[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 heard Foy's long winded acceptance of the job and she pinched the bridge of her nose. Jahosafat had already left the room and she had it to herself. Had she been in the mood, she might have playfully mocked Foy's decadent language with an overly verbose reply of her own, but her friend was dead. While Jackson's death had saddened her and so had Camilla's, Atticus' was hitting particularly close to home. [color=4dffa6]"You were an idiot,"[/color] she finally said, breaking the silence as she stared at Atticus' body. [color=4dffa6]"A gorram drunkard. A man of extremes who dealt in vices and religion. Your lifestyle of indulgence is what killed you, Atticus."[/color]

	But she paused, folding her hands neatly as she fell into a parade rest. [color=4dffa6]"You were like my old man, Atticus. But the thing that set you twos apart was....was that you were just as kind as you were prideful, just as generous and selfless as you were lustful. You were a man of extremes but....you were my friend,"[/color] Dorothy finished, her voice breaking a bit. She took a moment to compose herself again, but a tear had slid down her face anyways. [color=4dffa6]"...I think I cared for you, Atticus,"[/color] Dorothy finally whispered. 

	[color=4dffa6]"Also...Related, but,"[/color] she sniffled, [color=4dffa6]"I guess I win the book war then. Unless you're intendin' on comin' back from the dead to chuck a bible at me. And uh....I think my sister might be dating some boy, could've used you to scare him, blow up his bunk or somethin'....So um...Yeah. Guessin' you've finally learned which one of us was right about what happens after death but uh, for what it's worth...I hope you were."[/color][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: In between Single Top (7) and Medical ---> Galley
[b][color=8882be]Skills:[/color][/b] None
[/center][hr]	[color=8882be]"I-I-I-I th-thought you said there w-w-were no reavers!"[/color] Fitz stammered. He had considered swearing but he had been raised to believe that swearing was impolite. In addition, his mother told him that if he really were intelligent (and not the idiotic one of the twins), he would be able to express his frustrations without swearing. She never said anything like that to his sister, of course, but she was the prodigy. Everything was effortless to her and to Fitz, everything took sweat and determination. He didn't wake up one day understanding engineering. It took years of dedicated study and effort. He gave Daphne a stupid grin, despite still looking pale and terrified, as she pulled him to his feet. 

	However, the instant Anisa made the announcement about medical experimentation, he couldn't help but double time it. He practically ran alongside Daphne. He didn't think the captain was kidding - though he had to wonder what sort of doctor wanted to experiment on live subjects. And then it occurred to him - would the captain kill them first? And [i]then[/i] let the doctor mess around with their corpses? He nearly fainted again at the thought as he took a seat next to Daphne in the galley, hoping that Jackie would keep that from happening to him.