[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=f9ad81]Foy Coiffeur[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://snippetstudios.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/a-million-ways-to-die-in-the-west-640x350.png[/img][hr][b][color=f9ad81]Location:[/color][/b] Prometheus (Galley)
[b][color=f9ad81]Skills:[/color][/b] Perception [hr][/center]

        Foy removed his hat for just a second and effected a curt bow in the direction of the impressively blunt blonde lady. No, not the impressively blunt blonde lady he was with, but the taller one who looked very much like she could take out a prize bull with her teeth and fingernails, albeit at the cost of basic social skills. [color=f9ad81]"Indubitably Madame, my name is Coiffeur. [i]Foy[/i] Coiffeur, and I assume the conspicuous role of Barber aboard this ...fine vessel... among other, more provocative responsibilities as yet to be fully actualized. To put it with a modicum of ambiguity, I provide professional services, of both clandestine and overt nature, for persons who establish predetermined contract for said services. I assume, madame, that we are in fields with some overlap. It is a unique pleasure, of course."[/color] 

        Placing his hat back atop his head, Foy completed the variation of his customary greeting, [color=f9ad81]"Please understand, given the freshness of your contracted presence coupled with your status as member of this crew, should you have need of any of my tradeworthy skills, I remain of course at your service."[/color] A bit flowery of a greeting, considering the first few words she had spoken to him directly contained the phrase "sideways fuck". Be it a rather unexpected occurrence, he was attempting to convey some measure of gentlemanly grace even if it was to specific end. 

        Following the meet and greet, and Anisa's orders to the entirety of the crew, Foy could not help but notice that she had not given assignment to himself nor Jacqueline. He took this as an opportunity to continue their discussion from the deck below. [color=f9ad81]"Addressing your assertion just prior, Miss Croix,"[/color] began Foy, [color=f9ad81]"I shall endeavor to keep this foremost in thought as we set to business. Point of fact, I was rather entangled in the personal task of tending to my munitions when our Captain called upon my more domestic services."[/color] A mischievous smile upturned the corner of his mouth as he continued, [color=f9ad81]"If you truly wish to know more about my purpose aboard [i]Prometheus[/i], aside from my more obvious roles, perhaps you would join me after Anisa briefs the crew?"[/color]


[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=ff4500]Bridgette Vinters[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/1f974da2-83e2-480f-afee-5efba3840999.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=orangered]Location:[/color][/b] Prometheus (Galley)
[b][color=orangered]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]

	The first bit of speech to his Bridgette's ears following her own question as to the nature of the bespoke suited Foy came from the pretty blonde lady coming up the stairs. Apparently, she wasn't alone in her curiosity about the man, nor was she alone in her application of crass speech to express it. [color=orangered]"Aw, why hello, Jackie. Aren't you just a peroxide fucking bombshell?"[/color] she began, using an indeterminate tone that could be interpreted as either tenderness or sarcasm. [color=orangered]"That's just sweet enough to take the feet off a diabetic. It really is. If you're not attached to this guy on the serious, I'd fucking [i]love[/i] to introduce you to friend of mine named Eduardo later o - "[/color] 

	Bridgette was cut off by the appearance of Anisa, who described the dapper moustashioed man as the ship's Barber. She looked at Foy, than back to Anisa, wondering why in the hell a hardass Firefly - check that - [i]Dragonfly[/i] Captain would hire a frivolity like a Barber when she someone running the Rim needed to keep expenses reasonable and her crew multifunctional. Even someone like Harper, though he was on the skinny side, seemed to have professionalism and confident knowledge about him. A good pilot was worth their weight in gold out that way, but a fancy hair-cutting guy? Nah. There had to be more. That thought was dashed away when her soon-to-be Captain walked up to Bridgette and grabbed her into a hug. [color=orangered]"Mmm."[/color] she exhaled, giving her a good squeeze. It was good to see Anisa again. Really good. Bridgette had to hold back a little; since they had seen each other last, the angry Viking lady had gone back to Borr for another termed session with gravitational strength training, and she was like iron. As long as she could keep up the maintenance regimen, Bridgette was a [i]beast[/i]. 

	When she realized that she had kept the hug going for a half-second too long, she quickly let go and switched to brief conversation. [color=orangered]"Well, hey Bitch to you! Ooh, I brought pudding!"[/color] In truth, she really wanted to give the first "Hey, Bitch", but the Captain beat her to it. She nudged the takeaway container toward Anisa, but backed off from additional conversation as she realized that she still had Captaining to do, some of which was directly related to her presence. 

	While other commands were given, Bridgette was bombarded by a series of flowing words, most of which she knew in passing, coming from the Barber who she had recently gathered was named Foy. Among the constant stream of upper crust verbiage were several words and phrases that did identify the man in part, so far as his underlying profession was concerned. Not to mention that his demeanor likely marked him as someone with training from the Core, even if she couldn't place the accent. But what gave Bridgette a mote of concern was the fact that he seemed to know a little about [i]her[/i]. This was something to address later, possibly with a sack of ball bearings. 

	True enough to her words, Cyril was indeed coming up the spiral stairs with a dark complected gentleman, who was introduced as their doctor. She compared Jahosafat to Foy, noting certain similarities in dress and gait. Preparing to say something biting and dripping with sarcasm on the matter, she was cut off by her own sense of ethical obligation the second that Anisa mentioned the Preacher. [color=orangered]"Yeah! Yeah, okay. Fucking hell... hey Doc, while we're at it, I wanna see this Will, huh? I got [i]zero fucking clue[/i] why I'm his primary beneficiary."[/color] Bridgette took up her spear and shield again, allowing herself to be led out of the Galley and back down to Medical. While traversing the room back to the stairwell, she crossed paths with Dorothy, Daphne, and Fitz, giving them a wicked smile and wink as she passed by. Bridgette then turned to her brother, [color=orangered]"Doing good, Cyril. I'll be right back, you stay here until I do, okay bro? Alright..."[/color] 

	As her feet sounded on the stairs, she addressed Jahosafat again concerning Atticus and his final wishes. It could be heard clearly in the Galley. [color=orangered]"I mean, I led him into some [i]freaky fucking horizontal shit[/i] there, but it's not like I was his first or anything, right? Right?"[/color] 

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=008080]William Harper[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/ff4a3222-dad0-4485-bd08-b9967c1344e6.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=teal]Location:[/color][/b] Prometheus (Galley)
[b][color=008080]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]

	Meanwhile, Harper looked on the scene as a man preparing for Purgatory might, rubbing his temples and just hoping that it would come to an end. First meetings were always interesting, as the impressions left would stick with someone, right or wrong, for quite some time. Or until more traumatic events took place to blunt them from memory a bit. Either way, after listening to everyone for a little while, he had to admit that they were certainly an entertaining bunch. Two years in the Black with these people, minimum. It was going to be one hell of a ride. 

	Anisa's last order to him before going into some private council meeting with her Second and former Pilot was to "make sure no one kills anyone". Bridgette was leaving the room with Jahosafat, the Captain and the Pender Sisters were having their own little pow-wow, which left Foy, Jacqueline, the big guy with the sock on his hand, Cyril, and Fitz. Mei was nowhere in sight. And it seemed that any minute, the possibility of violence erupting ebbed and flowed. Though no stranger to combat, Harper figured that the odds were against him if someone decided to actually murder someone else. But usually killings of that nature didn't happen at first meetings. Nope, one had to really take the time to get to know someone before stuffing them into a garbage chute and hitting the release valve. 

	Of course, she could have been mostly kidding about the while thing. Nonetheless, he nodded and gave a reassuring, [color=008080]"Yes, Ma'am. On it."[/color] while leaning against the bar nearby. Damn, but it wasn't dull on [i]Prometheus[/i].