[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=4dffa6]Dorothy Pender[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/4kbzbay69/Imperfect_Nervous_Ant.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=4dffa6]Location:[/color][/b] Prometheus: Lower Floor: Medical 
[b][color=4dffa6]Skills:[/color][/b] Discipline
[/center][hr]	Dorothy wasn't certain if the proper response was to laugh or to cry at that - it was so typical of Atticus and from her recollection, he [i]started[/i] it anyways - and so, she did a small mixture of both. Dabbing at her eyes, she took the rosary and looked at it. She had never held one before in her life, despite seeing Atticus with it from time to time. She ran her hands over the beads, counting them in hopes that there were an even number of them on each "side" before she slipped the rosary into her pocket. [color=4dffa6]"Yes, it was one of the few bibles he [i]didn't[/i] throw at me,"[/color] Dorothy explained quietly. 

	Had it been another day, perhaps she would have taken the time to sit down and explain the entire book throwing fiasco. But at the moment, she wasn't in the mood to discuss her relationship with Atticus to anyone. She didn't want to have to explain the choices she had made - or as she now realized - the time that she had wasted. If anyone came to confront her about what Atticus had meant to her, she was liable to breakdown fully - to let all of the stress she had been holding in out. And of course, even beyond Atticus, there was still the question of what to do with her sister - and if either of them had a future on this ship. [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: Galley
[b][color=8882be]Skills:[/color][/b] None
[/center][hr]	Fitz's eyes widened. He was [i]not[/i] going to puke on her floor! Though just the thought of vomit made him begin to feel a little bit queasy. He was one of those people who if they saw someone spilling their guts out, he was going to be next - no matter how healthy he was. And there was something about that word too - [i]puke[/i] - that made his skin crawl just a little bit. And of course, the more he thought about his aversion to the word, the more his stomach began to churn and Anisa's words were on the verge of becoming a self fulfilling prophecy. 

	However, he didn't fight Daphne dragging him off. His mind glitched or short circuited or [i]something[/i] when she grabbed him by the arm. [color=8882be]"I-I-I d-d-don't n-need m-m-medical..."[/color] he muttered to her, just following along with her. He doubted that medical wanted to deal with him now, anyways, given that Atticus had just died. He had to imagine that the body was still down there and they would have questions to answer still - or at least, preparations to make for burial. He wasn't really sure what the entire process was - but he knew he didn't need medical. He was always like this around new people.