<div class="floatleft">(https://secure.static.tumblr.com/4032fe943b9cd22179a594bfa078493c/hzro8zk/37En9dsgo/tumblr_static_tumblr_static__640.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2nd,  Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Breakfast Nook, First location <br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Zip up hoodie and cut off shorts over blue bikini<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Javier | Closed <br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Game on.</span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Fresh from a long hot shower that had relaxed and soothed her, Charlie was still feeling the effects of the runner's high she'd induced through a challenging run on the beach. She'd woken early with thoughts of snuggling back in--especially if her roommate were up for a cuddle--but in the end she'd gone against that instinct to get up and out of her room. She had no doubt she'd find a cuddle buddy to occupy stretches of this vacation so there was no need to fall into such a trap already. Besides, being out for the sunrise was another thing to add to her mental scrap book of memories. Not that she wasn't making plenty of those.<br/><br/>The call for food was a strong one today. Normally a protein shake and some fresh fruit kicked off her day but she'd be happy enough to eat whatever was on hand that she didn't have to wait excessively long for. So coming down to the kitchen she bypassed the staff that lingered after a simple request. A short few minutes later, with bowl in had she headed out to the breakfast nook to find a seat.<br/><br/>At first the clue was missed. Reaching into her bowl of fruit she'd plucked up a few pieces before she gave the napkin more than a glossed over look. Part of her wondered who would dare be so messy in this place as to leave their napkin behind but then she thought of her roommate and laughed. Turns out it was very likely that someone had left something behind. That was enough to dismiss the napkin altogether but as she went to move on to looking elsewhere, she realized there was writing on the thing.<br/><br/>Curious, Charlie drew her legs up and folded them beneath her in the chair. About that time someone else came bopping down and she pipped up with a warm 'Good Morning' even as she claimed the napkin and it's message. The other employee--a girl she recognized from her ship in fact--passed into the kitchen beyond and Charlie popped a piece of pineapple in her mouth before looking down at the... drawing and brief message? No. Not so much a message as it was a time?<br/><br/>In the few minutes it took her to finish off her breakfast, Charlie considered. Did the drawing have an actual meaning or was it more of a doodle and then a note that someone just left behind? Various options for the origins flashed into her head but in the end, rather than say anything to anyone she decided to figure it out for herself. Why not? It wasn't like she had a schedule to keep or any sort of plans. Snagging the arm of a passing staff member, Charlie pulled the young man close and flashed him a smile. He smiled back and came willingly all so she could press against him and lift his arm in a way that would allow her to see his watch. <br/><br/>Some minutes later, after a little bit of poking around and some flirting, Charlie arrived outside of the very closet she believed to be pictured on the napkin. The time, which she checked on the watch she had borrowed, seemed to be about right. Was she just being silly? Probably but there was no denying the edge of anticipation that sped her heartbeat and had her reaching to open the closet door. </span>