scallops at the friezes and borders, are adorned with gilded metal flowers and that reach up but never reach the arched ceilings.

A man enters from the Smoking Car and continues on through the aisle, paying no especial attention to Schiller nor to Badell's investigations of Schiller's condition.

The train conductor enters the Smoking Car and says in a clear yet polite voice, "Attention, we are pulling into Epernay train station. Attention, we are pulling into Epernay station." He continues on to the sleeping car unless halted, seeming content to let the men continue their business. Moments later there's a light squeal of brakes as the train begins to slow its speeds on approach to the train station.

Posted: **Thu Oct 24, 2013 9:46 am**

OOC: Wolfgang Ritter is a neatly dressed middle aged gentleman. He wears dark green tweeds with leather elbow patches and decent shoes. There's a red, star-like badge pinned to his lapel.
He has medium length blond hair and rugged, sun worn features. He moves and talks with the casual self-confidence of someone who has seen much of the world and who has great confidence in his abilities.

Wolfgang enters from the smoking car, carrying a bottle of champagne in a cooler and four glasses.

He places the cooler and glasses on an empty table for four and then steps over to Schiller and the man investigating him and addresses him in English with a thick German accent.

"How iz he doing? Are you ze doctor?"

Posted: **Thu Oct 24, 2013 7:21 pm**

Michael opens the door to the Lounge and looks around taking in the decor of the car and the activity within.
"Good day to you all, I hope I'm not interrupting anything? Is there anything I can do"

OOC: Father Michael O'Hanlon is a fortyish Roman Catholic Priest from Donnegal, Ireland. He speaks with a definate Irish brogue beneath which can be discerned a educated background. He wears the usual Black suit and sleeveless 'V' neck jumper favoured by the clergy. From the signs of wear and stress that his suit displays it is obvious that his parish is far from wealthy.

Posted: **Thu Oct 24, 2013 10:58 pm**

"Yes thank you help me get him on the table." He says clearing it. "I don't suppose either of you have a torch or anything. It seems in future on this trip I shall have to carry my bag were ever I go."

Posted: **Fri Oct 25, 2013 5:37 am**

Elena enters shortly behind Wolfgang. She is tall and slender, with black hair descending to her shoulders, and rather pretty. She wears a stylish black dress, with a lightweight blue overcoat. She has a black fur-lined hat on her head, and her hands are covered by white gloves. Slung over her right arm is a large black handbag, and tucked under her left is a newspaper.

Posted: **Fri Oct 25, 2013 9:09 am**

Wolfgang looks up at Michael as he enters and acknowledges him with a nod, but then goes back to helping the doctor put Schiller on the table.

"I am sorry, I do not having ze torch. Do you zinking it is somezing he eats?"

He looks back at Elena and speaks in a calm voice:

Posted: **Fri Oct 25, 2013 10:52 am**

Michael continues to walk to where the two men are helping to lift a body on to the table.
"I'm afraid I have no torch, but if I may be of assistance, Mr.....?

Michael thinking: he has no idea what the other man and the woman are saying, some Eastern European language most probably, but which one?

Posted: **Sat Oct 26, 2013 7:39 pm**

Two men move down the aisle to the group around the prone passenger. The first is slim and dressed in impeccable evening wear. He is carrying a heavy leather bag, "Here you go, Doc; one bag delivered as promised!" He says cheerily in a upper class English accent. He gives the bag to Bedal and eyes Wolfgang narrowly. He then smiles winningly at the two ladies and raises a questioning eyebrow to the young Iranian-looking guy lounging by the side. To the priest he says, "I hope this poor chap won't be requiring your services just yet, Father. But he does look rather done in." He peers closely at Schiller. "Still no change I see." He frowns, rubs his forehead and looks rather puzzled.

Posted: **Sat Oct 26, 2013 8:49 pm**

"I have a torch," says Elena. She fishes a small flashlight out of her handbag and lends it to the doctor before turning back to Wolfgang.

Posted: **Tue Oct 29, 2013 2:28 am**

Lounge Car, Epernay, 21:26

Larry Clinton and His Orchestra with Bea Wain - Deep Purple

The lounge car is decorated in the Art Nouveau style with many a decorative flourish, particularly on the rich mahogany ceiling panels. Fresh flowers adorn the tables, at the moment blue orchids, with beautiful lamps adorning the window sills. Each table holds two very wide, oh so comfortable, arm chairs made with a blue-grey upholstery. The chairs are so large that they limit the number of people who can fit around the tables and therefore within the Lounge Car itself but on the plus side the chairs are perfectly comfortable and would be perfect for a quick snooze. It’s a perfect place to read by day, enjoy cocktails before dinner and a nightcap after dinner though the Bar Car works for a more active form of drinking. There is no smoking allowed in the Lounge Car. That is the province of the Bar Car. Occasionally a staff member may pass through this car to see if there is a need for any drinks, mostly coffee or tea, or anything else to keep people comfortable. Some people take their breakfast in this room rather than in their compartments or prefer to take a snack or light meal in this car. The teak wall panelling, inlaid with rosewood, are suffused with the scents and memories of bygone days. The carved scrolls, cornices, and scallops at the friezes and borders, are adorned with gilded metal flowers and that reach up but never reach the arched ceilings.

The train moves off again as they stand around the aisle. Caroline Roby take a seat on a pair of chairs to keep out of the way while Bedell helps Schiller onto the table like a mute puppy. Unfortunately the table isn't long enough to lay anyone down. The only thing long enough for that is a sleeping compartment sofa bed. Having him perched up there does make it easier to check him over with stethoscope and other tools.

Posted: **Tue Oct 29, 2013 3:09 am**

Dr Bedel uses the torch to check the patients eyes for dilation. He then goes about checking his pulse, and his throat for obstruction.

"There appears to be nothing physically wrong with this man." He then procedes to check his pockets for his papers.

Posted: **Tue Oct 29, 2013 9:03 pm**

Cecil watches the doctor at work. "Catatonia maybe? Triggered by something? Or hypnotism." He shrugs. "The chap got himself up and across the dining car, then he just stopped whilst talking to two fellows across from us." He stops for a moment, "Funny, come to think of it, I think I've met them before this trip. Anyhow, and then he never moved again. But he didn't fall over, even when the train lurched. Rather odd, don't you think?"

Posted: **Tue Oct 29, 2013 11:17 pm**

"Perhaps ve must taking him to ze bed and give somezing for ze purge of ze body? Zat iz better, no?"

Wolfgang eyes the young Englishman suspiciously for a moment and then turns to Elena.

Posted: **Wed Oct 30, 2013 4:52 am**

"Yes perhaps it would be best if he be returned to his compartment." He say returning his equipment to his bag and handing the torch back to the young woman. "I dearly hope there isn't anyone causing mischief with mesmerism on this train, but it is far more likely a preexisting mental condition."

He turns to the lady who was sitting across from him.

Posted: **Wed Oct 30, 2013 5:18 am**

Elena nods to the doctor and puts her torch away, then speaks to Wolfgang.

Posted: **Wed Oct 30, 2013 10:25 am**

Wolfgang nods at Elena with a smile and then slides an arm under Schiller.

"I vill help you get him zere, doctor."

Posted: **Thu Oct 31, 2013 1:52 am**

Lounge Car, France, 21:30

Larry Clinton and His Orchestra with Bea Wain - Deep Purple

The lounge car is decorated in the Art Nouveau style with many a decorative flourish, particularly on the rich mahogany ceiling panels. Fresh flowers adorn the tables, at the moment blue orchids, with beautiful lamps adorning the window sills. Each table holds two very wide, oh so comfortable, arm chairs made with a blue-grey upholstery. The chairs are so large that they limit the number of people who can fit around the tables and therefore within the Lounge Car itself but on the plus side the chairs are perfectly comfortable and would be perfect for a quick snooze. It’s a perfect place to read by day, enjoy cocktails before dinner and a nightcap after dinner though the Bar Car works for a more active form of drinking. There is no smoking allowed in the Lounge Car. That is the province of the Bar Car. Occasionally a staff member may pass through this car to see if there is a need for any drinks, mostly coffee or tea, or anything else to keep people comfortable. Some people take their breakfast in this room rather than in their compartments or prefer to take a snack or light meal in this car. The teak wall panelling, inlaid with rosewood, are suffused with the scents and memories of bygone days. The carved scrolls, cornices, and scallops at the friezes and borders, are adorned with gilded metal flowers and that reach up but never reach the arched ceilings.

OOC: I will be too busy tomorrow to post the time skip so I'm doing it today.

"I wonder if there are any hypnotists aboard this train," says Mrs. Roby. "I do know a few chaps who are such skilled mesmerists that they could do it to you without you even becoming aware of it but I doubt there happens to be one aboard this train. Perhaps someone ought to try smelling salts or even a quick slap across the face to bring him around? I know it sounds rather harsh, but isn't that what you normally do to snap people out of a moment?"

Schiller yawns widely, eyes flicking from one to the other, and his fingers twitch spasmodically for a moment. After a long moment's silence as the others (presumably) watch him, he returns to his previous state of inactivity.

"Absolutely fascinating," says Belanger, making a point to peer over Bedel's shoulder as he picks through the man's pockets and quickly checks inside his wallet for any medical information.

Amadi stands back a bit, letting Cecil get a good vantage point if he wants to look at the various things inside the man's pockets (+20% to Spot Hidden check).

Posted: **Thu Oct 31, 2013 4:21 am**

"No record of a preexisting conditions so it is safe to use smelling salts. If it had been a psychological condition he may have had a negative reaction to such a shock." Dr Bedel reaches into his bag and removes a small vile with some pinkish crystals sitting in the bottom. He removes the lid and waves them under the patients nose.

Posted: **Thu Oct 31, 2013 4:56 am**

Schiller makes a strange buzzing noise, his nostrils instinctively twitching at the smell, and he starts leaning back, tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth. His manner is strange, almost alien, and it grows more disturbing as his facial muscles twitch in a bizarre manner unseen before in normal human expression although the twitches and movements are certainly ones that humans are capable of doing.

Posted: **Thu Oct 31, 2013 5:19 am**

Elena can't see what Belanger is doing or what the doctor does, as the car is just too crowded. She stays near Wolfgang, ready to help if needed.

Posted: **Thu Oct 31, 2013 9:12 am**

Wolfgang frowned as he saw confirmed on Schiller's papers what he'd already suspected. He let out an audible sigh, expressing less than appreciation for the man's sympathies and looked at the assembly, addressing them in English thick with a German accent.

"Regardless of who he iz, ve can not leave him here, yes? I vill help bring him back to his cabin. I suggest ze doctor come along unt Elena helps vith ze doors, zere iz no need for ze entire train to come alonk."

Posted: **Fri Nov 01, 2013 7:37 pm**

"By Jove! Did you see that?" Cecil looks up from espying the man's wallet contents and watches Schiller's face, aghast. "Something really isn't right with this fellow; look how his face moves, it ain't canny. I'll help you take him back to his compartment." Cecil says to Wolfgang, unwilling to release Schiller into the Russian's care, "Just a tick." He holds Amadi's arm and leads him down the aisle a little way before murmuring in a low voice, He looks into Amadi's eyes for a moment, wishing they could talk further, and then returns to the Doctor to help him and Wolfgang lift Schiller into a standing position and lead him away.

Posted: **Sun Nov 03, 2013 9:48 am**

Standing too far back to see anything, but responding to the comments, Michael pushes frorward to where the doctor is assisting the patient to his feet,
"May I be of assistance doctor? I have little practical knowledge of medicine, but am fully aware of the fact that the best medicine is often the word of the Lord"

Posted: **Mon Nov 04, 2013 12:52 am**

The Lounge Car aisle is reasonably wide and could allow two people to guide the fellow if they both stood side by side behind him. Unfortunately, a quick thought about the Sleeping Car aisle reveals that all won't be so lucky. People could certainly follow in an orderly line but a line it will be. The sleeping car compartments could only fit four people standing if they all squished in though a fifth person laying down wouldn't be such a problem. Luckily the conductors would have turned all the couches into beds by this point so it shouldn't be too onerous to put him into a lying position.

Posted: **Mon Nov 04, 2013 5:51 am**

"As I have feared. He may be having a seizure. Very well very carefully carry the man single file. When we have him in his bed I shall administer a muscle relaxant, that should help it pass."
He directs to pointing to Wolfgang followed by Cecil. "You take his head carrying him under the arms and you carry his feet, we will have to do this single file in the passenger cars. Young madam." He says directing to Elena. "Go on a head and warn the porters to clear our passage for this poor man."

"Oh and priest, you may pray for him if you wish. I am never one to deny a man an extra prayer or two."

Posted: **Mon Nov 04, 2013 7:27 pm**

Cecil takes Schiller's feet. "Absolutely fine with me, his visage is a tad unnerving; his feet are less spooky. Lead on Sir, I am bound to follow!" He says to Wolfgang.

Posted: **Mon Nov 04, 2013 7:42 pm**

"Of course doctor" Michael produces a small rosary from his pocket, "Does anyone know the man, and whether he is of the faith or not?"

He looks directly at the Englishman, Cecil, "Did you by chance find anything of relevance amongst his papers?"

Posted: **Mon Nov 04, 2013 11:44 pm**

Wolfgang grabs Schiller under the arms and follows Elena's lead to the German's cabin, not wasting much breath on idle banter.

Posted: **Tue Nov 05, 2013 4:33 am**

Schiller slumps in their arms as a dead weight. Luckily he was seen getting onto the Yennifer Sleeping Car which is the first car hooked onto this one. Otherwise it might have been a painfully long walk.

Amadi nods at Cecil but otherwise says nothing, content to sit down on one of the chairs to get out of the way and seeming confused by the sudden turn of events.

Posted: **Fri Nov 08, 2013 12:36 am**

Lounge Car, Chalons-sur-Marne, 21:41

Larry Clinton and His Orchestra with Bea Wain - Deep Purple

The lounge car is decorated in the Art Nouveau style with many a decorative flourish, particularly on the rich mahogany ceiling panels. Fresh flowers adorn the tables, at the moment blue orchids, with beautiful lamps adorning the window sills. Each table holds two very wide, oh so comfortable, arm chairs made with a blue-grey upholstery. The chairs are so large that they limit the number of people who can fit around the tables and therefore within the Lounge Car itself but on the plus side the chairs are perfectly comfortable and would be perfect for a quick snooze. It’s a perfect place to read by day, enjoy cocktails before dinner and a nightcap after dinner though the Bar Car works for a more active form of drinking. There is no smoking allowed in the Lounge Car. That is the province of the Bar Car. Occasionally a staff member may pass through this car to see if there is a need for any drinks, mostly coffee or tea, or anything else to keep people comfortable. Some people take their breakfast in this room rather than in their compartments or prefer to take a snack or light meal in this car. The teak wall panelling, inlaid with rosewood, are suffused with the scents and memories of bygone days. The carved scrolls, cornices, and scallops at the friezes and borders, are adorned with gilded metal flowers and that reach up but never reach the arched ceilings.

Cecil has hardly a chance to respond to the priest as Wolfgang starts guiding Schiller further down the aisle. The man is clearly a heavy weight. A dead weight. Elena strides down the aisle first, opening the door to the Yennifer Sleeping Car. As the group leaves, those left behind look around at themselves in a far more empty car.

There is a pretty Frenchwoman now sitting on her own who gazes up prettily at the Arabic gentleman before starting to re-set the table that Bedel had cleared with a quiet, "Well." There's also a friendly-seeming older woman sitting at the other table who seem pretty welcoming. The Arabic-looking gentleman still stands in the aisle, scratching his head and looking thoughtful. He clasps something at his chest, frowns, then shakes his head as though rejecting some notion that has occured to him. Charles takes a seat in front of the pretty Frenchwoman though he has his legs in the aisle as though ready to get up at any point.

The train conductor enters the Smoking Car and says in a clear yet polite voice, "Attention, we are pulling into Chalons-sur-Marne train station. Attention, we are pulling into Chalons-sur-Marne station." He continues on to the sleeping car unless halted, seeming content to let the men continue their business. Moments later there's a light squeal of brakes as the train begins to slow its speeds on approach to the train station.

PRESENT: Charles Belanger, Nico Dubois, Caroline Roby, Amadi Al-Rassam.

Posted: **Tue Nov 12, 2013 7:39 am**

Jonathan Parker, a middle aged man with perfectly combed hair, hypnotizing blue-grey eyes, and wearing a suit enters the Lounge.

"Good day," he says to the gathered people before taking a seat by the window close to the old woman.

Posted: **Tue Nov 12, 2013 8:55 am**

Nico gives him a cool look, clearly anxious to be doing something, before hopping up off her seat with a quick, "Bonjour", and heading off into the Bar Car.

"It seems she likes your Linscott," says Belanger, catching Amadi's eye. "Where do you think he'll be off to?"

Amadi shrugs.

"Loquatious, aren't you?" asks Belanger

Posted: **Tue Nov 12, 2013 9:57 am**

Parker raised an eyebrow at the woman leaving, but thought nothing of it. He turned to the Roby instead.

"Do you travel often?" Parker said. He tilt his head slightly away, presenting the lady with more of his profile, before correcting himself. "I do apologize, where are my manners... Captain Parker at your service, madam."

Posted: **Tue Nov 12, 2013 11:47 pm**

"Oh, a few times," says Mrs. Roby with a clear Irish accent. "Always with my husband though where he is now I couldn't say. He should be back any moment." She pauses, staring into his vivid blue eyes for a moment. "I say! Are you a mesmerist? You jolly well could be with those eyes."

Posted: **Wed Nov 13, 2013 12:03 am**

"Oh, unfortunately not, madam. I have never learned the mystic arts, although that would certainly be an interesting career," Parker said, tilting his head at an odd angle. "But a frequent traveller like me as well! Pleasure to meet you madam, although I do not believe that we have met in our travels yet."

Posted: **Wed Nov 13, 2013 12:29 am**

"No, no, I would have remembered," says Mrs. Roby. "I am sure I would have! So what brings you to this most dangerous crossing during these most dangerous of times?"

Posted: **Wed Nov 13, 2013 1:25 am**

"A long lost love... and closure, Mrs. Roby. Closure." His eyes briefly wanders out the window before refocusing.

"But I will not burden you with the details of my story. How about you, Mrs. Roby? What brings you and your husband out to such a place at this time?"

Posted: **Wed Nov 13, 2013 1:31 am**

"Excitement, really," says Mrs. Roby. "And also because this is likely to be our last chance to go to Istanbul to pick up some rather exotic books that were banned and burned in both Great Britain and France."

Posted: **Wed Nov 13, 2013 1:47 am**

"Oh?" Parker says, raising an eyebrow. "Sounds like quite an adventure! What kind of books are you looking for and why would the governments of two nations ban it? Pardon me for asking."

Posted: **Wed Nov 13, 2013 1:53 am**

"Curiosity is a healthy thing and nothing to apologise for," says Mrs. Roby. "Great Britain and France are known to be rather puritan about art and creativity and are quick to denounce anything that requires an alternative mode of thought to correctly understand it."

Posted: **Wed Nov 13, 2013 2:22 am**

"Hmm..." Parker said. "I do agree that curiosity is a wonderful thing. I once devoted myself to experiencing new things around Europe in my youth. Not exactly the same thing as your literary pursuits, but I hope that we still can understand what drives us both."

"I do admit that I am not the most scholarly of all individuals on this earth, so I do not understand what you mean by "alternative mode of thought." Would you care to educate me on this?"

Posted: **Wed Nov 13, 2013 2:28 am**

"A form of alternative spiritualism, in a manner of speaking, or alternative comprehension of the value and weight of the human soul upon expansion into the essential cosmos that belongs to us all." She smiles lightly, blushes a little. "I suppose in trying to explain it I must sound somewhat like what an esoteric physicist must sound. What I mean to say is that there are many layers to our reality that we are only now beginning to peel back. There is more weight and density to science, and more fragility in it, for the essential laws that abound in our little pocket of the universe, nay universes, are not necessarily the same laws that would be found elsewhere. Do you see?"

Posted: **Wed Nov 13, 2013 2:40 am**

"Hmmmmm...." Parker mumbled softly. "I'm afraid that what you describe is beyond the scope of my understanding. However, I also do not see why anybody would be so perturbed by what you say that they would be willing to burn books to keep it from being known. Are you suggesting that the laws of physics that govern our reality may not apply to... to... other layers of this reality? I may not fully understand the knowledge that you are seeking, but if you are asking me, you are doing a good thing by choosing to seek these books," Parker said.

Posted: **Wed Nov 13, 2013 2:50 am**

"Well, it was considered quite heretical and, in a few cases, quite debauched," says Mrs Roby. "You have to remember that those on the forefront of science and philosophy are always rather unusual and eccentric. There was also quite a bit of pressure from the Christian front as these books discuss pagan deities as the embodiments of such scientific principles."

Posted: **Wed Nov 13, 2013 3:01 am**

"Still, it does seem to be mad to be burning books that one dislikes when others may long for it," Parker said, leaning back into his seat. "Say, my lady, I could no help but notice that a first class cabin staff was assisting me with my luggage when I boarded the train. Did something happen on board?"

Posted: **Wed Nov 13, 2013 4:45 am**

"Well, a Nazi archaeologist called Schiller had a seizure and had to be put to bed by a German communist, a Russian likely communist, an upper class Brit and a German doctor. Oh, and a priest. It was quite the entourage, I can assure you."

Posted: **Wed Nov 13, 2013 5:04 am**

"My word, what an unlikely gathering!" Parker lets out a laugh. "It must have been an awkward moment for all those involved," he said before lowering his voice.

"By the way, I noticed that the private car in this train was booked. Who could be riding in such luxury at such a time?"

Posted: **Wed Nov 13, 2013 6:24 am**

"Regrettably, I have no idea. It's all very mysterious."

Posted: **Wed Nov 13, 2013 6:52 am**

"Fascinating. I would like to meet this enigma during the trip," he said. "Say, I take it that you are well read? Would you recommend any books for me to read in the future?"

Posted: **Wed Nov 13, 2013 8:04 am**

"Well, perhaps you should go to the end of the train and knock on the enigma's door," says Mrs. Roby. "Then you could tell us all about it. As for books, my husband should be along shortly with some light reading materials for a few newfound friend of ours. I'm sure he'll have something that you could borrow. Can you only read in English?"

Posted: **Wed Nov 13, 2013 8:37 am**

"Unfortunately," Parker said. "I was never gifted with language other than my mother tongue. Was more than a bit troublesome trying to travel around Europe."

He taps his forehead. "Although I guess I did pick up bits and pieces of Spanish. I can, for instance, say yo no hablo espanol. You have no idea how many arguments that phrase ends in Spain."

Posted: **Wed Nov 13, 2013 9:16 am**

"What does that mean?" asks Mrs. Roby pleasantly.

Posted: **Wed Nov 13, 2013 9:29 am**

"I don't speak Spanish," Parker said. "Or at least I think. I didn't stay in Spain for long."

Posted: **Wed Nov 13, 2013 10:25 pm**

"Do you think there will be war in Europe before we reach Istanbul?" asks a man, sitting down opposite Parker. "Oh, forgive my absent manners. The names Belanger."

Posted: **Wed Nov 13, 2013 10:32 pm**

"Oh I certainly hope not!" Parker said. "I hope that there is no war. By Jove, I would hate to be stuck in the continent when a war breaks out."

Posted: **Thu Nov 14, 2013 3:41 am**

"Oh, planning to go off to America, are you? Might need to get a hustle on. You never know when this powderkeg will erupt."

Posted: **Thu Nov 14, 2013 4:47 am**

"America? Jolly no, it's all eagles there," Parker said. "I meant England, as it is physically separated from the continental Europe. I don't want to be trapped in a foreign place that I can't speak the language of because the war."

Posted: **Thu Nov 14, 2013 4:57 am**

"True, who would want to be caught out in America?" asked Belanger. "There was a cowboy roaming about earlier. I think he took to his bed with train sickness. He lassooed a pickpocket on the Parisian train platform who was trying to pick another man's pockets."

Posted: **Thu Nov 14, 2013 5:05 am**

"Train sickness. Really. The mighty American cowboy taken down by a bloody train-sickness" Parker says, unable to hide his amusement. "And complete with a lasso too!"

Posted: **Thu Nov 14, 2013 6:17 am**

"It has been pretty amusing thus far."

Posted: **Thu Nov 14, 2013 6:51 am**

"I am sure that it was," Parker says, getting up from the chair.

"Madam Roby, I would love to join you, your husband, and your friends for a light reading but I simply must explore this crazy train further. Perhaps I shall lasso up some gossip material on my way back."

Posted: **Thu Nov 14, 2013 6:56 am**

The trio give Parker a friendly nod of farewell. People come and people go aboard the Orient Express.

Posted: **Thu Nov 14, 2013 6:57 am**

Parker moves towards the Dining Car.

Posted: **Thu Nov 14, 2013 1:38 pm**

Kieran proceeds through the lounge car on his way to the sleeping car. With a polite "good evening" or "pardon me" as he walks past people are going about their activities in the social car.

Posted: **Thu Nov 14, 2013 10:48 pm**

Lounge Car, Chalons-sur-Marne, 21:45

Larry Clinton and His Orchestra with Bea Wain - Deep Purple

The lounge car is decorated in the Art Nouveau style with many a decorative flourish, particularly on the rich mahogany ceiling panels. Fresh flowers adorn the tables, at the moment blue orchids, with beautiful lamps adorning the window sills. Each table holds two very wide, oh so comfortable, arm chairs made with a blue-grey upholstery. The chairs are so large that they limit the number of people who can fit around the tables and therefore within the Lounge Car itself but on the plus side the chairs are perfectly comfortable and would be perfect for a quick snooze. It’s a perfect place to read by day, enjoy cocktails before dinner and a nightcap after dinner though the Bar Car works for a more active form of drinking. There is no smoking allowed in the Lounge Car. That is the province of the Bar Car. Occasionally a staff member may pass through this car to see if there is a need for any drinks, mostly coffee or tea, or anything else to keep people comfortable. Some people take their breakfast in this room rather than in their compartments or prefer to take a snack or light meal in this car. The teak wall panelling, inlaid with rosewood, are suffused with the scents and memories of bygone days. The carved scrolls, cornices, and scallops at the friezes and borders, are adorned with gilded metal flowers and that reach up but never reach the arched ceilings.

The train begins to pull out of the station with a slow, steady chugging as Parkour brushes past Kieran in the narrow aisle as a Bedel enters the Lounge Car from the Sleeping Car side. As they move through, the trio still sitting in the Lounge Car continue their conversation.

"I wonder what's taking them," said Mrs. Roby, her Irish accent telling in her voice. "And why that young Lord dashed off back into the Bar Car? Do you think they required some medicinal brandy?"

"For himself, perhaps?" asked Belanger. "Perhaps the fellow vomited."

"Oh, Belanger, must you mention such things?" she asks, chuckling gently. "Oh, I really mustn't laugh but, you know, I do hate Nazis." She pauses and looks over at Bedel, lowering her voice to a stage whisper so that Belanger can still hear (and so can anyone else). "I really mustn't say that, really, not this side of Germany."

PRESENT: Charles Belanger, Caroline Roby, Amadi Al-Rassam.

Posted: **Fri Nov 15, 2013 1:49 am**

"May I open my eyes now?" Lily asks as she and Charles enter the car.

Posted: **Fri Nov 15, 2013 2:21 am**

"Yes, you may," says Charles.

Posted: **Fri Nov 15, 2013 2:37 am**

Lily raises her head and takes a look around, silently marveling at the pretty architecture. She watches the trio with wide and curious eyes, then quickly begins walking toward the Smoking Car.

Posted: **Fri Nov 15, 2013 4:21 am**

Dr Bedel reenters the lounge car as Ms Roby makes her comment. A stering of anger streaks across his face, but he seems to steel himself. He simply walks past and says "You and me both madam." Before taking up his former place in his chair. He takes a final look at the German newspaper he was reading, before opening his window and tossing it out. He then proceeds to the bar car in irritation.

Posted: **Fri Nov 15, 2013 11:35 pm**

Wolfgang enters the car with a rather distracted Elena on his arm. He guides her up to the trio and places her in one of the chair opposite the aisle. A rather concerned look is in his eyes as he watches the Russian woman scribble frantically away on the notepad.

Posted: **Sat Nov 16, 2013 9:48 pm**

Elena blinks and seems to come to her senses.
She glances down at the paper to see what she has written.

Posted: **Sun Nov 17, 2013 7:51 am**

Posted: **Sun Nov 17, 2013 12:06 pm**

Wolfgang smiles comfortingly at Elena and extends his hand toward the notepad.

Posted: **Mon Nov 18, 2013 12:23 am**

Elena nods in thanks to Wolfgang and shows him the page.

Posted: **Mon Nov 18, 2013 5:13 am**

Dr Bedel walks in from the smocking car with a purposeful stride of irritation, before stopping and looking around at the pair of people speaking Russian. He then promptly and without warning sits down with them.

"Excuse me but so many people seem intent on spoiling my peace, that I thought I would see why so many on this train are keen on it. What is that you're speaking Russian? I don't know Russian. I assume you speak English."

Posted: **Mon Nov 18, 2013 5:30 am**

The easiest place to sit would be across the aisle and in front of Mrs. Roby as each set of chairs is, regrettably, only in facing pairs. Luckily Mr. Roby, who had been about to sit down[/b], actually offers the chair facing his wife as Dr. Bedel approaches - correctly interpreting the man's need. Even so, he places his three books on the table between Mrs. Roby and Dr. Bedel, as well as a carved wooden box about the size to contain large playing cards. The topmost book catches his eye, a book bound in all-white cloth book with yellow lettering detailing titles and author: Alexander Roby is the author, the title is 'Der Wanderer durch den See' (which is German for 'The Walker by the Lake').

Mr. Roby speaks,

Posted: **Mon Nov 18, 2013 6:08 am**

Elena smiles. "Yes, Doctor, I speak English."
"I'm Elena Orloff. It's a pleasure to meet you." She holds out her hand to Dr. Bedel.

Posted: **Tue Nov 19, 2013 12:30 am**

Wolfgang frowns deeply as he reads what Elena has written, but just as he is about to remark on it, Dr. Bedel appears. Wolfgang quick hides his worry behind a stoic German mask and nods, welcoming the doctor.

"I zinking you will finding zis company polyglot to the ends of the earth, Doctor.", he smiles innocently, "you willing have to forgive my pronunciation, it iz long since I speaking ze English."

"I am Wolfgang Ritter, a doctor too, but of a more literary persuasion.".

Posted: **Wed Nov 20, 2013 7:50 am**

"Nice to meet you both." He says shacking both hands before turning to Mr Roby. "My name is Dr Fernand Bedel, I'm a German surgeon. I moved to France some years ago and has loved living there ever since. I'm on my way to Istanbul to assist their university and hospitals to update their surgical methods."

Posted: **Thu Nov 21, 2013 6:10 am**

"Yes, France is absolutely lovely," says Elena. "I've been staying in Paris for the last six months or so. As much as I adore it, it's time for me to move on."

Posted: **Thu Nov 21, 2013 6:24 am**

The man enters through the Smoking Car and enters the Jeanette Sleeping Car.

Posted: **Thu Nov 21, 2013 6:51 am**

Lily comes in from the Smoking Car, unaccompanied. She stops awkwardly mid-stride as she sees the people here, then glances nervously at the doors she just came through. After a moment, she settles into a chair somewhat close to the group and pretends to be very interested in her fingernails.

Posted: **Thu Nov 21, 2013 2:54 pm**

Wolfgang nods at Bedel's introduction.

He clears his throat, thinks for a moment and continues in his heavily accented English.

"Do you zinking ze patient vill recovering?"

Posted: **Thu Nov 21, 2013 11:22 pm**

"It is hard to say. The truth is seizures can be caused by any one of a hundred problems. Though I am curious about who he was spending time with before his turn. I can not rule out anything until I have better information, and I can not get said information with out tests I have no access to here." He says with a smile."So what is it that you are moving onto?" He says to Elena.

Posted: **Fri Nov 22, 2013 12:33 am**

Lounge Car, France, 22:00

Larry Clinton and His Orchestra with Bea Wain - Deep Purple

The lounge car is decorated in the Art Nouveau style with many a decorative flourish, particularly on the rich mahogany ceiling panels. Fresh flowers adorn the tables, at the moment blue orchids, with beautiful lamps adorning the window sills. Each table holds two very wide, oh so comfortable, arm chairs made with a blue-grey upholstery. The chairs are so large that they limit the number of people who can fit around the tables and therefore within the Lounge Car itself but on the plus side the chairs are perfectly comfortable and would be perfect for a quick snooze. It’s a perfect place to read by day, enjoy cocktails before dinner and a nightcap after dinner though the Bar Car works for a more active form of drinking. There is no smoking allowed in the Lounge Car. That is the province of the Bar Car. Occasionally a staff member may pass through this car to see if there is a need for any drinks, mostly coffee or tea, or anything else to keep people comfortable. Some people take their breakfast in this room rather than in their compartments or prefer to take a snack or light meal in this car. The teak wall panelling, inlaid with rosewood, are suffused with the scents and memories of bygone days. The carved scrolls, cornices, and scallops at the friezes and borders, are adorned with gilded metal flowers and that reach up but never reach the arched ceilings.

Kieran pauses to take one of the folded newspapers from a rack by the door to the inter-car compartment and shakes it out, having paused from his stroll into the Sleeping Car to read a bit about current affairs. It's a British newspaper whose headline screams: "I Demand Danzig And The Corridor!" A lesser headline beneath it proclaims: "Britain Says No!" There's also a French, German and Italian newspaper folded onto the rack.

Charles Belanger sits across from Amadi Al-Rassam for a moment, before saying: "Perhaps you and I should go discuss something in my compartment? I do have a lovely bottle of sherry we could share." He pauses. "Erm, unless you're Muslim?"

Amadi Al-Rassam looks at him briefly, then nods and rises.

The two leave the Lounge Car.

Lily sits on a chair by herself near the door to the Dining Car.

Mr. Roby stands in the aisle besides the other four. Mrs. Roby sits across from Dr. Bedel. Wolfgang Ritter sits across from Elena.

"Perhaps you should get off at the next stop?" asked Mrs. Roby. "There is another stop before Germany, isn't there?"

PRESENT: Mr. and Mrs. Roby, Dr. Bedel, Wolfgang Ritter, Elena, Kieran McLaughtery, Lily Gavigan.

Posted: **Fri Nov 22, 2013 4:15 am**

Posted: **Fri Nov 22, 2013 4:19 am**

Both Mr. Roby and Mrs. Roby look very concerned as Mrs. Roby speaks in Latin,

Posted: **Fri Nov 22, 2013 4:46 am**

Dr Bedel leans in.

Posted: **Fri Nov 22, 2013 5:00 am**

Mrs. Roby leans back in her seat and says in her Irish accent: "Then it is settled! We can't let one of Britain's top minds land in the hands of the enemy." She turns to look at the Wolfgang and Elena. "If Mr. Ritter's words are to be believed, he is no friend of the Nazis. What about you, miss? Are you going to take your nations tentative peace treaty as suggestive of an alliance or are you going to do what any right thinking woman should do and help assist this kind doctor passed the border?" Realising she has spoken a little louder than she perhaps should have, she looks over at Kieran and then Lily with a scowl. "If only there were a private place to discuss things on this train. If we try to shoo them out of here, they will only complain. Do you think they are eavesdropping?"

Posted: **Fri Nov 22, 2013 6:49 am**

Elena looks deep into Dr. Bedel's eyes. "Of course I will help," she says without hesitation. "I am sure Herr Ritter will be glad to help as well. I am a travel writer, Doctor, and my next destination is Istanbul. Besides, Paris may soon no longer be a safe place." She glances over at Kieran and Lily trying to determine if either of them is paying attention. "Perhaps one of us could draw them off, invite them into the Bar Car for drinks?"

Posted: **Fri Nov 22, 2013 7:05 am**

Lily scowls back at Mrs. Roby, making it clear just how much attention she's been paying. "I do apologize, I didn't realize that a train car right between the bar and the sleeping compartments would be so private. Obviously this space is only for you, and God forbid anyone else dare to sit here."

Her eyes meet Elena's for a split second, and she immediately shrinks back in shame. She balls her hands into fists and rises from the chair, spine rigid. "That... was very rude of me. I-- I really am sorry--" She swallows whatever else she might have said and looks at the entrance to the Smoking Car again.

Posted: **Sat Nov 23, 2013 10:01 am**

Wolfgang concurs with what Mrs. Roby says, and looks at Bedel, speaking in a reassuring tone.
"I willing help as much as I can, but I fearing there may be more problems zan at ze border. I am zinking our "friend" may having been poisoned and I fearing less discerning passengers may zinking ve. "

He points at Bedel and himself.

"Zat ve are Nazi's too."

Posted: **Sun Nov 24, 2013 2:30 am**

"I doubt that some one intelligent enough to figure out how low his party number is, would be likely to attack a false target. Personally I'm worried that when we reach Germany an in quiery into what happened will begin, and that will draw atention and scruteny to this train."

Posted: **Mon Nov 25, 2013 4:07 am**

Elena smiles at Lily. "It's all right, Miss," she says, offering her hand. "These are stressful times, I know. I'm Elena Orloff. Pleased to meet you. Are you traveling by yourself?"

Posted: **Mon Nov 25, 2013 7:56 am**

Lily curtsies hastily, murmuring "forgive me, forgive me" before looking back at Elena. She relaxes visibly at her smile, and even smiles a little herself, but the embarrassment doesn't leave her face. "I'm really not myself this evening, I don't know what's gotten into me." She titters as she accepts Elena's hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too, Miss Orloff. I'm Lily Gavigan, and my brother Charles is with me--well, not with me, he's in the Smoking Car right now, but he's on the train. With me. We're traveling together."

She shoots Mrs. Roby a nasty look. "And I really, really wasn't eavesdropping. I just needed to clear my head."

Posted: **Mon Nov 25, 2013 9:02 am**

Mrs. Roby smiles back but it's a cold smile. "You don't need to be actively eavesdropping to do so ... as you so thoughtfully pointed out when you retorted at my insinuation. War is coming to Europe and one does need to choose sides. Considering the level of danger that can so readily surround us it is important to pay attention to those who are within listening distance of your conversation. The alternative is imprisonment and death. With such high stakes, who would want to take the gamble?"

Posted: **Mon Nov 25, 2013 9:11 am**

"She is still young, let her keep her innocence of such things a while longer." He turns and offers his hand to Lily with a smile. "Nice to meet you Lily my name is Dr Bedel."

Posted: **Mon Nov 25, 2013 11:38 pm**

Wolfgang offers Lilly a kind smile.

"I am Wolfgang Ritter, and you must forgiving our manners, ve are lived in interesting times."

Posted: **Tue Nov 26, 2013 6:20 am**

"Where are you from, Miss Gavigan?" asks Elena.

Posted: **Tue Nov 26, 2013 6:34 am**

"Interesting times, to be sure." Lily nods at Wolfgang, brightening considerably as she smiles back at Dr. Bedel. "I'm glad to meet such courteous gentlemen aboard the Express--and a kind lady, of course."

"I'm from England. London, specifically. And where are you all from?"

Posted: **Wed Nov 27, 2013 6:30 am**

"Ah, London is such a wonderful city!" says Elena. "Thank you, Miss Gavigan. I'm from Moscow originally, but I travel around so much that I haven't been there in a long time. I'm a travel writer, you see."

Posted: **Thu Nov 28, 2013 10:49 am**

Wolfgang smiles amiably at the young woman.

"I am from Munich, though I have living the past years more in caves and barns. I am a Humanist, you see."

Posted: **Fri Nov 29, 2013 9:23 am**

Lounge Car, France, 22:15

Larry Clinton and His Orchestra with Bea Wain - Deep Purple

The lounge car is decorated in the Art Nouveau style with many a decorative flourish, particularly on the rich mahogany ceiling panels. Fresh flowers adorn the tables, at the moment blue orchids, with beautiful lamps adorning the window sills. Each table holds two very wide, oh so comfortable, arm chairs made with a blue-grey upholstery. The chairs are so large that they limit the number of people who can fit around the tables and therefore within the Lounge Car itself but on the plus side the chairs are perfectly comfortable and would be perfect for a quick snooze. It’s a perfect place to read by day, enjoy cocktails before dinner and a nightcap after dinner though the Bar Car works for a more active form of drinking. There is no smoking allowed in the Lounge Car. That is the province of the Bar Car. Occasionally a staff member may pass through this car to see if there is a need for any drinks, mostly coffee or tea, or anything else to keep people comfortable. Some people take their breakfast in this room rather than in their compartments or prefer to take a snack or light meal in this car. The teak wall panelling, inlaid with rosewood, are suffused with the scents and memories of bygone days. The carved scrolls, cornices, and scallops at the friezes and borders, are adorned with gilded metal flowers and that reach up but never reach the arched ceilings.

Kieran puts his newspaper away and heads out the door.

"England, here and there," said Mrs. Roby. "So what does your fair friend do, Miss Gavigan?"

"I'm not sure that's the best line of questioning," said Mr Roby. "Perhaps we should instead do some of those tarot readings and I can pass out some of these books?"

Posted: **Mon Dec 02, 2013 10:58 am**

Wolfgang acknowledges Roby's proposal.

"Yes, zat is ze idea I believing before Schiller's unfortunate accident. Please, be my guest."

Posted: **Tue Dec 03, 2013 12:35 am**

Parker emerges from the smoking car, straightening out his jacket as he does so.

"Madam Roby," he says. "Do you remember who it was that brushed past me when I went to the smoking car? I seem to have found something that belongs to him."

Posted: **Tue Dec 03, 2013 12:50 am**

Mrs. Roby shakes her head in answer to Parker, brushing him off. "Very well then," said Mrs. Roby. "Let us ask the question of this particular journey." She pauses dramatically as she shuffles the cards with her eyes closed, her fingers dancing across the backs of them like a gypsy between each shuffle. "I will do two readings in one. The first line will be the Past, Present and Future of Dr. Bedel. The second will be for Miss Lily Gavigan." She sways slightly as she begins to place them face up on top of the pristine white table cloth.

"Dr. Bedel, The Fool is in your past.... You have brought all of your worldly possessions with you aboard this train in order to set out to recreate yourself through building a new life, free and unsullied, and away from the cruelties and barbarity of your home land. You have arranged for opportunities to bring freedom to the chains of others but in so doing you have taken a risk, a grave risk, and have leapt forward over the abyss in hopes of coming to land. You have hopelessly miscalculated, however, given the cards beyond this one. Watch your step. Innocence, while admirable, could well mean your death. Leave such childish notions firmly behind you for the rest of this trip."

"Dr. Bedel, The Death card is in your present.... A card that encapsulates the great unknown. You are in a transitional phase but it is not the transition from life to death that you should fear. Oh no, the question is whether the transition to your new self, your new life, is the one that you truly desire or whether it shall be something else entirely. Accept that changes happens. Swim with the flow of transition. But make certain you reach the shore that you intend lest you find yourself truly disfigured."

"Dr. Bedel, The Judgement card is in your future and with it a day of reckoning.... Beyond the act of destruction that marks your transition into your new life will come a rebirth that integrates all parts of the self that lies remaining. You will need to answer for both your actions and inactions, for both cause and effect. Where you have been determines where you are going, and what you have done plays a role in what you still must do. Without this card, you would have no choice as to the transition that will be inflicted upon you in the present times. With this card, you have choice, not a choice in whether your life will change, for it has changed in the Fool and will change in Death, but a choice as to where that change shall take you." She looks at him, really looks at him. "Do not look so grave. At least now you know that you still have an opportunity to make your own way."

Then Mrs. Roby turns her attention to Lily.

"Miss Lily Gavigan, The Ace of Cups is in your past.... A nice card. Everything starts with love and thus is the case with this journey. It has taken the waxing and waning of many moons of planning but finally the one who loves you most in the world has brought you to this train as part of some transitioning process. There has been a meeting already here, I think, whether hours ago or a moment ago, which is full of potential and may eventually lead to true love and happiness. Perhaps...."

"Miss Lily Gavigan, The Nine of Swords is in your present.... Ahh, the paradox of humanity. That which makes you feel secure also releases your internal fears and regrets and terrors to haunt you. Regret, anxiety and anguish face you and surround you and it wells up from within. You cannot hide from that which burns within you. You face a deeply rooted emotional pain that will not simply leave you. What is it you have failed to take responsibility for? Or what is it that you have distorted which distracts you from the true horrors that surround your very presence? Are you afraid of the shadows of the wall and failing to see the knife clasped within the fist? If the situation continues, if you continue to see problems that don't exist, you will be pierced by the real problems that seek to do you harm. You have the power to face and destroy all of your fears which is proven by...."

"Miss Lily Gavigan, The Knight of Wands is in your future.... A card signifying daring, courage and enthusiasm. In this case I think that the Knight is a person around you, an event that you will experience, and a part of yourself that you must bring to the surface. It will come into your life quickly and unexpectedly and will set your life ablaze. A series of swift events that will change your world forever. You cannot hold onto the person whose spontaneity will brush across your life and despite the promise of violence that simmers below the surface this figure will be your brief salvation through the Knight's warmth and generosity of spirit. The energy within you will be impossible to hold in. You will release it. You will feel the courage to explore as an unstoppable force, as though the very act of defying it were the more difficult path. Watch only that you do not burn yourself in your enthusiasm. For you, this will be a time of many choices and many chances. Act quickly."

Posted: **Tue Dec 03, 2013 1:21 am**

Parker raises an eyebrow.

"Have I intruded on something here?"

Posted: **Tue Dec 03, 2013 5:51 am**

Elena listens to the tarot reading, fascinated...and curious about what the cards will say about her. She turns when Parker speaks. "Mrs. Roby is giving tarot card readings," she says. "I don't believe we've met yet, sir. I'm Elena Orloff." She holds out her hand in greeting.

Posted: **Tue Dec 03, 2013 6:02 am**

"Jonathan Parker, at your service," Parker says taking Elena's hand.

Posted: **Tue Dec 03, 2013 11:41 am**

Dr Bedel thoughtfully sits, obsorbing her words.

Posted: **Wed Dec 04, 2013 3:25 am**

Lily seems to shed her ill feelings toward Mrs. Roby the moment the cards are brought out. She watches Dr. Bedel's reading with a hungry fascination, and when her own reading comes, she looks as though she might faint from excitement. "Oh-- I'd heard of tarot, but I've never gotten the chance to have a reading before--" She clasps her hands over her heart and grins brightly. "True love, you say? Can it really happen?"

She giggles and shakes her head. "I'm sorry, I'm being silly."

Posted: **Wed Dec 04, 2013 4:17 am**

"Not at all," says Elena with a smile. "True love is quite possible, and it can happen when you least expect it."

Posted: **Wed Dec 04, 2013 4:39 am**

Parker gives a friendly smile towards Lily. "If the cards say so, it must be true, no? You are a lucky person to get such an omen. God knows that I have never found one in my life."

"I urge you to make no attempt to find one in the bar or the dining room just past this door though. There was a madman who claimed to be able to see invisible and paralyzed people in the dining room. Was making strange gestures in the air while apologizing as if he was rifling through some invisible pockets. So that makes him both a madman and a mad thief, I suppose. He mentioned something about the German archaeologist being somehow related to the 'mysterious phenomenon' as well."

Posted: **Wed Dec 04, 2013 11:56 pm**

Wolfgang looks on, amused by the Tarot display and the reaction of its two targets. As Jonathan makes his speech about the weird things in the other car, he frowns and clucks his tongue.

"There, there, I am being sure zat ze people on zis train are get highly excited by all zis talk of magic and Schiller's strange episode. Naturally, zey willing all link it to his mysterious behaving, no?"

His face changes to a kinder expression and he smiles at Lily.

True love, as much as I love ze reading about it, it iz not found, it iz made. Vhen two peoples form ze intellectual and physical bond, in ze freedom and unity of zeir mutual understaning and love, zen zey will having true love.

Finally he turns to Mrs Roby,

"You are very great at performing ze tarot, I am impressed."

Though his English is less than perfect, it is clear that Wolfgang has more appreciation for Mrs Roby's skill at words than that he attributes any verity to the reading.

Posted: **Thu Dec 05, 2013 12:24 am**

"I'm happy to do one more reading," says Mrs. Roby. "If anyone would be interested? Then I fear I will be too tired and will need to wait until tomorrow to do further readings. It is very difficult getting in contact with the collective unconsciousness, you understand."

Posted: **Thu Dec 05, 2013 1:01 am**

Parker smiles. "Oh I would be happy to have my fortune read... Unless you wish to do so," he turns towards Wolfgang.

"After all you were here first. I apologize, I do not believe we met before. My name is Jonathan Parker, and what is yours, Herr..."

Posted: **Thu Dec 05, 2013 3:44 am**

"Ah, wouldn't it be wonderful? I would be so happy if..."

Lily's smile suddenly shrinks a little, and her eyes grow sad. "I do appreciate the optimism from all of you. Of course true love is out there."
She steps back from the gathered crowd and settles back into the chair she was sitting in previously.

Posted: **Thu Dec 05, 2013 6:10 am**

"Perhaps you should have your reading tonight," Elena says to Wolfgang, "considering what tomorrow may bring."

Posted: **Thu Dec 05, 2013 6:15 am**

"Oh?" Parker says. "What may happen tomorrow?"

Posted: **Thu Dec 05, 2013 6:20 am**

"One never knows, Mr. Parker," says Elena with a grin.

Posted: **Thu Dec 05, 2013 7:04 am**

Parker grins. "You know madam? I was under the impression that this train ride would be like any other I have had in my life. I am starting to believe that this train ride could become the most...exciting... Adventure that I have had in a long time."

He stares briefly out the window. "It appears that fate has conspired to make both of those adventures happen on Godforsaken Germany. Bloody stupid Nazi pigs. " His mouth curls upward into a faint smile.

He abruptly turns to face the group. "Ahah, excuse me. Just the nerves talking. God, I hate to be in Germany."

Posted: **Fri Dec 06, 2013 12:17 am**

Wolfgang smiles at Elena's suggestion.
He smiles apologetically at the rest and shrugs.

"It would seeming zat I vill be your final victim of ze evening, Mrs Roby."

He nods at Parker, seemingly approving his sentiment about the Nazi's.

"I am Wolfgang Ritter, but please, call me Wolfgang. In Spain ve fighting for not having to saying mister to anyone."

Posted: **Fri Dec 06, 2013 12:23 am**

Lounge Car, France, 22:30

Larry Clinton and His Orchestra with Bea Wain - Deep Purple

The lounge car is decorated in the Art Nouveau style with many a decorative flourish, particularly on the rich mahogany ceiling panels. Fresh flowers adorn the tables, at the moment blue orchids, with beautiful lamps adorning the window sills. Each table holds two very wide, oh so comfortable, arm chairs made with a blue-grey upholstery. The chairs are so large that they limit the number of people who can fit around the tables and therefore within the Lounge Car itself but on the plus side the chairs are perfectly comfortable and would be perfect for a quick snooze. It’s a perfect place to read by day, enjoy cocktails before dinner and a nightcap after dinner though the Bar Car works for a more active form of drinking. There is no smoking allowed in the Lounge Car. That is the province of the Bar Car. Occasionally a staff member may pass through this car to see if there is a need for any drinks, mostly coffee or tea, or anything else to keep people comfortable. Some people take their breakfast in this room rather than in their compartments or prefer to take a snack or light meal in this car. The teak wall panelling, inlaid with rosewood, are suffused with the scents and memories of bygone days. The carved scrolls, cornices, and scallops at the friezes and borders, are adorned with gilded metal flowers and that reach up but never reach the arched ceilings.

"I hadn't thought Herr Ritter would be interested," said Mrs. Roby. "However, it seems that I was wrong. Please, though, it's probably best not to be so vocal until after we have passed through Germany. We don't want any trouble. We can't help anyone in a German prison."

"Before you begin your reading let me hand out these books I promised," said Mr Roby. "Otherwise I will forget. I'm not a young man, anymore. Herr Ritter, here is Unaussprechlichen Kulten. A nice, quick read. The City On The Lake - which if you'll remember, I described its examination of how all urban cities have, at their core, shared connections in artistic interpretations that suggests a racial memory of some ancient place shared in dreams, which I offered to the lovely Elena. I also brought the Royal Shade of Pale which is a small book of poetry that focuses on a rather surrealist depiction of artistic nobility through the ages. Would any of you like to read it? Perhaps the darling Miss Gavigan?"
PRESENT: Elena, Nico, Wolfgang, Parker, Bedel, Lily, Mr. & Mrs. Roby.

Posted: **Fri Dec 06, 2013 12:35 am**

Wolfgang nods, acknowledging Mrs Roby's comment.

"Call it ze curiosity of ze scientific mind, and besides, I vas never ze man to resist a beautiful voman."

With a smile he then turns to Mr Roby to accept the book.

"Many zanks, I vill make sure to reading some of it before I going to sleeps."

Posted: **Fri Dec 06, 2013 12:42 am**

Lily looks up at Mr. Roby and offers a perfunctory smile. "I would like to take a look, sir. You seem to enjoy interesting reading."

Posted: **Fri Dec 06, 2013 12:51 am**

"You have uncommon insight," said Mr Roby in a soft voice as he walks down the aisle and passes her the book. "But then, caged birds so often do...." His gaze latches onto hers and he holds onto his end of the book for a moment too long as she grips the other end. "Such uncommon will.... Your gaze is like a scalpel. It dissects with such surgical precision. Be mindful of your gift. Others might not be so accomodating about what you have seen so far." He shakes his head and gives an I'm-a-foolish-old-man chuckle. "Ah, listen to me. Now I sound like a fortune teller."

Posted: **Fri Dec 06, 2013 6:06 am**

Lily stares deep into Mr. Roby's eyes as she holds the book. The sadness fades from her face, but her smile doesn't look any more genuine, and the low chuckle that escapes her is anything but good-natured. "I'll keep that in mind, sir. Thank you."

The moment passes, and she beams at him innocently. "If nothing else, Mr. Roby, you have a way with words."

Posted: **Fri Dec 06, 2013 6:14 am**

The door toward the Smoking Car swings open, breaking the rather tense moment, as a pretty young woman (Nico) flounces into the room, flicking an appreciative glance at Lily as she passes, sidling past Mr. Roby and dropping into a crouch beside Dr. Bedel, gripping his shoulder insistently. She has a rather bright smile on her face, though it does look a little strained around the edges, and she seems oddly breathless though there's not a hair out of place so she hasn't been running.

Posted: **Fri Dec 06, 2013 6:23 am**

"Thank you, Mr. Roby," says Elena, accepting the book from him. "There's a performance in the Bar Car I'd like to see at eleven, but after that I'll be sure to start on the book. It should make good bedtime reading." She focuses her attention on Parker. "Most likely all of us here sympathize with you. At least we haven't crossed the border into Germany yet. That's early tomorrow. So, what was the other interesting adventure you've had?" She watches Nico with interest when she bursts into the car.

Posted: **Fri Dec 06, 2013 8:04 am**

"Perhaps later," Parker says, his eyes swiftly darting towards Lily and the new arrival. "I fear that I have already spoken too much. Let's just say that I have angered a certain German of some political power while passing through some time ago who would very much like to see my trip to Istanbul cut short."

"Nevertheless, is it possible to send a telegram to someone from this train?"

Posted: **Sat Dec 07, 2013 3:02 am**

"You will have to excuse me. Thank you for your company, and thank you Mrs Roby for your interesting reading." He gets up and follows Nico out of the lounge car.

Posted: **Sat Dec 07, 2013 3:43 am**

Lily fumbles with the book as she settles back into her chair, distracted by Nico's sudden appearance. Looking flustered and shaky, she indiscreetly watches the brief exchange between Nico and Dr. Bedel.

Then she tears her attention away, opens the book of poetry to a random page, and fixes her eyes to it.

Posted: **Sat Dec 07, 2013 6:38 pm**

"Take care, Doctor," says Elena before returning her attention to Parker. "I'm sorry, I don't think so, but you could probably send a quick telegram from the platform of the next station."

Posted: **Sat Dec 07, 2013 7:55 pm**

"Thank you madam," Parker said. He leaves towards the Communication compartment.

Posted: **Sun Dec 08, 2013 12:21 am**

Posted: **Sun Dec 08, 2013 10:03 am**

Wolfgang looks on with an open mouth as Dr. Bedel and Nico leave, he may have read her body language, but the words scandal and compartment may have gained in significance in his understanding.
"Vell zis is very interesting train..."

Posted: **Sun Dec 08, 2013 11:02 pm**

Kieran waits for people to go through the door if anyone is heading away from the lounge car to the sleeping cars. With a 'good evening' & 'pardon me' to the people who might be the way as he walks to the smoking car.

Posted: **Fri Dec 13, 2013 3:27 am**

OOC: DIdn't know that Laraqua.

Parker heads towards the cabins.

Posted: **Fri Dec 13, 2013 4:12 am**

Lounge Car, France, 22:45

Larry Clinton and His Orchestra with Bea Wain - Deep Purple

The lounge car is decorated in the Art Nouveau style with many a decorative flourish, particularly on the rich mahogany ceiling panels. Fresh flowers adorn the tables, at the moment blue orchids, with beautiful lamps adorning the window sills. Each table holds two very wide, oh so comfortable, arm chairs made with a blue-grey upholstery. The chairs are so large that they limit the number of people who can fit around the tables and therefore within the Lounge Car itself but on the plus side the chairs are perfectly comfortable and would be perfect for a quick snooze. It’s a perfect place to read by day, enjoy cocktails before dinner and a nightcap after dinner though the Bar Car works for a more active form of drinking. There is no smoking allowed in the Lounge Car. That is the province of the Bar Car. Occasionally a staff member may pass through this car to see if there is a need for any drinks, mostly coffee or tea, or anything else to keep people comfortable. Some people take their breakfast in this room rather than in their compartments or prefer to take a snack or light meal in this car. The teak wall panelling, inlaid with rosewood, are suffused with the scents and memories of bygone days. The carved scrolls, cornices, and scallops at the friezes and borders, are adorned with gilded metal flowers and that reach up but never reach the arched ceilings.

"We have to hurry," says the girl, giggling happily as she comes in from the Smoking Car, leaving the door to the communications compartment flung open behind her. She grins up at her mother and father (Mr. & Mrs. Roby) as she passes.

"We have time," says the boy a bit grumpily, shutting the door behind her. "Don't be a nuisance or someone will complain and we'll need to go straight to bed."

The two children are making a bee line down the aisle to the Jeanette Sleeping Car door.

PRESENT: Elena, Wolfgang, Lily Gavigan, Mr. & Mrs. Roby and their children.

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