Who: Dexter Morgan
When: Wednesday, May 15th, about 7:30 AM
Where: Mess Hall
Invited: Anyone
Status: Complete
Dexter sat inobtrusively in a corner, hands wrapped around his now-lukewarm cup of coffee. Due to the absence of certain other pastimes, he was currently indulging himself in his new hobby: people-watching. The breakfast rush was slowly
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Freshly showered, Nick stepped into the messhall and grabbed himself a tray of food and a nice steaming mug of coffee. He then looked around and spotted a good table near the unobtrusive Dexter.
Nick set his tray down and slid into his seat, giving a nod to Dexter, "Morning." Well Nick was a good ole southern boy, so he felt the need to say something. Of course once he had fulfilled his obligations he did dive into his breakfast.
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Dexter really hated the small-talk thing - he could do it, of course, because that's what normal people supposedly do , but he really didn't see the point to it (he's pretty sure everyone else secretly hates it too, but what would he know?). Normally, he would have felt obligated to do at least a token shooting of the breeze, but the guy was laying into his breakfast with a certain sort of gusto that Dexter admired. Social niceties fulfilled, Dexter returned to absently swirling his half-empty coffee around the mug.
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Nick took a few sips before he turned and looked over at you for a moment, debating something. Finally Nick reached out his hand, "Nick Stokes. Good to meet you. Didn't see you out and about last night, did you manage to sleep through the klaxons or were you one of the good boys who stayed in bed?" The last bit is said with a grin, so as to not offend.
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He weighed the merits of a little fishing for information for about a split second, before mentally shrugging and going for it. "Slept through it all, in fact. Didn't even know anything happened 'til this morning." It was a bit of a stretch, but he forged on through. "You know anything about-" he vaguely gestured toward the 'gate, "-that?" He took another sip of his coffee, making a face when he found it was almost completely cold.
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'Cause, you know, they meant that many more heads to count and keep track of...
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Nick held up a hand a moment, then rose from his seat. He headed over to get some more coffee before returning to the table, "So boss, anything on the agenda for today?" Well he's already awake and wired, so why not work.
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That was the doable one.
"Tracks suggested he headed towards the logging or the mines, yeah? Made it out there, yet?"
God knows, as much as he'd wanted to, he hadn't. Every time he turned around, there was something here to delay him: a land dispute, his own stymied investigation in that girl's disappearance, klaxons going off in the middle of the night...
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As for the girl, the more time that grows the more likely that they are searching for a body, and not a girl. Nick is not looking forward to his first homicide investigation, "I'll let you know if I find anything, and don't worry... I'm no hotdog." He won't try and do anything overly heroic... or stupid.
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