[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=23D5B7]Beatrice Decker[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/yN9kRR9v/tumblr-inline-pai0jg-G5th1rt2432-540.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=23D5B7][b]Location:[/b][/color] Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
[color=23D5B7][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr]	Beatrice chuckled slightly - she hadn't been certain what Thalia's reaction to her quip would be, but the results were entertaining at the very least. She smirked a bit, not saying much in reply. She was too busy looking around the room, sizing things up as best as she could. The color coding system on the wristbands was interesting - she wondered if they had a color for those they suspected of lying on the intake forms. The shouts for someone named Shears, though, that was interesting. 

	[color=23D5B7]"Codenames - and very obvious ones too,"[/color] Beatrice mumbled under her breath. [color=23D5B7]"I wonder if yours will be Lesbian,"[/color] she quipped to Thalia. The groups were separated more, with those who didn't have green wristbands going off to another room. It was almost sweet to see how people instantly started trying to entertain themselves - Thalia included. And Beatrice had to admit, as soon as she heard Pac-Man, she was tempted to give it a whirl as well. It had been so long since they had been able to even contemplate doing things for fun.

	And while Thalia hadn't invited her, Beatrice got up and followed her over to Pac-Man anyways. [color=23D5B7]"My entertainment is going to be watching you play this with this hand,"[/color] Beatrice said with a cocky smirk. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00ff00]Jack Newnan[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/25QvrFZq/tenor.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=00ff00][b]Location:[/b][/color] Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
[color=00ff00][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Russian [/center][hr]	Jack nodded in agreement. These people - they really did know [i]exactly[/i] what they were doing. Newnan had been pretty decent when it came to taking in newcomers, but compared to this, they practically had let people waltz inside, no questions asked, and gave them leadership positions as well. It was intimidating as it was comforting - leaving Jack with a paradox of emotions. If these were good people, they were exactly the types he wanted protecting his wife and son. And if they weren't... Then they had just waded into a new level of hell. 

	[color=00ff00]"Khorosho, solovey,"[sub]1[/sub][/color] Jack said softly. He watched Tatiana with Jamie for a moment, before his friendship signals started tingling and he realized he most likely needed to talk to Ash. He still had no idea what had happened to Thana, if she was alive and if she was here somehow, and having spent what felt like an eternity searching for Tatiana, he could relate to that pain and uncertainty. The wounds were fresh, not even really formed into scars just yet. 

	He saw a man with a limp head on over to Ash. He figured it would also be a good idea to get to know the rest of these people. Jack made his way on over as well. Sure, he loved music and this record brought a grin to his face, but mostly Jack just wanted to be there if Ash needed him. Besides, he could see Tatiana out of the corner of his eye. This room wasn't too big. [color=00ff00]"This place... it's somethin' else,"[/color] Jack said, once he reached the two men. He then looked at the old man with the limp, the one he didn't know. [color=00ff00]"I'm Jack, by the way,"[/color] he said, his Boston accent thick and obvious. 

[hider=Translations]1 = Alright, nightingale[/hider]