[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] Newhope Docks (Underground) [hr][/center]

	Foy raised an eyebrow at Dorothy's choice of words for him, given their context. [color=f9ad81]"Un-congeal your puddings, madame."[/color] began Foy, a slightly amused lilt to his voice despite obvious misgivings concerning his footwear. [color=f9ad81]"I am not giving you untoward proposition, of course. Such an act would reek of unrefinement. I bring humor into an otherwise grave situation, Doctor, by means of a comparative of dual meaning; [i]not[/i] petition you plus a heretofore unnamed third party for sweet and euphoric boingy."[/color] And speaking of the three-way corridor, Foy was able to pick up the trail of blood and tracks almost immediately, following it from where they stood, along the rightmost path. The rate at which they went and the change in quality of the trail gave Foy the belief that they were indeed gaining decent ground. 

	As they moved, Foy felt the need to continue speaking, though in somewhat hushed tones. [color=f9ad81]"Consider yourself lucky. Or unlucky, as the case may be. My proclivities gravitate toward womenfolk who are either compensated monetarily for their time, as a guideline, or those who demonstrate the capacity to become marriageable material. We are engaged profesionally, if not contractually. This puts you deftly in the realm of neither."[/color] He really was enjoying himself, for the first time in a while. 

	It was apparent by light and noise filtering in from up above that they had moved much closer to the city proper. Somewhere along the edge, as well as Foy could reckon. It would make for an interesting emergence if they were someplace busy or in the middle of a street, certainly. The dapper man's thoughts went back and forth to this possibility, but then decided to cross that bridge when they came to it. 

	When their search led them to a ladder not too far down the tunnel, Foy observed a heavier staining of blood underneath it and smudges along some of the rungs. The manhole cover was solid above them. Pointing upward, he smiled and stated with a little happiness, [color=f9ad81]"And now we ascend, Doctor."[/color] He wasted no time in hauling himself up the ladder and applying a little pressure to the metal plate blocking their egress from the storm drain. It refused to budge. He put a shoulder into it. Still, no movement of note. Foy could feel the beginnings of a giving way, as the physics might have indicated that the threshold pressure for movement was attained, but was somehow partially blocked off. [color=f9ad81]"Right then. It appears we have a further obstacle. I might employ noisier efforts, unless you have an idea, else we might abscond a handful of meters to the next nearest portal and double back. What say you, Physician?"[/color] 




[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=008080]William Harper[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-joToxLegqZk/UlP_OiXe43I/AAAAAAAAcfs/_sbEOs83YPQ/s400/Peinados+de+hombres+al+estilo+de+Christian+Bale-1.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=teal]Location:[/color][/b] Cargo (and just beyond)[hr][/center]	

	Mixed emotions washed over Harper, a fact that he kept to himself. His presence with Anisa had absolutely nothing to do with his abilities as a Pilot and as an Engineer, it was to get him away from the ship. Ok, fair enough. The presence of unknown persons on board, especially after all of the drama surrounding the impromptu shifting of authority out in the Black. Harper had already decided to let it roll off his back and soldier on. It was the right call to make. 

	Following in step behind Anisa, Harper got the full explanation without making comment. When Anisa was finished, he responded with a flat accent and demeanor. [color=008080]"I see."[/color] He was a little crestfallen, but didn't let it show in his voice. [color=008080]"In the event you need counsel or request my opinion, I'll keep myself on standby."[/color] He followed without volunteering more.