[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=c0c0c0]The Great Bazhooli[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Building [b]7[/b] (Rec Center)
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	Tatiana's idea wasn't exactly reinventing the Big Top, but it had a fair amount of merit. And it was better than anything he had planned at the moment. The Great Bazhooli took the moment to absorb everything going on in front of him; the music and dancing, odd implementation of bowling pins, the quiet withdrawal of Jack. It had been some time since the odd man had heard music. Some time indeed. It seemed to enrapture him. The Great Bazhooli had a quiet fondness for music, one that had not had proper indulgence as of late. It rendered him speechless, mostly for the reason that he did not want to miss a note or interrupt others if hey felt the same way about the blissful sounds filling the room. 

	His hands still worked the pins into the air. No sense dropping them now, it would only interrupt the music. Plus, it seemed that Tatiana had an idea he could work with. Bazhooli gave two quick nods, accepting each of the pins that she had launched into his growing arc of muscle propelled, asymmetrical wooden weights. He watched her twirl and dance for a moment more, and then fully picked up on the plan - and proceeded to lob two back in her direction with soft tosses. Slow at first, until he could be sure how the young ballerina could handle them. 

	It wasn't a full act, but it was a hell of a start. 



[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=orangered]Bridgette Vinters[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Franklin Rd/Hwy 34, headed west
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	Delay over. The piñata turned back into a girl who happened to have a bike nearby, prompting a series of trivial questions to leap to Bridgette's mind that were likely best left unanswered. Probably ever. But knowing her, the tall brawler would likely pop a few of them off after a drink or three. Her predictability to some situations was unpredictable. Or the reciprocal of that; her unpredictability was rather predictable, situation permitting. At the moment though, bigger issues at hand. 

	Bridgette noticed Astrid scanning their surroundings, much as she had done earlier. So, she shifted her priority to the new girl. Just in case. Generally loud and vulgar, the blonde Valkyrie had fallen into a sort of observant silence. Part of her still expected some kind of chicanery. When the piñata lady informed her of a proclivity for the use of fire, Bridgette smiled. In part to be polite(ish) and outgoing, but mostly because she wanted their new guest to get the last word and settle into the short trip ahead. As they got back underway, she reigned Cadence back to come up alongside Astrid toward the rear. She gave her an inquisitive look, then nodded her head toward the new girl. While vocal discourse would have been difficult, given the circumstances, she did manage to communicate her feelings of confusion about the entire situation by mouthing a single, protracted word: [color=orangered][i]"Wuzzafuck?"[/i][/color]



[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=steelblue]Ash Holloway[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Building [b]1[/b], Infirmary
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	When Ash noticed Sophia entering the Infirmary, he gave a sharp glance upward. He hadn't expected to see the woman back in Medical, but it looked like she was on a mission. As long as she was keeping busy with her own duties (but wasn't pushing herself or her injury too hard), the good Captain was fine with the unexpected visit. Considering the medicinal horse trading going on in the Infirmary, Ash decided to step away and to the side of the conversation going on between Beni and their own Doc Froggy, addressing Sophia in quietish ones. 

	If either of the other two men were trying to listen, they would have fairly easily heard Ashton speaking to Sophia. His voice did tend to carry; a product of years and years of making one's self plainly audible for enlisted men. Unless making a point to whisper or otherwise be sneaky, the man could be heard, generally.

	[color=steelblue]"Fabrication, Sophia. Have someone set it up at the Fabrication building, we'll take it from there."[/color] The concept of reusing cooking oil aside, there was potential in setting up biodiesel, if only in limited application. Also, the solids would make for excellent additions to the pig feed. It did always amaze the man what those animals could consume without falling ill. But that was a concern for a different time. [color=steelblue]"If everything works out okay, we should be able to blend it utility alcohol for a decent heating fuel come winter. Among other uses. Meantime, Fabrication."[/color]