[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]7[/b] (Rec Center)
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	Ash was getting a series of congratulations and "thank yous" all around. Though in truth, he felt that he didn't deserve the accolades. The first most recent came from Kristina. He remembered the day that he met the younger lady, caught on the top of a truck with the Dead starting to surround them. It was supposed to be a simple supply run, but they never did get around to actually running for supplies before being called back to town. Zomnado, walls down, plus an attack from Eden. Ash brought her in, but in hindsight it was probably safer for her and hers to have remained outside. Ash forced a quiet smile and nodded in response to Kris, regardless. 

	Another warm and fuzzy bit of gratitude from Tatiana, the bubbly Russian lady. Ash was about to remark when she let slip an interesting bit of news: Apparently, they both had taken on the same surname, fashioned after the name of the city in which they worked and bled. It sounded a little hokey. But you say a thing enough times, hokey gives way to normal. The concept of normalcy was a thing to aspire in this new world, and it could not be debated that they had a connection to this settlement and these people, making a decision like that. Mr. and Mrs. Newnan, then. [color=steelblue]"I like it. Maybe 'The Newnans' become the first dynasty in the new world. Leastaways, I'm sure it's going to be in a history book, eventually. Mr. and Mrs. Newnan..."[/color] 

	Then of course, Thana had to polish off the moment with a slice of blunt honesty. Yes, Ash provided the champagne too, if you can call it champagne and not raw ambrosia. But it didn't necessarily have to be mentioned just then. Still, that touch of ethic did let Ash know a little more about Thana's personality. Overall, he was pleased. A couple more people worked through basic salutations, but Ash tried to keep them as terse as possible since Thana expressed an interest in visiting their buffet tables (not to mention James's cutting station). [color=steelblue]"Let's give our guest a little breathing room. We can make more formal introductions after she gets a good, hot meal."[/color] he paused, [color=steelblue]"If she's up for it."[/color]  

	Ash motioned beyond the small group gathering around them, toward the goodies that James and the Domestic staff had prepared. [color=steelblue]"I'm afraid our buffet lacks the variety you might find in Vegas, ma'am."[/color] he said to Thana, leading the way toward the savory smells of the reception's "catering". [color=steelblue]"But it's all grown here in Newnan or hunted nearby. Help yourself - I hear James does wonderful things with sausage and grits."[/color] The Captain did feel a touch uneasy, being around a lot of people for a cordial social function. A little paranoia, possibly. It was when everyone was at their happiest that unfortunate things seemed to happen around him. While Ash did wish that everyone continue to have a good time, he felt a little out of place. The tiniest bit of selfishness reassured him that Thana did mention using her as an excuse to leave early; a plan that he intended to follow through with regardless of the whispers that were likely already starting. 


[hr][hr][center][h1][color=firebrick]Black James(!)[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=firebrick]Location:[/color][/b] Building [b]7[/b] (Rec Center)[/center][hr][hr]

	Meanwhile, James was having a good time at his Whole Pig Carving Extravaganza, slicing off chunks of the meaty goodness and distributing it amongst the good folk of Newnan. Generally a colorful comment or two accompanied each steaming plop of smokey hogflesh onto extended plate. Little snatches of conversation cropped up here and there, small talk, really. It was one of those inconsequential things that may have once been common in the world, small talk, but it was a true rarity anymore. The phenomenon did reinforce one of James's most held beliefs - Food brings people together. Heals, in its own way. 

	It wasn't too long into his duties that he caught sight of one of the more noteworthy residents of Newnan, one of the Franklin imports, Sana. They had a little bit of history together. James had helped better acquaint her with the particulars of a long rifle. She was a natural marksman; James just gave her another outlet for her uncanny knack of hitting small targets from far away. [color=firebrick]"Well, how do, Miss Sana? You wantin' a piece of my smoky hog, hmmm?"[/color] he said playfully, giving an exaggerated wink and nod. [color=firebrick]"Aw, I'm just messin' with you. C'mere, I'mma set you up right."[/color] 

	James carved off a decent sized piece of his day's labors and presented it to the lady marksman. [color=firebrick]"Be sure you get some yams and them grits, too. Ain't nobody walking away from here hungry, feel me?"[/color]