[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 ---> Upper Floor: Single Blue (3)
[b][color=4dffa6]Skills:[/color][/b] None
[/center][hr]	Dorothy let her sister drag her out of medical, but she didn't allow Daphne to pick the destination as to where they were headed. She needed to fetch things for Atticus from his quarters anyways - and she had to pick up the Bible that he had left to her. Once they were upstairs and in Atticus' vacant quarters, Dorothy looked through his belongings until she found exactly what she had been looking for. The rosary in her pocket felt incredibly heavy and she didn't turn to look at Daphne, just crying softly. This collection of items - it was all that remained of Atticus. 

	[color=4dffa6]"W-we can talk here,"[/color] Dorothy told her sister, her voice cracking slightly. They had so much to discuss, but all Dorothy wanted to do was either throw herself into her work or cry in a ball like a child. When she was little, back before Daphne had been born, she used to hide inside of closets to cry after encounters with her father. She still felt like the little girl from Boros, no matter how hard she had tried to put that life behind her. [color=4dffa6]"So...erm....you want to start, mei-mei?"[/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 Floor: Medical
[b][color=8882be]Skills:[/color][/b] None
[/center][hr]	Fitz kept his hand up to block Atticus' body from sight, just in case. Despite Jahosafat's assurances that the dead man in the corner wouldn't be any sort of a problem, he couldn't help but feel drawn to look at it. And each time he even began to contemplate it, Fitz only felt more and more anxious. Of course, that in itself wasn't entirely unusual for him. He had left his safe bubble - his lab at the university - and had found himself in the middle of a quite insane group of people. Plus, a pretty girl had kissed him underneath a bed. 

	[color=8882be]"I-I-I-I'm f-fine, r-r-really,"[/color] Fitz stammered, looking at Jahosafat. [color=8882be]"A-a-and I haven't ea-eaten anything,"[/color] he then added. He didn't want to be in medical getting attention that he didn't need - it was wasting resources that could be used on people who were actually in trouble. He was always like this and it wasn't going to change as long as people continued getting shot at and dying of heart attacks around here - but Fitz wanted to try anyways. This was all about getting new experiences, after all.