[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]

	The news that Anisa's run-in with his sister was such a relatively short time ago came as a surprise. Not fully shocking, as she did tend to get around, but surprising. It seemed that it was a small 'Verse after all. Nonetheless, his determination to defend his dear Beatriz ran unabated, even in the face of overwhelming logic. [color=f9ad81]"My beneficent and haberdashered visions of Paradise, Captain! Six months [i]and[/i] alone? Does this [i]Maverick's[/i] nefariousness know no bounds? The brazen effrontery is galling, madame. Simply galling."[/color] Foy didn't figure that he was convincing anyone with his assertions at that point. Nor was he taking it with anything more than cursory concern. She was family after all, but she was a big girl and made her own decisions. Trouble she may or may not get into was her business, and while he would help when he was able and it was applicable, Foy was not her keeper. 

	The entrance of Jahosafat did brighten his mood a bit. The man seemed comfortable with himself, as a Gentleman should; moreover he appeared to have located an amicable local lady upon which to rest his very fine hat while she worked her shiatsu-esque endeavors upon his shoulder. That did not sound like a thoroughly bad idea, though he would prefer the attention of a dispassionate professional masseuse rather than someone edging for the additional fee associated with a happy ending. There was a time and place for all of that, and for the indomitable Foy Coiffeur, this was usually after a mission. 

	Likewise, he did feel the slightest jump of camaraderie when Anisa gave him recognition, be it somewhat misplaced concerning his talents. He did not have the opportunity to work on her yet. He had offered; a pixie cut, as he recalled, though it was a little premature in their relationship for her to trust him with something sharp that close to her neck. Those little details were immaterial to the point, though. Anisa made public intonation that he was part of the crew. Yes, she was a Browncoat; an angry, embittered troublemaker of unremarkable origins who very likely made less money in a year than he did in a week, but she was his contract holder and she just included him in her own version of solidarity. It was noticed. Foy gave her a prideful smile and nod of his head, then deferred to his friend, Jahosafat. 

	[color=f9ad81]"I concur, Dr. Moreau. I am not overly set into motion by this music, personally. Mayhap our talents would be better placed upon the floor after the mood of the evening alters somewhat. To wit, sir! To wit I believe that a touch of repast and a hand or two of cards might be appropriate for the meantime."[/color] Noting that Anisa and Harper were leaving the table, the Captain leading the Pilot by his hand and issuing threats involving his rectum and her footwear, he continued, [color=f9ad81]"It appears that the dealer has vacated the table. Dr. Moreau, would you do the honors?"[/color] He looked to Mei, eyes narrowing but voice still cheerful, [color=f9ad81]"To use the gambling parlance, [i]'daddy need a new pair of shoes'[/i], Miss."[/color]  

	[color=f9ad81]"Whatever shall we discuss as we play?"[/color] This last part openly to the table. 



[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 looked upon the growing scene with disbelief. His intent was to lay low for a good, long while. Stay on the fringe. Get noticed for his abilities, not for his past. Sure, someone had to know the truth about him; for this to work he had to settle into a group and blend in, a model of mutual benefit. As he looked around the table, staring into the faces of the people with whom he would be living and working, he began to wonder if this was all a huge mistake. The only major benefit of this arrangement so far is that, in horrible, stark irony, he looked the [i]least[/i] like a target. Further irony, he wondered if that was going to make him stand out. 

	Well, it was too late now to consider the greater implications of the scenario as Anisa had his hand and was leading him away from the table. She was the one who he had confided in when the crews first merged, and for good or ill, his fate was bound to her for the meantime. It also meant that he could confide in her, where he could not confide in the rest of the crew. Little excuses like this would make for opportunities to do just that, even if they weren't exactly the fastest of friends. 

	That last sentiment was echoed in Anisa's warning concerning stepping on her shoes. In his best Lieutenant's voice, he answered with a sarcastic, [color=008080]"Aye aye, Captain. And when do we start training for [i]that[/i]?"[/color] He did greatly hope that the little overstep didn't turn into an "airlock" moment.