[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=008080]William Harper[/color][/i][/b][/h1] [img]http://images.yuku.com/image/pjpeg/f041546f1b728f6f6f828bff34ee80e3af45481.pjpg[/img] [hr][b][color=teal]Location:[/color][/b] Upper Engineering -> Med Bay[hr][/center] The intercom. Was that his name being called? [color=008080]"...gāisǐ de..."[/color][sub]1[/sub] he breathed, interrupted from his engineering meditations by mundane, tedious work. At least, he hoped. Harper's more conspiratorial thoughts noted that he was being summoned to Medical, along with the lady with the blue gloves, whom he had blown off earlier. Maybe they knew something? This could be a problem. The generally confident pilot pushed himself up from the railing upon which he had been leaning and straightened his coat. If he was walking into trouble, he was at least going to be straight and pressed. He smoothed his hair back as best he could with his hands, and took a deep breath. This was nothing. His coding was accurate; double and triple checked. He had personally slammed his files with inquiries, both cursory and invasive. Third party stuff, even. He was solid. Harper had become quite the talented non-person as of late; he would be better off settling into the skin of First Lieutenant William Harper, Flight Officer. And just now, the good Lieutenant was needed in Med Bay, probably for some routine testing and cataloguing, considering that he was very new on the ship. Their findings would match his records, and all would be right in the 'Verse so far as anyone knew. The doors to upper engineering quietly hissed open, allowing the silhouette of the pilot to be viewed by anyone in the upper corridor. His crisp features were next, the second he stepped into the clearer light of the ship. He walked with a direct, cool stride, aiming for the first ladder down, and by means of said ladder, the destination of Medical. As it turned out, he did come across one person in the upper level. Not too far from Engineering, either; a man impeccably dressed in expensive civilian attire, sporting one of the dandiest moustaches that Harper had ever seen. Of course, it was one of the two gentlemen from earlier, on the bridge, who seemed to speak English in a manner that insisted upon itself. Strange choice for a skeleton crew. As he approached, the dandy squared up with him, at least temporarily denying passage. Harper looked at him, he looked at Harper, until finally the Lieutenant broke the silence. [color=008080]"If you will excuse me, I have business on the other side of where you're standing."[/color] His Core upbringing was evident in his diction and accent. It seemed to brighten the man up, and he extended his hand in greeting. [color=f9ad81]"Why, unless my ears deceive, [i]you[/i] good sir are an errant boy of the White Sun, else have taken your formatives there. Come along, how close am I?"[/color] Harper narrowed his eyes at the man, who he noticed still hadn't taken a step out of his way. He turned his head slightly, the physical manifestation of wondering exactly what kind of game this guy was playing. [color=008080]"Osiris. [i]Excuse me[/i]?"[/color] The last bit, though phrased in the form of a question, was stated in such a way as to leave no mistake - he was being told to move. [color=f9ad81]"Oh absolutely, positively, dear sir. My sincerest if I am presenting my demeanor in a manner untoward, of course. I merely desired to get you attention; point of fact to inquire as to your status regarding a little physical assistance. Ah, but wherever did my manners go? You may call me Foy. Foy Coiffeur, if it comes up in polite talk. And you are William Harper. Excellent. Now, I [i]do[/i] require an assist moving some special cargo from the hold up to the Med Bay. What say you, old boy?" [/color] Harper gathered himself, attempting valiantly to keep this conversation as short as possible. The man, Foy, was still holding out his hand, which was grasped by the pilot in return. [color=008080]"Very well. I'm due in Medical right now, but I will meet you in Cargo afterwards. Now, I need you to move."[/color] [color=f9ad81]"Splendid! Yes, yes of course sir. I should be deliriously satisfied with that result, and shall be waiting patiently for you. By your leave, sir."[/color] The gentleman snapped his heels together and stepped to one side, finally allowing Harper access to the rest of the hallway. The Lieutenant nodded silently, and continued down the way. He paused just log enough to get a grip on either side of a access ladder, sliding down the point of descent as if it were a fireman's pole. Obviously, this was a man who was comfortable on ships. Within less than a minute, Harper found himself standing inside of the Med Bay, speaking to the room more than any specific person, [color=008080]"Lieutenant William Harper, reporting as ordered."[/color] [hider=Translations] 1 = Damnit [/hider] [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] Upper Corridor [hr][/center] What a very interesting conversation he just had, and with the new man, as well. It was apparent that he was a man of breeding and education, with a good, solid background. Maybe even one of his kind of people, but that remained to be seen. Of course, more of these conversations were begging to be had. And though he seemed a potentially impressive fellow, Foy couldn't quite shake that the man, William, seemed to be a touch secretive. Well, it was a big universe full of impressive happenings, not all of them grand and fuzzy. He had to have done something horrible to get stuck with this assignment. So long as Harper's past doesn't collide with Foy's own present, he can continue to be as closed off as he wanted. [color=f9ad81]"But that leads to such boring coversation."[/color] he mused aloud. Well, a moment or so to spare before getting things ready below. Maybe he'd see how Dr. Knochengeiger was doing, holed up in the Out-Of-Service restroom. Foy trotted up to the door, still bedecked in the diagonal red banner proclaiming the lack of confidence engineering had in the small room, and rapped his knuckles three times. [color=f9ad81]"Oh, I say... Doctor? Um, Doctor, is everything evacuating satisfactorily for you?"[/color] Silence. [color=f9ad81]Perhaps I could interest Sir in some reading material, or something in the arena of a stewed prune? Really gets your innards moving, those."[/color] Still silence. Maybe he was being ignored. Then Foy realized that he really didn't care about the intestinal workings of the disagreeable man, and was doing this really more in an exercise of irritating the bastard. The fun quickly faded, and the always Dapper gentleman found himself back on his way to the Cargo Hold. Things to do, you see.