[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=008080]William Harper[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/8400000/John-Preston-christian-bale-8481614-500-375.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=teal]Location:[/color][/b] Retribution, Medical -> Bridge [hr][/center]

	[color=teal]"William Harper, Lieutenant."[/color] he answered Dorothy's polite-but-not-quite introduction. [color=teal]"And trust me ma'am, on this vessel? I'm not the one you have to worry about."[/color] He flashed a quick smile. [color=teal]"She's in good hands, Dorothy. More or less. We should probably speak later, when you have time, ma'am."[/color] This entire situation should have been amazingly stressful for the man, as it was for everyone else, apparently, but for some strange reason, Harper was fully in good spirits. Chipper, even. Minor annoyances of the new "guests" of the Retribution aside, this was turning out to be a very interesting week indeed. Thinking about it, at least in that moment - the worst that could happen to him was that he'd get himself killed. It was preferable to going back to the Halo Mining Colony, or as he preferred to call it, "[i]That Fucking Rock[/i]". 

	Taking an objective look at his own psyche in comparison to the last time he wore an Alliance uniform, Harper began to honestly wonder if the last three years had compromised his sanity. At least somewhat. It was a rather swift reversal of mood; such a thing was not within his character. It didn't used to be, anyway. Maybe he should schedule some quality couch time with a more or less decent head shrinker, which (depending upon how much he chose to disclose) he may or may not have to aerate mercilessly when sessions were over. Yes, that's the kind of thought a sane man would have. Excellent! One step closer to resolving his personal issues. Smiling still, if ever so slightly, He gave the Doctor a quick nod and returned to the hallway. 

	He snapped himself to the side, allowing Daphne's unrestricted departure from Medical, and briskly followed her up to the Bridge. Upon reaching that hallowed destination, Harper motioned to the Pilot's Chair, and took the secondary position for himself. [color=teal]"For right now, you should just familiarize yourself with the control placement. Some controls are a little more ergonomic than others. This ship technically [i]can[/i] be piloted by one person, but secondary systems are better handled by a crew in conjunction with moving space around this girl. Your Firefly, for instance - everything can be accessed from a roomier console. But we've got a hell of a bigger sensor suite in here, internal and external both."[/color] 

	Harper let the newer pilot get a good eyeful, if it was her desire to do so. Otherwise, he kept his voice low and even, continuing his overview of differences between the larger vessel and her more familiar transport ship. [color=teal]"I believe that your Captain wanted me to, in this tutorial, briefly discuss things you should know about this ship now that we're going into our 'night shift'. Today, it's simple. We're on minimum power. Why everything's a little dim. I have the sensors set to passive scans only, with the exception of Proximity Alarms. If we get swept by a long-range, an alarm will go off. He get a weapon or a sensor lock, alarm. Basically, if anything occurs out of place, everyone on the Bridge is going to know, the Captain will know, and..."[/color] Harper reached across the main console, removing a small electronic device he then clipped to the front of his uniform. [color=teal]"And now I will know. You can set this for a shipwide alert, but this will suffice. Proximity alarm is the main one. This goes off, we have a fair amount of time to hoof it or prepare to fight."[/color] 

	[color=teal]"Do you have any questions for me?"[/color] Yeah, it was an odd week. Might as well embrace it. 





[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] Foy-er -> Hallway just beyond [hr][/center]

	Leaving an artist in the middle of creating art seemed frightfully impolite to the Mercenary Barber. The vision of a head of hair only half cut? It irked him significantly. Foy could almost forgive the indiscretion, [i]almost[/i], considering the overabundance of sound coming from beyond the door to his parlor, in the hallway just nearby. The Shepherd had stood up in the middle of receiving a quality haircut and wandered toward the source of the disturbance, stopped, and began muttering something about Jesus. Foy was displeased. 

	The dapper man sighed and set down his scissors, then twirled the tips of his well groomed moustache as he strode the few, tiny steps necessary to put him just behind the man, but with a clear view of the scene unfolding and possible execution about to take place. [color=f9ad81]"My, but isn't [i]this[/i] a fine How-Do-You-Do? I say, Leviticus,"[/color] he started, obviously referring to the priest by one of his Bible's divisions, [color=f9ad81]"That Lady-Captain is quite the ravishingly fiery one, is she not? Your crew, sir, most assuredly provides a stimulating atmosphere within which one may ply one's trade."[/color] 

	A flash of creative inspiration came over the Farraday native. [color=f9ad81]"Ah, Captain Crowe? Now, [i]don't[/i] do anything as rash as taking your eyes off of your intended, madame. It would lead to an unsporting turn, don't you know? I merely wish to relate that, upon seeing your beauteous, sylvan features and sharp cheekbones, not to mention that you are positively [i]fetching[/i] whilst flushed and vibrant with rage, I should adore getting you in my chair, you see."[/color] 

	He was only partially obscured by Atticus, but that part contained a hand that seemed poised to take some manner of action if called upon to do so. Not that he intended to immediately, but while obviously foppish, Foy Coiffeur was no fool. He didn't know this woman, she was pissed, and she had a firearm pointed and at the ready. He would have precious little time to defend himself if she chose another target. [color=f9ad81]"I do believe that you would look absolutely [i]seraphic[/i] with a pixie cut, possibly some highlights? Hmm? Think about it, get back with me when you've a moment."[/color]