[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=f9ad81]Foy Coiffeur[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/3c3411c6-0824-4467-a04b-331c7b1330ca.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=f9ad81]Location:[/color][/b] (in front of) Prometheus - Newhope (Docks)[hr][/center]

	Despite the somewhat depressing circumstance of Foy's status with his business and family, a state that while temporary [i]did[/i] limit his higher-end options, Foy was determined not to let any opportunity fall by the wayside. This was good. It was a public outing, semi-formal at best, where he had an opportunity to make new contacts and associate socially with his close friend and confidant. He would not even let the overwhelming snark of Captain Crowe dampen his mood on this occasion, responding to her with as much genteel optimism as his breeding would allow. [color=f9ad81]"I've not the precognitive clarity to posit the actions of your decadent attire, Captain. I've only the basest of notions that, were your magnificently framed dress (cleaving to you as such) to pen a diary entry, it should contain sentiments of appropriate gratitude indeed!"[/color] 

	Naturally, he could not help but notice the restrained guffawing of the ship's resident Shepherd. He found it curious, really, as to why one would find humor in the application of upper-crust Farradayan manners. It seemed epidemic. The thought occurred to him that maybe, just maybe, additional examples of such matters of etiquette were needed in the man's vicinity so that he might see the light of debonair propriety given silver tongue. Why, it might even be a saint-worthy service. 

	He was about to voice this idea until he remembered that Jahosafat very recently gave a return query after his assessment of Foy's own observations of the scene unfolding, which naturally demanded he answer with humility and grace. [color=f9ad81]"Indubitably, my good sir! You are as the flashy, [i]Proud Peacock[/i] combined with the ambitious hunting instincts of a [i]Mighty Mastiff[/i], sniffing out the boldest and most dazzling of partners to offer your arm!"[/color] He punctuated the various nouns and adverbs of his highly sophisticated rant with highly affirming points and gestures, often stepping closer to the two of them and backing away as the observance of personal space became necessary. [color=f9ad81]"And [i]in sooth[/i], she surely [i]is[/i] likewise just as lucky to have acquired two such as we, [i]jewels[/i] in the crown of her undoubtedly memorable tenure! Though (and you shall have to forgive me, friend of mine), but I daresay to proclaim her a sister might be a minuscule poorly aimed; a cousin perhaps, or better placed as a peer! It may be in bad form to commit one's self to a sibling for what proposes to be a raucous evening of carousing and debauchery, [i]if you take my meaning[/i] sir!"[/color] An exaggerated wink issued from underneath his very fine bowler hat, rather overtly drawing attention to the last few words of his comments. 

	[color=f9ad81]"Ah, but I have desire to be off from this plebeian dockfront and on to the festivities! There's drinks and 'stache-ing to be had; whyever do we tarry?"[/color] 

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=008080]William Harper[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://data.whicdn.com/images/1875529/original.png[/img][hr][b][color=teal]Location:[/color][/b] (in front of)Prometheus - Newhope (Docks) [hr][/center]	

	The look of utter confusion seemed glued to Harper's face as he witnessed the growing conversation between Foy and Jahosafat. It was the look of someone listening to a fully grown adult relate in painful detail the childhood explanation of Where Babies Come From, complete with cabbage patches, storks, and "special hugs", but genuinely believing every word of it. This was a problem that would only get worse with the application of alcohol. God help them all. 

	He took a little hope when Anisa met his eyes. There might be another mostly sane person in the crew. That thought was particularly uplifting to begin with, but the realization that normalcy was indeed the crushing minority threatened to fill him with annoyed depression. This aside, it looked like the crew was mostly all assembled outside of the ship, but still seemed to be waiting on something. A quick head count revealed that their other pilot had yet to arrive. He did hope to have a word or two with her as the evening progressed. There seemed to be an element of hostility he wished to squash; camaraderie between like professionals was far preferable, and alcohol was a fine social lubricant to ease those particular gears along. If she intended to stick with the ship, it might put a damper in his intentions for the evening. Still, reviewing his conversational options otherwise for the venture into Newhope's nightlife, he would be trying like hell to associate with Dorothy, Anisa, and/or a shaded corner with an easy path of egress and a clear view of the main entrances. Large crowds had the effect of making him a touch paranoid, as of late.