[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=4dffa6]Dorothy Pender[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/aoq9dqhq9/tumblr_njqfum5md91r71apmo1_500.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=4dffa6]Location:[/color][/b] Prometheus: Lower Floor: Medical 
[b][color=4dffa6]Skills:[/color][/b] Discipline
[/center][hr]	Dorothy nodded. [color=4dffa6]"Understood, Captain,"[/color] she said in a steady voice, having received Anisa's instructions. She took a breath before opening up a channel to Foy's quarters. [color=4dffa6]"Mr. Foy, please get quarters 8 Top and 8 Top Center ready for new arrivals,"[/color] Dorothy said, before she switched and repeated the same message to the Foy-er. She wasn't sure which location he'd be in, but if he didn't respond to her message quickly, she'd try some of the more common gathering areas - or at least, what she assumed would become common gathering areas on the new (at least to them) ship. 

	She then looked at Jahosafat, thinking over his offer. She had an odd sort of request that she wanted to make regarding Atticus' burial - assuming he wanted to be buried. She wanted to take her most commonly thrown biology book and place it in the tomb with him. While to others it would have seemed childish, Dorothy couldn't help but feel calmed by the thought of it. And of course, she realized Jahosafat was sparing her from having to enter Atticus' quarters, but she'd have to retrieve her medical texts from it at some point. And return the Bibles he had chucked in her room that she hadn't had a chance to return since the move to the new ship. 

	[color=4dffa6]"...Alright,"[/color] Dorothy agreed simply. She then heard Anisa's voice over the comm and really hoped that everyone from the old crew at least would go to the meeting - meaning Daphne. (At this rate, it was like the entire crew had been cursed, dying one by one in Dorothy's opinion). But truthfully, it was because she knew her sister didn't get along with Atticus and Dorothy wasn't sure how to tell Daphne just yet that Atticus, a man she realized she was fond of, had died. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=8882be]Fitz Townsley[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/eeqj5m4k1/image.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=8882be]Location:[/color][/b] Prometheus: Lower Deck: Single Top (7) ---> being carried to Medical
[b][color=8882be]Skills:[/color][/b] None
[/center][hr]	Somewhere, in the land between unconsciousness and consciousness, henceforth dubbed as Fitz-land, the nervous engineer heard a word with a jolt. [i]Reavers![/i] His heart started to pound and he started to flail, vaguely aware that he was being carried somewhere. The vision of Isaac Newton having tea with him vanished and he was staring up at the ceiling of the ship. The word flittered through his mind again. [i]Reavers![/i] And then, then there was the alert - to have all non-medical personal go to the galley! 

	[color=8882be]"Wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-what? R-r-r-r-reavers?"[/color] Fitz stammered. He flailed about so much that he actually caused Jackie and Daphne to drop him, landing on his butt on the floor but he was too panicked to even care. All he knew was that somehow, he had Reavers on the brain. And then with an angry sounding announcement from Anisa - who terrified him - he was beginning to imagine that she was going to [i]feed them[/i] to Reavers.