[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]

	It seemed that Foy was quite the conversational centerpiece. Ordinarily, he much preferred it that way. He was a Gentleman of Standing and Professional Endeavors, educated and highly trained in his fields of expertise. It was only natural that others look to him as an example. And if not, well, the anthill always needed worker drones to keep the necessary but untidy odds and ends running smoothly. Philistines, yes, but necessary. This occasion was beginning to differ from most, however. The mention of his dear, sweet, innocent sister was offputting, mostly as her good name was being besmirched by the present holder of his contract for the foreseeable. Tact might be necessary, and not only because he had failed to bring his sixguns with him. 

	[color=f9ad81]"My dearest Captain, I have the fullest comprehension of your agitation and unrest, given that there are some persons who have suffered a wrongful situation to which she was party. I must pose a query, after which I shall make you an offer: Was she not with her husband at the time; a Mr. Maverick? Understand, I know their family well and respect their lineage. Despite breeding and resources, Mr. Maverick is a cad of the highest order, having been disowned by his people for... well, for reasons they may disclose were one to ask [i]them[/i]. Suffice it to say, he utilized my brilliant yet impressionable sister's head for mathematics for his own nefarious ends. Your quarrel is with [i]him[/i], I should imagine. One does not blame the knife for the pain in one's back, madame. One blames the ruffian who impaled it thusly."[/color] 

	Foy straightened his tie with a practiced motion and beamed a gracious smile, one reserved for the purposes of settling the nerves of amateur businesspeople before he got down to it. [color=f9ad81]"However, I would be pleased to discuss representative mediation at a later point. The evening is about recreation, is it not? Let us set a moratorium on business."[/color] Hopefully, the matter would be shelved for a while. If the issue was deemed important enough to continue the conversation by the Captain, then perhaps Foy's greater repertoire of skills and resources should be brought to bear. Again, without the use of sixguns. One must maintain an element of civilized discourse among the uncivilized, where it was ever so much more important. 

	But speaking to the point of what was considered civilized, hearing aloud Mei's assumption about their political and/or military standing gave him quite a bit of mirth. Foy attempted valiantly to suppress a full laugh, instead allowing only an arrogant sounding snort to escape. [color=f9ad81]"Ho hooo, madame. I do not speak for the rest of my associates, though I can attest from personal experience that whilst the Alliance provides opportunities [i]most[/i] lucrative, they often lack imagination and frequently become melancholic. To phrase simply, they are [i]boring[/i]."[/color] He looked to the woman across the table pointing at him, [color=f9ad81]"But as for you..."[/color] he began, pulling a dramatically oversized straightrazor from his belt. He made a quiet showing of quietly tending to a manicured thumbnail with the wicked looking blade before looking into Jacqueline's eyes with a smile, stating flatly, [color=f9ad81]"I am the vessel's [i]Barber[/i], madame."[/color] His smile and knowing look implied much more. 



[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]

	Harper gave notice to the goings on at the table, mostly the conflicting bits of personality that made for an interesting source of tension. Were his fate not directly tied to that of his new crew, he might consider this situation entertaining, albeit a little cliched. Still, compared to his last semi-permanent residence, it was actually quite civilized conversation. Subtle, even. Life outside of the Halo could still be very treacherous for that reason, though he doubted that reprisals for actions taken with this bunch would be remotely as personal, nor motivated by survival. Those habits based upon survival were nonetheless difficult to break, such as his own internal sense of a building situation. 

	Whether or not that situation was happening now, Harper felt the need to break things up a little bit. He was not quite the verbose type that Foy was, preferring to work with a touch more in the way of subtlety. Setting up metaphorical dominoes to tip over later, or taking action indirectly if at all possible. Indirect action was exactly what he had in mind at that moment, preferably in a way that removed himself and another point of [i]dram[/i] from the table, hopefully to change the dynamic and allow the conversation to progress naturally to another series of topics that had nothing to do with where he was from, what he was doing with this crew, anyone getting thrown out of an airlock, nor anyone else getting terminated and/or shot. 

	He studied those present at the table. There was much he didn't know about these people; the ones he knew best he had met only a handful of days ago. He could only use what he had personally observed. The newer people were right out. Not only were they the ones asking most of the questions, he knew nothing of them. Dorothy and Jahosafat had left the table, presumably to make their own noise elsewhere. And then there was Daphne. The girl was a source of attention, despite her unwillingness to initiate or contribute to the ongoing discussion at the table coupled with her seeming indifference to events unfolding around them all. Then there was the Captain. Anisa was [i]definitely[/i] drawing attention, most of the reasons for which Harper actually agreed. He wasn't as happy with the methods she used to communicate her displeasure, though her ways were not his. Obviously. He did notice the glance in his direction with accompanying smirk, and decided to take a calculated risk. 

	[color=008080]"Ma'am? I don't know about you, but my baozi is a little too hot. Would you care for that dance now?"[/color] He raised his eyebrows in an attempt to look benign and hopeful. [color=008080]"You might have to lead, if you don't mind. I haven't gone dancing in a very long while."[/color]