IC: Nordic rolled up a greasy copy of 'The Communist' as he strode out from the main salon, towards the Captain's Cabin. As was his custom, he quietly cursed the officer class in general and Netdoc in particular, but his heart was barely in it. Rumours of death, and worse, were already stalking the ship. But no matter. Beelzebub himself could be aboard, and the engines would still need him.
In the meantime, a more pressing need diverted him. The Captain had confiscated a personal trinket of his days earlier, and now, at long last the opportunity had arisen to reclaim it.
As he was there, it could also be entertaining to see how the bougeouise lived...
OOC: In other words, unless there's a problem take it as read that I'm in the Captain's Cabin searching for clues. (I presumed there wouldn't be a problem with this as there's no restricted sign on the map)
*smiles* It's been a long time since I've role-played. It's still fun.