[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] Lounge (Sealed Off) [hr][/center]

	Foy nodded in agreement with Jahosafat's responding monologue as it was going along. The eccentric behavior of the pair of them, particularly when in conjunction with their overly developed vocabulary and propensity toward being overly polite to one another had been thought akin to the antics of a pair of obscure cartoon characters from Earth That Was; similarly behaved talking rodents that went by the vintage monikers of "The Goofy Gophers". Not that more than twelve people in their present solar system had heard of Looney Tunes, let alone viewed the cartoons in question. It could be argued, however, that the antics of said gophers may very well have been a founding influence upon the prescribed behavior or the aristocratic classes of the planet Farraday. That is, if Mr. Coiffeur and Dr. Moreau were any indication. 

	They were certainly two peas in a frighteningly polite, sociopathic pod. Rather than turn their remarkable skills upon another as opportunities of convenience suggested, they were as brothers, thick and thin. Even for tasks as simultaneously piquing and repugnant as this. 

	[color=f9ad81]"Indubitably, my good Jahosafat. I should be honored to present myself as the introductory volunteer for your scientific escapades. Tell me good sir, shall you be utilizing a hypodermic for the purposes of collecting my sanguineous humours, or will a workout of light fisticuffs prove sufficient to get the heart moving, prior to the rupture of a smaller vessel? I assure you, I'm still game either route."[/color]

	Foy checked his very elaborate platinum pocketwatch. It had been a small piece of time since the resident Assassin should have been there. He wondered what the holdup could be. Perhaps she too had found a moderate amount of joy torturing the poor Yeoman, and was reluctant to give up a moment of levity at someone else's expense. Then again, like himself, Carla was every bit the professional. At least that is what he remembered of her, the few times they had worked together. 

	[color=f9ad81]So, shall we transport our savage and unconscious acquaintance back to the Cargo Bay, or is it direct to Medical for the unfortunate reprobate?"[/color]




[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=008080]William Harper[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][b][color=teal]Location:[/color][/b] Upper Engineering [hr][/center]

	Liam tarried in Upper Engineering for a time, enjoying seeing the technical heart of the ship. As the cores rotated, he contented himself to name off the exposed components first as they came into his vision, followed by the internal mechanisms, and finally the basic engine specs. It felt good to be in Engineering again, even if he was just viewing from above. 

	So long as he was up there, he didn't want to bother the guy actually assigned as the Ship's Engineer, so contented himself to examine the readouts and displays located around him. Upper Engineering was good for tourists who knew to keep their hands to themselves. Most of what could be learned, apart from cracking open the engines and looking firsthand, could be gleaned from careful observation and interpretation of the information provided up here. 

	William was at home in this room as he was the Pilot's chair. If they could get a proper terminal network with full blackbox precautions somewhere in this ship, all he would need is a bathroom and a bunk to be happy. For right now though, he contented himself with the comfortable, familiar feel of Engineering. Perhaps later, he'd schedule some time with the guy tending the screws, as it were. Really find out the quirks of this boat. Yeah, maybe once he was a little more comfortable with the rest of the crew. All in good time.