[quote=@Sigil][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] Newhope - Lady Luck
[b][color=008080]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][/center]

It was an interesting point for Harper to note that, while Anisa's actions might seem highly irrational, it made perfect sense to him. Removing sentimentality from the equation, the decision to remove Daphne from service but not the ship gave her an opportunity to rebuild a rapport with the Captain while removing responsibility to her directly. In addition to keeping the sisters together, it forced Dorothy to take on that responsibility and direct her sibling accordingly. It allowed for hope, if executed in the most ass way possible. But that seemed to be the way things occurred in this part of the 'Verse. As Captain, Anisa could not be seen as weak or ineffectual. Such things were excellent ways to lose a crew, or worse, lose a ship entirely to them. Harper was a dutiful survivor, or so he hoped. He wasn't a hundred percent on which side he would take if something like that happened, though from the looks of things, that wasn't likely at all.

Another interesting point for Harper to note was that, with his presence, Anisa seemed keen on observing how the rest of the crew reacted. Especially Daphne. There were people on board that could fly the boat, no problem, but it he and the younger pilot had a similar, extremely useful skill set. Harper personally handed Anisa the equivalent to a personnel file on himself; she knew what he was rated to do and the extent of his education. The rest of the crew figured him for a "presumed dead" Alliance Fleet Officer pilot (or at least he hoped), but even that should have been taken as a threat to job security for one or two from the Vengeance crew, responded to by increased willingness to toe the line or at least trip him up somehow. Neither of those things happened. If anything, a singular and pervasive apathy took hold, followed by varying degrees of insubordination.

There was no way that Anisa could have accepted Fitz into the crew - not right then, and not until something fundamental about the situation changed. If she were to do so, it would give the appearance that the woman she just dismissed was [i]right[/i] in her actions overall and rightly challenged the authority, even in a small way. Tiny cracks led to big holes, which were deadly out in the Black. This might work out for the applicants, in his estimation. [i]Might[/i], but right now all they could be were drinking buddies. And to be honest, Harper really didn't feel like drinking.

Harper was sorry that all of that had to happen; there was no trace of dishonesty there. Many unpleasant things needed to happen to get a good, trustworthy crew underway, and not every aspect of managing a staff revolved around friendship or leniency. Naturally, this internal thought process was entirely based upon what he had gleaned about the Captain over the course of the past week or so. He could be completely off about the situation, throwing his own slant into a scenario where he wanted to find a sense of belonging.

These were matters that had already been settled for now. Harper was not in a position to alter them, even if he thought doing so was prudent. Instead, he nodded to the Captain's request to keep himself available, intoned a quiet, [color=008080]"Yes ma'am."[/color] and turned his thoughts to other matters.

Two main objects of his attention held more sway at the moment, and be did [i]not[/i] mean the two dandies from Farraday that had re-graced the table with their presence. No, the lady that Anisa was addressing who apparently had been the cause for excessive dram earlier that day was one. This seemed highly irregular. He wasn't about to make comment, merely scope it out with an eye geared toward skepticism and see what developed. The other matter was a heaping plateful of Baozi, cabbage, and basil-infused legumes. Carefully, he broke open the top of the delicately steamed bun to reveal the yummy barbecued pork within and, only as mannered as the setting dictated, tore into 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] Newhope - Lady Luck
[b][color=f9ad81]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][/center]

Being as they had arrived to their chosen destination, Foy uncoupled his arm from Jahosafat's and used the opportunity to tip his very fine hat and exclaim, [color=f9ad81]"I take to my dear friend and associate's assessment of the hour's events with unmatched and certain agreement. It was an invigorating display of assertive Captain-ing, if ever there was one displayed. I have significantly less regret now concerning my decision to take contract with this fine lady."[/color]

Foy spun his bowler from his head with a flourish, setting it upon the table in front of an open space. [color=f9ad81]"But wherever are our manners, dear sir?"[/color] he queried, looking to Jahosafat. [color=f9ad81]"We've new people in our midst, ergo introductions must greet them, and forthwith! If grace would move you to permit, I would ask the honor of the initial, my good sir? Saving the best for last, of course."[/color] He gave an agreeable nod in his friend's direction, then took in the faces and details of the people he did not know at the table.

[color=f9ad81]"Apologies for interrupting such a riveting occasion. I am Foy Coiffeur, of the notable Farraday Coiffeurs (you may have seen my visage upon various jars of ungent or follicle elixir), and this dapper individual is Dr. Jahosafat Moreau, Gentleman Rapscallion and Medical Officer of our merry band of troublemakers and ne'er-do-wells."[/color] As Foy spoke, he made his way over to Mei's chair and rested his hands upon the back of it, drumming lightly with his thumbs.

The unfamiliar blonde lady's comment on Jahosafat's peculiarities of speech was noted by the proper, moustachioed man, who responded thusly: [color=f9ad81]"I assure you, madame, that persons of breeding and taste from the Noble Moon of Farraday speak in this manner; though I daresay toward the affirmative, in comparison to the rougher tongues of the Border and Rim, our habits of diction and verbal etiquette are magnificently poetic. My own family and tutors were singularly austere in matters of verbiage."[/color]

Foy smiled and looked down at Mei, considering his options. In the end, he simply stated, [color=f9ad81]"It is a pleasure, of course. You must save me a dance later; we may discuss ...[i]current events[/i], madame."[/color]
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[quote=@Morose][hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=4dffa6]Dr. Dorothy Pender[/color] & [color=8882be]Dr. Fitz Townsley[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s13.postimg.org/pbhyy3wgn/ezgif-2-a33e327eb6.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=4dffa6]Location:[/color][/b] Lady Luck's 
[b][color=8882be]Skills:[/color][/b]
[/center][hr]Dorothy smiled slightly in relief as Anisa indicated that she would be fine to go and get some air. To say that the past week had been trying was an understatement, and unlike others, she didn't feel at ease in Lady Luck's. She felt restless and tense, as memories that she attempted to repress threatened to come back with a vengeance. There had been enough dram without her seeing her father's face in each bartender, regardless as to whether or not they actually resembled him. [color=4dffa6]"Shiny. I won't be long more than a mo',"[/color] Dorothy said, nodding at Anisa before she departed from the table. 

What was she going to do about her sister? While she was grateful that Daphne [i]hadn't[/i] been ejected from the ship, she no longer had a job. She could see two possible outcomes of this situation - maybe even a third. Daphne could grow in maturity and eventually get her job back, yet she felt there was an equal chance that her sister might exhibit even more teenage angst than she had before. There was a third option - there was no reason why Daphne couldn't leave and join another crew. If Daphne left the ship completely, should she follow her? That option may not even come to pass, but already Dorothy felt torn as she exited Lady Luck's and felt the night air on her face. She shoved her hands in her pockets and walked down the street, not caring in particular where she went. 

The tears on her face glistened in the evening light. She stopped on the side of the street and looked up towards the sky, feeling as if she were adrift in the Black. What was she going to do?

Meanwhile, back inside, Fitz couldn't help but smile slightly at the accents of Foy and Jahosafat. He was from Osiris, one of the most influential planets in the Core. The High Court was present there, hearing Alliance judicial cases. And of course, the University of Osiris itself was renowned. While Fitz hadn't seen the 'Verse himself before, he had heard a Faradayan accent before. From what he recalled, Faraday had a bit of a reputation for being one of the more Core minded worlds in the Rim. That didn't mean, of course, that he didn't find Faradayan speech patterns to be a bit verbose. It was like watching a play from Earth That Was - an experience that could not quite be compared to any other. 

He extended a hand to Foy, his fingers shaking slightly. [color=8882be]"D-Dr. Fitz Townsley,"[/color] he introduced himself. [color=8882be]"En-engineering,"[/color] he then added. He would have tagged on that he received his doctorate in engineering from the University of Osiris, but that felt like it would be a bit much. 

Fitz then smiled kindly at Jackie. He deeply appreciated her attempts to advocate for him - but he didn't feel like they were going to work. He was an engineer in his soul. If Plan A didn't work, then it was time to evaluate what went wrong, implement changes, and begin Plan A Trial II. There wasn't any reason why they had to get hired onto this particular ship. Of course, there wasn't any reason why Fitz needed to work either. His family was wealthy and he had the funds to travel as a passenger if he wanted to. [color=8882be]"R-Royus recommended I try in the m-morning to get passage or a job. W-we can go to the docks then."[/color]
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[quote=@BlueSky44][hr][center][color=39b54a]Daphne Pender[/color][/center][center][color=39b54a]Location:[/color] Lady Luck
[color=39b54a]Skills:[/color] None[/center][hr]

Daphne listened to the conversations around her. She wasn't too thrilled that Foy and Jahosafat had returned, but there wasn't much she could do about it. They were an interesting pair, at least in her opinion. With Foy just continuing to spout off his mouth, and talking to Anisa and Mei, it made it easier for her not to say anything at all. From what she knew about him, he spoke enough for everyone else.

She watched her sister leave the table, and contemplated following her. Her sister did not look too good, but from the sounds of it, she wanted to be alone. Daphne didn't think her sister would want to talk to her at the moment anyway, so she left her alone. It was always best to leave her be when she wanted to be left alone. She turned her attention to Fitz, who was starting to talk again as he introduced himself to Foy. He seemed to be doing a little better now that things had calmed down, though at the rate things were going, who knew how long that was going to last. With some woman who had apparently gone snuck onto the ship and now seemed to be getting a job, things just kept getting more interesting, at least to her. She remained silent, just listening to the conversations around her.[/quote]