[hr][hr][center][h1][color=steelblue]Ashton Holloway[/color][/h1] [img]https://31.media.tumblr.com/bcfab66a674d39bfaaddc28bd62d4470/tumblr_inline_ne41kcr5UN1s5par2.jpg[/img][/center] [hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Newnan Inner Wall Streets, Mess Hall [/center][hr][hr] Ashton paused as Zoie's voice came through his radio, loud and clear. As it turns out, he was headed to the Mess anyway to retrieve the fruit that was quickly turning. So fragile a thing, fresh fruit. Very valuable in these times, what Ash considered humanity's second Dark Age. Having it was such an immediate and powerful morale boost, Ash gave some serious thought into how he could acquire a stable source of the stuff. Not just for morale's sake, either. Sustainability was the goal. What he wouldn't give for a community with which he could trade. But that was a plan for tomorrow. Today's responsibilities took priority. Just now, those priorities shifted from Backwoods Peach Schnapps to meeting new survivors. Ash thumbed the button on his walkie, addressing both Zoie and Victor. [color=steelblue]"Understood, Zoie. I'll meet them at Mess; got business there, anyway. I'm sure there's still enough from breakfast for two more people, we'll have plates waiting. Doc! If you want to meet and greet before we head out, you know where we'll be."[/color] A couple of minutes after Newnan's new guests arrive for breakfast, Ash emerged from back storage. [color=steelblue]"Pleasure to meet you."[/color] he began, with just a trace of rural Virginia in his speech. [color=steelblue]"Captain Ashton Holloway, commanding officer of the Newnan Safe Zone, such as it is. Call me Ash, if you prefer. Welcome to Newnan."[/color] [hr][hr][center][h1][color=firebrick]Black James![/color][/h1] [img]https://v.cdn.vine.co/r/avatars/6AE78329E91063505631975227392_pic-r-1396533712688c4afde8ecf.jpg.jpg?versionId=ZnGOSit0zozlhxpJk0w6QVx4cSozVRdq[/img][/center] [hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Newnan, Inner Wall Main Gate [/center][hr][hr] James got the message loud and clear, too, but his mind immediately shifted to the part of the conversation that most piqued his zone of competence. After Ash's Official Word of the subject, he monopolized his own corner of the airtime, completely unaware he was paraphrasing The Sound of Music: [color=firebrick]"[u]Doe[/u]? A deer? A female deer?"[/color] He needed to make an appearance, meet the people, and get that animal processed before the organs spoiled the meat. Again, he spoke into the walkie, trying to get someone to cover his duties with Livestock while he tended to new business. He knew someone, presently working in Domestic that had worked Agro from time to time. [color=firebrick]"[u]Ray[/u]! If you hear me, come help Kris when you can."[/color] He turned to the girl he affectionately referred to as Little Sister, continuing, [color=firebrick]"[u]Me[/u], I'm gonna be up at the smoker, if'n you need me, 'k? Ain't gonna be too [u]Fa[/u]r. You keep doin' what you're doin'. It'll be aight. [u]So[/u], you an' Guy play nice."[/color] James seemed almost giddy. He had a deer to smoke off, which meant a meal with meat he didn't have to take out of their livestock population. [color=firebrick]"Well, [u]La[/u] [u]Tee[/u] Da, gonna cook us up some venison today..."[/color] he said, making his way back up to the Inner Wall's main gate at a jog. As he neared the truck, he doffed his broad stetson and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. James looked in the back of the truck to get a look at what he had to work with for the day. [color=firebrick]"Well, hot damn. That brings us back to [u]Doe[/u]."[/color] [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Bridgette Vinters[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d5/b4/78/d5b478ac0063ce48f5bab3cb5648b0a1.jpg[/img][/center] [hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Gate at Newnan Inner Wall, Infirmary [/center][hr][hr] [color=orangered]"FINE. Brony porn it is."[/color] remarked Bridgette. There was no response whatsoever from Bryn's room , from either the inside or the outside. Over the past month, she had gotten to know her new roommate and work partner; Bryn was not the type to shirk responsibility. Either she was dead, or she wasn't around. Now, the brash worker of iron and beater of wholesale ass was pretty sure that a day of light labor and possibly a drink wouldn't have killed the girl. Hell, a face full of buckshot probably wouldn't kill the girl, though it would make her social engagements a little more awkward. Not that Bridgette would mind too horribly much; Phantom of the Opera masks might be quite in vogue this season of the Apocalypse. Still, she had to get some work done, and would have preferred an experienced hand to assist. She scanned her brain for people skilled in this kind of work, or that (at least) knew their way around tools and could be of some benefit. She thought of Ash, ever the military engineer and the guy that assigned the task in the first place. He could, no problem. Buuuuut, having assigned the job to Bryn and Bridgette, he likely had other shit to do. So who else? Sophia, certainly. Construction Chick, knows her way around a torch and/or patching equipment. Sadly, she had [i]just[/i] gotten out of the infirmary, and this would not be the strictest definition of Taking it Easy. Also, still singing the Hand Cut Off Blues. So, she could do it herself, or she could try to find Bryn. Come the evening hours, she, Bridgette, and Astrid were fairly close knit. Valkyries of Newnan, and parts beyond. If anyone would have an idea as to where she might be, it would be her Sister Valkyrie, Astrid. Who should be at the Infirmary right now, playing ER Bouncer and passing out cotton balls (if memory serves). Ok, we're doing this. Bridgette spurred Cadence around and to the new interior gate constructed near their house. She waved to Shondra, the lady that tended to stand this post, exclaiming, [color=orangered]"Yo, Shondy! I'll show you some nipplage if you crack open the fucking gate. How about it?"[/color] Shondra waved her on, shaking her head and motioning for her to keep her shirt down. The gate opened enough for woman and horse to enter, which Bridgette did without delay. The shieldmaiden chuckled, if but a bit, and kicked Cadence into a trot. Within two minutes, Bridgette had tethered Cadence, was inside the Courthouse (oh God air conditioning yummmm), past the Infirmary doors, and in front of Astrid. [color=orangered]"Hey Sis. Patch job on the Wall, looking for Batgirl. Seen her?"[/color]