[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00ff00]Jack Newnan[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/442k6dwH/Dean-_Bobby-_John-dean-and-bobby-john-22849364-500-281.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=00ff00][b]Location:[/b][/color] Headland: the House (B6)
[color=00ff00][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr]	Jack nodded. He stepped forward and pressed a kiss to Tatiana's forehead. He couldn't help himself. He hesitated, looking at his wife for a moment. [color=00ff00]"I got this,"[/color] he promised her, more or less giving Tatiana permission to go to sleep. He could handle the kid while she got the rest she really did need. He smiled slightly at her, before he knelt on the ground and started looking through Jamie's food options. None of it looked particularly appetizing and as he glanced at Jamie, holding up a chunkier can, Jack shook his head.

	[color=00ff00]"How did she convince ya this was bettah than a boob?"[/color] he whispered to his son, cracking a slight smile. He looked at the peas and carrot jars, then noticing the sippi cup of water and the formula. Glancing back at Tatiana, Jack felt a bit like a kid who said [i]I got this![/i] and then, as soon as they got to work, realized that they did not [i]got this[/i] at all. He looked at the cans again and decided that if Jamie couldn't eat carrots, they wouldn't be in this bag. And Jack was pretty certain - based on nothing at all - that his son preferred carrots to peas. He set those things aside but left out the water.

	[color=00ff00]"Okay buddy, help me out here..."[/color] Jack said, opening up the can of carrots. [color=00ff00]"Now...I gotta airplane this to ya,"[/color] he muttered to himself. He was pretty sure that was how you fed an infant. [color=00ff00]"It tastes bettah if I airplane it, I think..."[/color] he added, taking a deep breath, and then he attempted to feed his son. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=23D5B7]Beatrice Decker[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s15.postimg.cc/asek75y0r/source.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=23D5B7][b]Location:[/b][/color] Quincy: Inside House (D7)
[color=23D5B7][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr]	Beatrice stirred slightly as Thalia laid down next to her. She stared at her friend in the darkness for a moment, before Beatrice nodded and closed her eyes once more. The temperature was dropping inside the home and her feet felt a bit of chill to them, as did the rest of her body. In the purpose of warmth - and nothing else of course! - Beatrice got a little bit closer to Thalia and quickly drifted back to sleep. This time around, her dream was still weird - though not nearly as deadly.

	She found herself in a clean white room - and glancing around, she felt like she was waiting for something. There was a bench and a calming fountain next to it and Beatrice walked forward. She put her hand in the mist of the fountain and hesitated, pulling her hand back. It was warm to the touch - not, hot, no searing she realized. [i][color=23D5B7]"What the hell..."[/color][/i] Beatrice then turned around, only to be struck with the realization that none of this was real. It was just a dream. She had always wanted to try lucid dreaming at some point in her life and she stepped forward, imagining that there was an apple in front of her on the ground.

	Instead, a rattlesnake appeared in her dream. Close enough?