[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#4dffa6]Dorothy Pender[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/dde661389331ea75740a4e6657bc0212/tumblr_inline_nm9gdxOF3y1rrrkde.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: the Foy-er ---> Her Quarters ---> Cargo Bay[/center][hr][hr]	Dorothy rolled her eyes slightly at Atticus at the prospect of another copy of the Bible. Had there been time, she would've gone out of her way to chuck a biology text at his head. It was the way the pair of them tended to communicate. And even with the tragedy a few days back, it seemed that some things never changed. At Foy, she forced a bit of a smile, having not yet trusted the man with her hair. 

	[color=#4dffa6]"Official intent, yes,"[/color] Dorothy replied, nodding a bit as she stepped into the Foy-er. [color=#4dffa6]"Consider this your official reminder: anything that's Alliance brand, can't keep it. Anything that could be identified as Alliance, can't keep that either. Nothing that could be used to track us or identify us."[/color] Her eyes swept around the Foy-er, noting that the man had already been in the process of packing. [i]Good.[/i] One less crisis for her to deal with. She had finally decided on Daphne's punishment and her sister was nowhere to be seen: cleaning the new ship from top to bottom. Dorothy didn't care if it was already spotless when they purchased it. It was an exercise in discipline.

	[color=#4dffa6]"I'll be going around an' checking to make sure everything's in order,"[/color] Dorothy added. She then paused awkwardly. [color=#4dffa6]"I'll be in the cargo bay if you need anything."[/color] She then gave a curt nod of farewell and turned around to leave the Foy-er. The sooner everything was in order, she figured, the better things would be. Everyone on the ship had been notified to not bring anything Alliance brand with them, no matter what. She made her way back to her own quarters and grabbed her own bags, already packed, with nothing Alliance brand remaining in them. Hoisting them over her shoulder, she made her way to the cargo bay, and set her possessions down with the other. They were neatly labeled [i]Dorothy P. - Personal Items.[/i]
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=8882be]Fitz Townsley[/color][/h1][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/4116755647078b0b32f50075349a3202/tumblr_ooeohhBv0Z1s9h0fco1_400.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Town[/center][hr][hr]	Fitz was looking around at the large crowds in the town, lost in his own thoughts simultaneously. Unlike the University of Osiris, where he knew pretty much every soul in the engineering department, he knew no one here. His nervous stammer had been coming out more and more, making it almost impossible for him to purchase the items he needed to continue on traveling. His last ride had left him here at Newhope, no longer welcoming passengers as they continued on. It wasn't his fault--it was just the end of the line. 

	He glanced down at his friendship bracelet, made entirely out of wires, and smiled a bit. He had some good memories from the University, of course. But his daydreaming was cut short, as he collided head on with a short brown haired girl. [color=8882be]"Oh my g-goodness, I'm so s-sorry,"[/color] Fitz stammered, having dropped his bag in the process. He bent down to pick it up, knowing that thievery was to be expected in these parts, and looked uneasily up at the girl he'd knocked into. 

	[color=8882be]"A-are you alright?"[/color] Fitz asked, fidgeting with his hands and eventually putting them both on the strap of his bag. He didn't even notice Daphne's stalker. [color=8882be]"I-I'm Fitz--engineering,"[/color] he added, introducing himself awkwardly.