[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=D8899B]Mei Qiáo[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSxq03OBSbggRo-TD0p0bEEG01ICEJo7lZbz9lPLx3VElSh9xNg-Q[/img][hr][b][color=D8899B]Location:[/color][/b] Prometheus: Galley
[b][color=D8899B]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][/center]

Thankful for the shower and the food, she wasn't about to bring up how awkward and silly she felt with the doctor helping her. It was her own stupid fault for feeling like she would be able to handle dancing on an injured leg. Still, it felt better and she felt reassured after he checked it. She felt comfortable with him around regardless.

She managed to get a decent mediation in as well, something she had been itching to do all night. As she lay in bed, her thoughts raced around a bit before they died into dreams. Calm ones. She had no trouble sleeping and woke up feeling decent. Still, coffee wouldn't hurt.

She managed to find her way around, remembering she wanted to ask the Captain if she would be allowed to roam the ship and explore (for her job, of course). As she entered the Galley, she saw the Doctor himself. Seems she wasn't the only one itching for a cup. [color=D8899B]"Good morning. I hope you slept well?"[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=8E0331]Jacqueline Croix[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/YUbJ8Kyh0nBYY/source.gif[/img][hr][b][color=8E0331]Location:[/color][/b] Prometheus: "Foy"er
[b][color=8E0331]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][/center]

Jackie woke up to a pounding headache. She knew she drank a lot, but the whole night was a blur. She remembered the preacher dude and Fitz and Ditzy Daphne and she remembered playing some stupid game she lost at. Did she flip the board? God, she hoped so, it was so stupid! She hoped Fitz wasn't mad at her. She didn't care what the Ditz thought.

Jackie rolled out of bed and took care of business. Afterwards, she got dressed. She was anxious to get started and proving herself, but she had to find something out first. It bothered her ever since the night before. So she wandered around, asking some idiot where Barber Boy's room was. After being pointed in the right direction (not the only thing he was pointing with either), she made her way to the room.

The man was inside and...talking to himself? Granted, she thought he lost all his marbles, this just cinched it in her mind. She leaned against the entrance, [color=8E0331]"Do you always talk to yourself? And do you get answers back?"[/color] She walked in without an invitation. Did he invite her before? She looked over. [color=8E0331]"Well I'll be damned, you are a barber after all. Color me surprised. And it smells good in here."[/color]

She looked him over before shrugging, [color=8E0331]"So,[b] IF[/b] I were to ask you to work on me, what would you suggest?"[/color]