Scene of the Crime part two
 

The storm had grown worse and the ship rocked back and forth. (first vote decides it should this be the post nap meeting?)

(OOC: fine, I'll vote. Yes, it should be after the nap. because I think we took care of everything we were going to before the nap.)

ooc: post nappy-bye

The group was in the lounge. The large leather couches and chairs decorated the lounge. A substantial bar dominated the hull wall. A humidor was near the door to the hall. A victrola sat on a table near. On the turntable was a vinyl single of "Yes, We have no Banannas."

Bob yawned after his good morning of sleep and stumbled into the lounge. He looked through groggy eyes and saw that he was was not alone. He found a chair, and sat down, eyeing all the people there.

Derrick had recovered from lost sleep, but now he was unhappy because of the storm. He was looking a little green around the gills, and while he wasn't one to get seasick normally, the boat was rocking and shaking far more than normal. He sat quietly and focused on not being sick.

Jeeves seemed to not be present.

(OOC: well if I don't say it, somebody else will: Dun dun dunnnn!)

Marion sat on one of the couches, her head resting in her hand. She blinked a few times, trying not to look tired, but she hadn't gotten much sleep... but who would, with a murderer on the same boat as them?

OOC: Sorry for not posting lately, I've been really busy.

Samson sat down on one of the couches. He yawned lazily. "No offense to anyone, but staying in this room, knowing the killer is here, isn't exactly comfortable. So I hope that nobody minds that I'm leaving." He started to leave, then quickly added, "And if you think I murdered Masters, it must relieve at least some of that stress." He then left to the main hall, heading toward the training center.

Tedd sat on a chair in the corner, observing everyone. The rocking was annoying him, but not enough to make him sick.