[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=f26522]Anisa Crowe[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/da13e500d440acbb12685812ba3e53c0/tumblr_mopokr6jzI1qd7fc3o6_250.gif[/img][hr][b][color=f26522]Location:[/color][/b] Lady Luck: Table Main Room
[b][color=f26522]Skills:[/color][/b] Jack-Of-All, Recruiting[hr][/center]
	
	Looking over at Jackie from the top of her shot glass, Anisa quirked a brow at the womans card request. The liquid burned slightly as it crawled down her throat. Hissing slightly she turned over the glass and let it back down on the table before running her tongue along her bottom lip, getting the last dram of whiskey from it. Then a curl tugged at the corner of her lips and she chuckled, then it grew into a more solid laugh. Apparently whatever had affected Harper had snuck into Anisas blood as well. Was something happening to them to make them see or hear things that they were finding funny but others had no idea about? They had been on the ship longer than the rest and Harper had been the first on the ship while Anisa had finished the deal. Was there a gas leak?

	Anisa felt a few tears slip out as she laughed and wiped them away with the back of her hand. [color=f26522]"Go fish!"[/color] she was finally able to choke out. The words made the laughter come out even more. The entire things was hilarious to her. She had no idea who this Fitz character was and on principle alone she probably wouldn't hire him even if he was the best in the verse because of Daphne but this woman had something about her she liked. There was something about her she didn't like as well but the like out weighed the dislike and for Anisa to admit to herself that she liked anyone took a lot. 

	Or maybe it just took a good game of Go-Fish. Others had found the game wonderful in horrid circumstances. There was the fabulous tale of Froggy and Dick Play Go-Fish During The Apocalypse that was a childhood favorite of hers growing up. Froggy and Dick had many a great adventures together but Go-Fish was always the best of those Golden Books. Screw Elmo and the Monster at the End Of the Book - Froggy and Dick for life!
	
[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=gray]Jahosafat Moreau[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i0.wp.com/www.goodtrashmedia.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/wildwildwest.gif?resize=245%2C197[/img][hr][b][color=gray]Location:[/color][/b] Lady Luck: Main Room
[b][color=gray]Skills:[/color][/b] Social Sciences (Psychology), Carouse[hr][/center]

	Jahosafat rested his hands on the banister and looked out on the crowd below, paying particular attention to the crew he was now a part of and grinning broadly at them. [color=gray]"I dare say they are the most peculiar group of cohorts. This must be what the great Jane Goodall felt like when she immersed herself with the  chimpanzees and was able to observe up close and on a personal level their familial patterns and hierarchy. At the rate they are going it is good we are here old man. They need a messenger of peace if I ever did conclude."[/color] Yes, that was exactly what this whole situation was like. He was Dr. Goodall watching the lower life forms who were not as able as he and his hetero lifemate were. He was with them now but he would study them and be their peace bringer. Show them the way of Faraday, how to better themselves. They would never be on the same level as he and Foy were, one could not change their true self but they could be taught the most rudimentary of things. 

	[color=gray]"I say in honor of your newest Foy'er we should celebrate accordingly. There would be only one tune that drifts to our ears and makes our feet tap in a jocular manner enough to fully encapsulate the feeling of utter joy that comes with the opening of such an establishment."[/color] Jahosafat clapped his hands together and rubbed them vigorously. Oh yes, he had a song in mind. A dueling song, a song of Faraday, of Coiffeur! And by extension, himself. Turning his head he locked eyes with Foy and his grin broadened even more, his pearly whites glaring in contrast to his ebony skin. [color=gray]"Mustache!"[/color] he exclaimed before turning his attention back to the group blow as Foy pointed out one small hitch in this idea. 

	[color=gray]"So that is the minx in which absconded from your sight. Yes, she does in fact owe you a dashing pair of Madisons, and a matching ascot for the inconvenience. It would be the least she could do yet I wonder what perchance had her digging around the previous vessel. Few things would have caused her to sneak on one would think. Oh yes, I must speak with this one, back on the clock it is my dear sir. Do lead the way,"[/color] he said motioning towards the stairs with a flamboyant sweep of his hand. [color=gray]"After you."[/color]