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[hr][center][color=dimgray][b]Location:[/b][/color] Prometheus, Outside Foy-er -> Med Bay [/center][center][color=dimgray][b]Skills:[/b][/color] [color=f9ad81]Athletics (Coordination)[/color], [color=008080]Athletics (Endurance)[/color][/center][hr][hr]

	This was not the first time that William Harper and Foy Coiffeur stood on opposite ends of a heavyish load, moving something from Point A to Point B. Last time, it was a straight shot up the length of a larger vessel, from the cargo hold to the lounge area at the fore. Be it a longer walk, it was straight and even, in a wide corridor with plenty of wiggle room. This ship was admittedly smaller, more homey in nature, and it was not built exclusively for warfare. In this instance, it meant that moving about the ship occasionally required a less than direct path. 

	Take for example their present burden to move. Both men were from the [i]I.A.V. Retribution[/i] initially, before the crews merged, meaning that they were recently acquainted with the good Shepherd. And while they were not exactly friends, there was an underlying set of motivating influences that prompted the two very different men to move with the utmost of dexterity and grace that they could muster. Harper's dexterity and grace really came to him mostly when he had his hands were occupied with tools or upon the console of a ship. But he could keep sustained activity up for a long, long time if necessary, and under adverse conditions. Foy, on the other hand, seemed to be agility personified. As the two men made the lift, elevating the ailing preacher from the floor by means of the pilfered lid, Foy took the lead. He turned to check the direction they intended to go, looked back to Harper, and leaned forward with the words, [color=f9ad81]"At the trot then, Lieutenant? There's a vigorous fellow..."[/color]

	Harper dutifully lifted his end of the large lid, shrugging off the interesting and vaguely insulting series of words that seemed to perpetually flow from the impressively manicured man, focusing directly on the work in front of him. On the one hand, he needed to get this guy to the infirmary as quickly as possible. On the other, Harper had no intention of letting the man fall off of the board. So as Foy stepped as lively as he could while still maintaining a clean press to his very expensive trousers (which was actually quite impressive), Harper resolved to steady the man's trip. 

	In this case, the "trip" started off with a short hustle to the fore. The nearest stairs were in the other direction, but they were a much smaller, spiral set. There was a much more suitable set of stairs ahead of them, however, that led to Cargo. Cautioned haste propelled them toward and down the metal steps, after which a prompt backpedal had the unlikely pair hustling Atticus toward the aft. Had the Foyer and Medical been on the same floor, it would have been a fifteen foot journey. Instead, this seemingly simple operation took them up one part of the ship, back down the other, and finally to their intended destination. 

	As soon as Atticus was loaded quickly and carefully upon the exam table, Harper breathed a sigh of relief and got the hell out of the way. There were persons of higher and much more appropriate education pertaining to the situation that needed to get closer to the man. Harper was pleased to oblige. Foy likewise stepped out of the way, finding a pleasant spot away from the action by the door. He casually leaned upon it, drew a tiny unguent jar from his vest pocket, and oiled the tips of his very fine moustache with its contents. Harper took a step back, focusing on Anisa for a second or two before he spoke. [color=teal]"Captain?"[/color] he began with a soldier's businesslike tone, in contrast to his tone behind closed doors earlier that morning and even sharper contrast to his tone late the previous evening. [color=teal]"Do you need me here, or would you prefer I gave Medical their space?"[/color]