[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00ff00]Ja[/color][color=a187be]ti[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s7.postimg.org/p5r8fkxgb/jati_dance.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] The Rec Center (Building 7) ---> Building F (Jati's House)[/center][hr]	Tatiana giggled and nodded as she looked at the cake. She hadn't ever been one that really liked sweet things. It wasn't that she didn't like them but she preferred more savory items when it came to food and snacks. Yet it had been so long since she had had cake, she couldn't help but be excited. Even for someone that wouldn't have normally enjoyed a slice she knew she was going to devour this one. Right then she was very glad that she hadn't had any type of morning sickness as of yet. She would hate to miss out on this treat, lord only knew when they would be able to have another. 

	"Well then you two better get to cutting that first slice, before the rest of the place mobs you," Mike laughed as he handed over a cake slicer to Jake. Tatiana leaned her head against his shoulder and placed her hand over his. 

	[color=a187be]"No cake smoosh! Too rare to vaste,"[/color] she giggled against his ear. Jack pouted slightly in response, before nodding. It had been his dream since he was a little kid to throw his face into a cake, and when the new tradition came about of smooshing cake into the face of one's spouse after the wedding, he had been ecstatic. 

	[color=00ff00]"Fine, fine,"[/color] Jack said, chuckling a bit as he took the cake slicer in his hand, and waited for Tatiana to join hands with him. It was to be their first official act of husband and wife--cutting into this amazing creation of sugar and flour. [color=00ff00]"Ready, solovey?"[/color]

	[color=a187be]"Dah,"[/color] Tatiana said excited before she pushed down on Jack's hand and the first slice was made. A quick movement of their hands and another. She couldn't help but smile as she turned it out onto a plate Mike had held out for them. Taking the piece of cake between her fingers she held it up, holding the plate beneath it as she looked at Jack. [color=a187be]"You first!"[/color] she giggled edging the cake closer to his lips. 

	[color=00ff00]"Isn't it ladies first?"[/color] Jack countered, chuckling along with her. He took a piece of cake between his fingers and edged it towards her mouth, before the goofy grin on his face widened. [color=00ff00]"What 'bout doing it at the same time, Tati? On the count of three?"[/color] Jack suggested. It'd have an added benefit, of course, of him being able to show off his meager Russian skills. That's right, he could [i]count[/i]. 

	Tatiana perked a brow as she looked up at her husband and smiled, a quick nod of her head in agreement. [color=a187be]"You count dovn,"[/color] she said in a giddy voice as she inched the cake closer to his lips and waited for the count down. It all felt like a dream to her, she was married, standing there with her husband, about to share their first slice of wedding cake. She still had a hard time believing it was happening. 

	Jack nodded, shaking his shoulders a bit like an MMA fighter getting ready for the hardest challenge of their career or a contestant in American Idol, preparing for the final round. [color=00ff00]"Odin..."[/color] He inched the piece of cake closer to Tatiana's lips, and he couldn't help but admire how lovely they were. [color=00ff00]"Dva..."[/color] The goofy smile on his face kept getting wider and wider, as the cake went a little closer towards Tatiana. [color=00ff00]"Tri!"[/color] Jack practically cheered, as he put the piece of cake into his wife's mouth. 

	Tatiana slowly put the piece of cake into Jack's mouth and couldn't help but let out a soft moan as she tasted the piece he shared with her. It was sweet, vanilla, decadent. She had forgotten just how wonderful a treat like cake could be. Mike had really out done himself with the cake. Giggling as she leaned back and licked the icing off her fingers she leaned against Jack just sublimely content in the moment. Looking at everyone else as she took the cake slicer and handed it back over to Mike. [color=a187be]"Please make sure everyone get slice!"[/color] she laughed from behind her lips. Sighing happily she savored the flavor of the cake and looked up at Jack. [color=a187be]"Oh my gosh, it so good. Glad ve have small cake for anniversary. Though baby might want before then,"[/color] she giggled as she took Jack's free hand and rested it on her belly. 

	Jack tried to savor the piece of cake as best as he could, his cheeks puffing out slightly like a chipmunk. He couldn't remember the last time he had tasted something so delicious, something so amazing. Swallowing almost reluctantly, he giggled along with his wife, content to have his hand rest on Tatiana's belly. [color=00ff00]"I don't blame the baby if they do,"[/color] Jack chuckled. [color=00ff00]"Think they'll have a Boston-Russian accent? Or maybe Southahn?"[/color] he joked, grinning widely at Tatiana. 

	Smiling, Tatiana shrugged. [color=a187be]"Maybe British if Miss Sally babysit?"[/color] she giggled once she finished her slice of cake. Taking a breath she tilted her head and looked up at her very goofy but handsome husband. [color=a187be]" Ve should dance. Detka making me sleepy,"[/color] she admitted. It had been a very long day and being in her first trimester made it even longer. It had been wonderful but she did still want time alone with her husband before she fell asleep that evening.

	Jack's eyes widened as he nodded excitedly. [color=00ff00]"A British baby would be amazin'. It'd be all "pip, pop, and cheehio!"[/color] But then there was also the possibility for a French accent, if Froggy looked after the kid. All this information was telling Jack that the kid would end up with one hell of an accent--a combination of just about every possible accent, as far as he could tell. He also had to resist the urge to start calling the baby Detka. While he was able to speak some Russian, he was still learning, and he had to catch himself before adding Detka to a list of possible baby names. [color=00ff00]"Say no more, solovey. One Chicken Dance comin' right up,"[/color] Jack replied. 

	Tatiana giggled and rushed over to the CD player, pulling out a CD from the back of the box that was unmarked. She smiled it herself as she put it in and walked out to the make shift dance area, holding her hand out for Jack. This had been one part of the wedding/reception that she had been looking forward to almost as much as she had their vows.

	He was a mixture of excited and nervous as he took Tatiana's hand. His dancing skills could be described as extremely basic and it would be an extremely kind compliment at that. As talented and skilled at dancing as Tatiana was, Jack was perhaps just as untalented and horrible. Of course, he had done some practicing for the wedding, all in hopes of not smashing his wife's feet. [color=00ff00]"Apologies in advance if I step on your toes,"[/color] Jack whispered, blushing from nerves. 

	Tatiana slipped into his arms and rested her hand on his shoulder. [color=a187be]"You vill do fine, trust me,"[/color] she whispered as she smiled up at him. Leaning up she kissed him softly. She knew he was nervous. Her husband had many talents, none of them involved dancing. Yet she was a dancer, she taught others how to dance, and she knew how to bring out the best in her husband. Her smile brightened as she waited for the song to start and once it did she started to giggle. Playing for their first dance together as husband and wife was the perfect song: The chicken dance.

	Jack kissed her back, finding strength in her embrace. With Tatiana, he felt a little safer, a little more secure. But when he heard the opening notes of the song, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped. He had been expecting something fancy and sophisticated--some flavor of waltz. Never in his wildest dreams did he actually imagine it'd be the chicken dance. [color=00ff00]"Is this for real?"[/color] Jack asked, his voice filled with astonishment like a little boy on Christmas day. 

	Smiling brightly she nodded excitedly. The music had been left to her but she wanted to make him happy. The wedding had been all eyes on her, she wanted him to have his moment too. Making him happy made her happy. Sure she would have liked to be able to dance something romantic and slow with him but she knew she would love just laughing and dancing like a fool beside him. [color=a187be]"Dah, nov shov me your smooth moves,"[/color] she chortled as she started flapping her arms.

	[color=00ff00]"I've been practicin',"[/color] Jack teased, before throwing his entire body into the perhaps more ridiculous rendition of the chicken dance. He flapped his arms like nobody's business, with little [i]whooshing[/i] noises as the air brushed up against his rapidly moving limbs. And when it came time to clap his arms and jump, he did a little hip wiggle, clapping as strongly as possible. He was ecstatic and giddy and enjoying himself, but he would have enjoyed any dance with Tatiana. This one was just one of his favorites. 

	Tatiana couldn't help but burst out laughing at Jack's antics. She wasn't laughing at him, just at the pure joy she saw on his face as he went full out on the dance. She followed along, the chicken dance wasn't in her normal repertoire that was for sure so he got to take the lead in this one. A clap of the hands here, a wiggle of her toosh there. It wasn't the easiest dance to go in her dress but she made it work. It was worth it to see him this happy. As the dance came to a close she bounced over to him, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply as she continued to giggle. [color=a187be]"Best first dance ever,"[/color] she said brightly as she leaned against him and gazed up adoringly into his eyes. The world might be falling apart constantly around them but they had at least been able to steal a little bit of happy by being together. 

	Jack nearly couldn't manage to pull away from Tatiana's kiss, enjoying the tender feeling of her lips against his. He held onto her tightly and gave her a bit of a twirl, nodding in agreement at her appraisal of the dance. He knew it wasn't what she normally did, but he was glad to see her just as happy, all the same. [color=00ff00]"And I'm sure we'll have more to come,"[/color] Jack replied, staring back into her eyes. They were the most beautiful shade of hazel he had ever seen. He could spend hours looking into them. 

	Pulling herself closer Tatiana let out a content sigh. The day had been more perfect than she could have ever imagined. Hell it went off better than most weddings she had been to before the outbreak. It was perfect but it wasn't over, though the rest of the night was something more private. Biting her bottom lip she leaned in and whispered. [color=a187be]"Come on, let's go home."[/color] Pulling back just slightly she gave him a wink and started to back away, but she didn't let go, pulling him with her. 

	At first, a look of confusion went across Jack's face. They had just started dancing--didn't Tatiana want to dance some more? But as she bit her lip and gave him a weak, understanding dawned on him, and he nodded eagerly. It was time for perhaps a different sort of dance--more of a tango, really. [color=00ff00]"Yes, ma'am,"[/color] Jack replied, not fighting Tatiana's pull on him. He was grinning with a bit of a dazed expression on his face during the short walk home. But as was tradition, he stopped just before their house and swooped Tatiana up off her feet, and carried her over the threshold, slamming the door behind him with his foot. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#23D5B7]Beatrice Decker[/color][/h1][img]https://s23.postimg.org/t4mnxqxsr/Screen_Shot_2017-03-30_at_1.31.58_PM.png[/img][hr][color=#23D5B7][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Rec Center (Building 7)[/center][hr][hr]While Beatrice's dislike of weddings may have appeared illogical to some, she had her reasons for it. It all stemmed from her disgust towards romance in general, with each Hallmark card and cheap rose appearing like a rotting carcass to her. It was why she preferred casual hookups to anything more serious and intimate. In some ways, it would be possible to see her aversion to romance as an aversion to intimacy.

[color=#23D5B7]"It looks good,"[/color] Beatrice agreed, feeling as though she may suffocate on smalltalk, but she preferred it to wedding praises. She neatly finished up her food, as Tiffany and Ray attempted to estimate how long it had been since they had enjoyed cake. Beatrice doubted that it had been less than five years since she herself had had a slice. 

The wedding couple was obnoxiously sweet and adorable, as always. Beatrice was glad that the cutting of the cake at least signaled that the wedding would almost be over. From what she knew, there'd be dancing next, and then, then she'd be free. She preferred the monotonous nature of everyday life--though it still contained significant interest and threats to survival--to the soft and cuteness of the wedding. 

She figured she'd grab a piece of cake after most of the others had already gotten some. She didn't feel like having to deal with a crowd of people, but as she watched Jack and Tatiana do the chicken dance, a quiet chuckle came from Beatrice's lips. One that if asked about, of course, the Justice native would readily deny. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdnmpkey7v1qf4sbho5_250.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][b][color=ff6600]Location[/color][/b]: Building B (Chloe's Room)[/center][hr][hr]Lying in bed, Chloe had spent what felt like eternity staring up at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Every little noise in the house sounded as loud as a poorly tuned high school marching band, no matter how she plugged her ears or covered them with a pillow. Sighing in frustration, Chloe sat up and felt around in the dark, waiting a few moments for her eyes to adjust. Sure, she could have turned on the light, but she was in the habit of moving around in darkness at night. 

Once her eyes had adjusted, Chloe knelt down by a piece of paneling near the window. Pulling on it gently, she took out the pack of cigarettes that Ryan had given her earlier, and took out the number that amounted to her debt. She then set those down by the door to her room, as a reminder to her to give them to the Irishman tomorrow. Or better yet, drop them off while on her way to work. It'd be just another day, as far as she was aware--another day where Ciel came in for medicine, another day where someone injured themselves on the job. 

For the most part, she had calmed down from her earlier breakdown, but she continued to think about some parts of the conversation she had with Riley. She never really knew what exactly she had wanted to do, and when she thought of it, she only came up with a gigantic blank. Sighing, she curled up in her bed again and forcibly closed her eyes, though sleep continued to evade her. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ccff]Ravi Chakrabarti[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/c1d8b803fb118e8a5d21160c64b41bad/tumblr_inline_o9ry7tizrj1txmes7_250.gif[/img][hr][color=00ccff][b]Location[/b][/color]: Inner Gate ---> The Rec Center (Building 7) [/center][hr][hr]Ravi's eyes widened in amazement as he took in Newnan. The dresses and suits and generally amazing pieces of clothing stunned him. For whatever reason, he never imagined fancy clothes still being around--or even still being used. The sheer number of people they saw on their brief walk amazed him as well. It had been four years since zero day and everything about Newnan boggled his mind. He nearly choked a bit when he saw the sweet little girl and her toy, with her doting mother running after her. 

It was as if the walkers had never existed here. It struck him as a safe haven, one that he hoped Gavin wouldn't be too quick to leave. He chuckled a bit at his hetero-life-mate, seeing the man acting like a social butterfly, greeting strangers in the street. He shook his head slightly at the comment about finding heels in his size. It was something Liv would have done to him, and although the thought made him feel a little down, he still smiled. 

He was taken slightly aback when he saw the dreadful camo tux that Mr. James had donned. He tried not to stare too much, instead focusing on the other details in the reception hall--the people, the food, [i]the cake.[/i] [color=00ccff]"Thinking with your stomach, are we?"[/color] Ravi teased Gavin, smirking like the shit he was. 

And after Gavin introduced himself, Ravi followed suit. [color=00ccff]"Dr. Ravi Chakrabarti, Medical Examiner."[/color] Gavin was right, of course--Newnan was positively brilliant.