[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=f9ad81]Foy Coiffeur[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/de/32/ca/de32ca1bb56ed12e256aa147a7a911c4.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=f9ad81]Location:[/color][/b] Prometheus (Galley)
[b][color=f9ad81]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]

        It was surprising to Foy that he was ever so slightly shocked by the news. He was no stranger to death; one might even say he had a career based upon the concept, but that was all it was, a [i]concept[/i]. The dapper gentleman had functioned quite effectively as an Agent of the Alliance, and prior to this an officer in the Alliance Military. People under his command had died, as what happens in armed conflicts. Orders he gave led directly to the deaths of others. And he had shuffled off many from this, their mortal coil, on a very personal level at the behest of others. One would even call his indifference to the whole thing borderline sociopathic and not be incorrect. But this was different. 

        Despite the glaring flaws in the man's parentage and upbringing, Foy found that he genuinely liked the guy. Oh sure, for all he knew, the esteemed Shepherd Pearson was raised by a pair of derelict slum dwellers, living off of government sponsored social charity programs and recycled soy; the only reason why he did not share a similar fate was because he was somehow able to join the priesthood. But Atticus was part of a group bound by something other than contractual obligation. It was a thing that which Foy was inexperienced, outside of family. Well, and Dr. Moreau. 

        Well, disreputable as he might have been, from Anisa's accounting of the situation his replacement was far worse. And he was given the galling task of readying her room, plus an extra. With surprising tact (at least to begin), Foy addressed the Captain. He was a gentleman, after all. [color=f9ad81]"Madame, you possess my clearest and most unadulterated sympathies for the unexpected mortal transcendence of your dear friend and trusted crewmember, Shepherd Pearson. I should flatter myself were I to assume that my presence would offset the burden placed upon you [i]or[/i] your ...fine vessel... Yet I remain ever at your service in the meantime, Captain Crowe."[/color] Foy made the motions of  straightening his tie, even though it was impeccable, and continued, [color=f9ad81]"To that end, I have preference toward resuming my duties in preparation for the arrival of this new jewel in the crown of Prometheus... Bridgette, you say?"[/color] He motioned to the exit with an outstretched arm, [color=f9ad81]"If it is permissible, Madame?"[/color]



[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=ff4500]Bridgette Vinters[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/b35179ba-b0d7-43f9-9095-3a02af466c66.png[/img][hr][b][color=orangered]Location:[/color][/b] Newhope Docks (In front of [i]Prometheus[/i])
[b][color=orangered]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]

        Bridgette giggled at her little brother's antics and gave his shoulder a playful shove. He wasn't particularly funny, but he was so naively endearing that she couldn't help but laugh. [color=orangered]"Hey thanks, Cyril."[/color] she said in gentle, dulcet tones, [color=orangered]"I feel a lot better now. Let's go."[/color] She threw back the cup of tea and said a quick goodbye to the proprietors of the stallfront eatery, capping it off with, [color=orangered]"...yeah, sure! I'll come back here the next time I'm stuck on Newhope. You guys're awesome! Just, [i]tell a girl what the fuck you're feeding her[/i],"[/color] her voice turned dead serious before immediately veering back to head-bobbing, lunatic cheerful, [color=orangered]"Okay?"[/color] Momentary shock hit the lady behind the counter as she slowly slid a container of rice pudding across to Bridgette. The surly Shieldmaiden flashed her a smile, carefully accepted it, and left the establishment in her rearviews. 

	The approach to the ship was careful at first, Bridgette wasn't completely sure what a Dragonfly Class Vessel looked like. She had to take out her terminal to verify the docking site and ship register just to make sure. So when Cyril asked if the vessel was their new home, Bridgette was confident when she responded in the affirmative. [color=orangered]"Helvete ja, baby brother. For at least six months."[/color] She was concerned with how Cyril would be accepted by the crew, obviously. The puppet show was going to be a hurdle. That was a concern on the immediate. Bridgette herself was another matter. Much of what made her [i]her[/i] these past years left its own mental scarring. A lot of it. Anisa had only ever worked with her on the short-term. She was going to see a whole new side of Bridgette Vinters, Shieldmaiden of Borr. In time. 

	So much as she wanted to disagree with that fucking sock puppet, it did have a point. Instead of addressing the errant bit of altered laundry, she cocked her head to the side to look at her sibling directly. [color=orangered]"Doesn't look like anyone's on the Bridge."[/color] It was a guess, more than anything else. It wasn't like Anisa to invite someone over and leave them standing on the doorstep. [color=orangered]"I'll send a wave. They don't answer, I'm hucking bricks at the fucking windows."[/color] She keyed up a message to the ship from her cortex terminal and tried to make it as professional as possible: [color=orangered]"What the solid [i]fuck[/i], Anisa? You putting the spurs to that slim piece of man-meat and can't crack a door for a bitch? Huh? [i]Open up, please[/i]!"[/color] She repeatedly tapped her index finger on the camera's transparent lenscover for effect, then started staring at the main cargo door of [i]Prometheus[/i]. 


[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=008080]William Harper[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s3.amazonaws.com/images.yuku.com/image/pjpeg/f041546f1b728f6f6f828bff34ee80e3af45481.pjpg[/img][hr][b][color=teal]Location:[/color][/b] Prometheus (Galley)
[b][color=008080]Skills:[/color][/b] Computers [hr][/center] 

	The news seemed to hit different people differently. The newer people that joined up the previous evening didn't appear to take this impromptu meeting as much more than an information dump, a briefing like any other. Harper did his best to study these reactions to better get an idea about these people. He was impressed with the way in which Anisa set aside her personal feelings and got the job done. And it was a hard task, making the announcement like she did. 

	Circumstances had turned Harper into a lightly paranoid, partially unhinged man of admirable formal education. But at the core of it all, he was a survivor. And if he was going to survive for the next two years, which was an important step in his master plan entitled "How Not To Die and/or Get Sent Back To That Unregistered Alliance Penal Colony", he had to play it smart. Staying off the grid was a big part of it, and his best bet to do [i]that[/i] lay with this woman, who he had been slowly beginning to realize was just as human as the rest of them despite her ability to be a massive hardass. It was just her way of surviving, he figured, the same way he was trying to. He had put his trust in this woman, and so, he had to put his trust in her choice of crew. That step of faith was about to be tested. 

	The comm in Harper's ear gave a quiet, telltale chirping sound, alerting him to an incoming wave on the Bridge. He was about to let Anisa know about the incoming message when it began sounding inside of his skull with full, auditory clarity. Apparently he forgot to add a line of code somewhere. Regardless, the message indicated that their new crewmember was here, in the angry, resplendent glory that he had witnessed from her earlier communication. Harper shook his head, sighing. This was what they were waiting for. As soon as the dandy Barber finished requesting to be dismissed to see to some other duty, he cleared his throat and spoke. [color=teal]"Ma'am? Pardon the interruption please. Miss Vinters has arrived and is requesting permission to board."[/color] [i]In the most ass way possible[/i]. [color=teal]"If you want a chuckle, check the wave later. She's right outside of Cargo, Ma'am."[/color]