Danvers Lost and Confused

Who: Alan DanversWhere: The Cargo Hold      Alan Danvers opened his eye and prayed to God that the last few weeks had been part of some strange and random bad dream.  He'd lost his way on board the Blue Dwarf during his inaugural steps from the transport vessel and for the previous few weeks his journeying had consisted of wandering the cargo and diesel decks with no real knowledge of how to escape them.    "I should have studied the diagrams in more detail," he'd muttered again and again.  The low level light, coupled with his single ocular extremity made his navigation around the ship's lower levels
exceptionally difficult.    He'd lost hope of finding a quick way out sometime last Tuesday and was now praying that the last seven days of trekking had been northernly as he was nearly certain that there was an emergency access chute somewhere around the 'front' of the ship.    Danvers scratched his stubble and rubbed his eye patch thoughtfully.  Maybe he was in range of Holly by now - he'd not thought to check.    "Holly?  Holly?  Can you hear me?" he called.    The silent reply did nothing to improve his mood.  Danvers opened his mouth, about to say something pitying.  He almost immediately closed it and forged onwards, steely determination fueling his legs and thanking his stars he'd thought to bring his previous ship rations with him in his onboard luggage....(ooc;  hello all, I've been waiting for a moment to join, and I realised that I should just
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