[center][hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=f1c40f]Year 5: Update[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][b][color=f1c40f]Date:[/color][/b] July 15th, 2012[hr]Map in Original OOC post - NPC's In CS Tab[hr][hr][b][color=f1c40f]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Mexico Beach: H6 (Quarantine: W)[/center]
	[b]Temperature:[/b] 94F (34C)
	[b]Humidity:[/b] Fucking High (Around 98%) - Raining off and on all day
	[b]Wind Speed:[/b] 7 MPH (11 KPH)
	[b]Cloud Coverage:[/b] About 62% covered with thick dark clouds[hr]
	The Major stood there, keeping her post as Doc came in and leaned against the back wall, checking his watch as he kept track of the time. He let out a bit of a huff as he glanced over at Major. "I hope there is a cart near him otherwise we might be here all day," he said with half a chuckle. Major smirked a bit and then shrugged. Doc looked over to Hank and rubbed his temples. "God I hope the fuck not, I doubt any of your systems could handle it but knowing Cook.." he said, letting his words trail off. It was obvious this wasn't the first time he had worried about what the cook was going to bring in the new comers. 

	 The Major seemed to keep her finger close to the trigger and even though the group had made no signs of being aggressive towards the town or anyone in it thus far she still hadn't let her guard down in the slightest. Her head only turned when she was addressed. She gave the girl a once over before replying rather dryly. "The Army," she said flatly. "WAC unit," she added. "I'm no nurse." That was obvious from the way she carried herself. At least to anyone paying attention. 

	The door swung open and a [url=https://i.ibb.co/W25YCVj/Shears.jpg]heavy set man[/url] with a hell of a graying afro stepped into the room. "Shears is here!" he called holding out his clippers, which were in one hand, and an old looking doctors bag in the other. "Who am I shaving?" he grinned as he hit the one switch. They didn't turn on. Hitting it a few times, it still didn't turn on. 

	"You have to plug the damn thing in," Major muttered under her breath. 

	"Oh right," he said with a laugh that was a bit over the top before walking over to the wall and plugging it in. When it finally came on he grinned brightly. "So, who gots the bugs?"

	Doc rubbed his face before pushing off the wall. "They do, this one I need to remove a tick from. Give them the option," Doc said in a voice that hinting on this was a warning. Shears nodded. 

	"Right of course," he said clearing his throat. "Okay, um, right. You do gotta choice. Choice one, I buzz your head, smooth like dolphin's skin. Or two, we go the oil treatment. Now I know you girls are gonna be like [i]'oh give me oil, don't cut my lovely locks. They blow in the wind!'[/i]" he said doing the worst impression of a teenage girl. "But, that's gonna take time and a lot of combing, and days, in a separate quarantined room, alone. And by alone, I don't even mean just away from that main group you came in with. I mean each other. Keeps you from spreading it back to each other. So if you can handle three days in a hotel room, by yourself, taking meals alone, no interactions (or updates besides the occupational food drop off) I will be happy to smother those little buggers down. Otherwise, snip snip. Hair grows back," he said as he patted the chair. 

	Doc just shook his head and Major rolled her eyes. Looking down at his list, Doc went over it for a moment before looking over at Hunter. "Monroe, how about we get that tick off you and then you can return to the main group," he said as he motioned to the kid to come over to the sink. The Major just kept her post. 

	Over in the Conference room, Panama chuckled a bit as he looked over towards Wayne. "Oh long enough." It looked like the man had more to say, he always looked like he had more to say but he didn't get a chance as the door flung open and he nearly got hit in the face as a large cart was being pushed into the room, followed by an older woman with a classic 1950's style apron on, and then a second cart being pushed by a middle aged Hispanic looking man in a really loud Hawaiian shit. "Fucking hell Mae, nearly knocked me out."

	The woman stopped and looked back over her shoulder. "Oh sweet child, I am sorry, in a hurry you know," she said and the room quickly filled with the smell of home cooking. Not your typical any day of the week cooking. This smelled like Thankgiving on a Sunday at the beach. It was grand. "Gotta get in and out before Doc gets back, you know him. [i]'Mae, they can't handle it. They need to get used to solid food. Gravy is not a food group'[/i]. Blah blah blah. Sorry but a soul need to heal after it's been out there and ain't no faster way to heal the heart than some home cooking," she said with a grin as she started pushing again.

	"Amen to that," the man following her added. "Hey y'all," he said to the group as they moved to the front of the room where the medical team had been set up. 

	"Hey, what'cha bring um?" Panama asked licking his lips. 

	As Mae and the man laid out a table cloth over the folding table they started moving things from the carts. "Broke out Sunday 1," she said with a devious grandmotherly grin on her face and Panama's jaw dropped. She looked over to him and dusted her hands off. "Yup, Doc ain't gonna be happy."

	"Doc can suck it," the man pipped in before moving a large carafe onto the table and setting up some mugs next to it. 

	"Indeed," she said before looking at the group. "Hey everyone. I'm Mae, can call me cook and this handsome lad next to me is Moralez."

	"I'm The Goat," he laughed and then baa'ed. 

	"You're somethang'," she chuckled before looking back at them. "Know you all prolly been through hell, anyone still living has. I got you a full spread, so eat up and enjoy it, come on, don't be shy. I promise, it's good," she said as she waved her hands towards herself hoping they would bring themselves over. It was quite the spread. Newnan had had it good but this was something else. There were fish fritters, clam chowder, mashed potatoes, gravy, freshly seared fished, boiled crabs, fried shrimp, a large pot of coffee, there was orange juice and some little jam tarts that smelt of lemons, even fresh grapefruit. It was a hell of a spread, that was topped off with freshly baked bread rolls and even a bowl of salted butter sitting there. 

	"Oh god Mae, that smells fucking fantastic! Docs gonna pissed," he said laughing and she just shrugged. 

	"Wouldn't be the first time," Moralez laughed as he picked up a plate and held it out. "So, who's hungray?"

	[color=ed1c24]*Alright peeps - those with Yellow bands drop me a pm on your last one for your notes for this round and let me know if your character is going for 3 days of oil or a shave. Orange bands, let me know if your character is going to let Doc do his thing. Those in the conference room, you are free to grab food. There are plates, bowls, and glasses. The cutlery is forks and spoons and they are plastic.[/color]
	[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=a187be]Tatiana Newnan[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]http://www.nerdly.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/fb-108-1.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
[b][color=a187be]Skills:[/color][/b] Psychology, Survival[/center][hr]
	It seemed that the group at large was leaving Tatiana alone with her son and she was glad of it. Yet, her eyes darted about and took in what everyone was doing. The loud man seemed to be talking to their guard. Ash had put on music and been joined by another and her husband, Jack. Jamie was laughing and playing with the toys, every so often trying to crawl off but Tatiana was quick to move him back over to her side, even when she didn't look directly at him she just kind of new when to lean over, scoop him up, and move him back. There was music in the air now. One was reading, others were playing as well. Not with baby toys but their own version. Some arcade game Tatiana had never played but had heard off, and one was shooting pool. The only real game she knew how to play these days was Monopoly. That was her and Jacks thing, they could even play it without fighting. At least they used to be able to, they hadn't played since Newnan fell. It could be different now. They hadn't done a lot since Newnan fell. 

	As the door swung open, she jumped a bit and pulled Jamie closer to her. She looked on edge. She already had but she looked even more so, that was until she smelled the food. It did smell good and her stomach growled. Jamie cooed and started to try to crawl over towards where the smell was coming from. Scooping him up in her arms she cradled him on her hip and listened to what was being said. Some of the food she recognized as she stepped slowly closer, some she didn't but that didn't surprise her. To her it looked like a Vegas Buffet and she bit her bottom lip. These people did have their act together that was for sure. 

	Walking over to the group by the records she nodded towards Ash and then the older man before glancing towards Jack. [color=a187be]"Ve find something soft for Jamie?"[/color] she asked him softly, in a scared voice. [color=a187be]"Help me?"[/color] she added, in that same timid voice she had right then. There was a passing glance towards Ash before she started to slowly move over towards the serving table. She could use a hand, getting a plate for herself and the baby was going to be a deal since she only had one hand free at the moment with Jamie being on her hip and needing support to stay there. It was obvious she wasn't putting him down. Though, she wasn't first to the table. 
	
[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=598527]Wayne Maldonado[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://media0.giphy.com/media/xT0xex7nwppPNCc2k0/source.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=598527]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
[b][color=598527]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]
	Wayne laughed and nodded. He was going to pipe in but then the food came and everything else seemed to fade away as he watched it get rolled in. He was already standing up by the time it moved passed him. [color=598527]"Oh sweet mother Mary I might cry..."[/color] he said before biting the back of his knuckles. Looking at nothing he nodded. [color=598527]"I know, it smells [i][b]so[/b][/i] good,"[/color] he said before looking back in front of him and watching Mae and Moralez start to set up. Apparently there was talk about the Doc not liking the fact they had brought in his type of meal. He wondered why at first then he put two and two together. It happened in hospitals and after cops got shot. Limited foods to keep your ass from turning into Vesuvius. 

	Walking over to the table he took the plate offered and grinned. [color=598527]"No worries here, got an iron stomach. Just call me Shaggy,"[/color] he said with a toothy grin before he started grabbing food. Thing was, he wasn't as animalistic about it or as greedy as one might think. Sure he was excited about there being food, real food, but in the end, the man only ended up grabbing a small portion and it was all mushy foods. He then took another plate and loaded it up, again, not a huge portion but enough. Grabbing some utensil's he turned around and spotted that Tatiana had come up behind him. [color=598527]"This work?"[/color] he asked. 

	Tatiana looked at him shocked and took a step back, only able to nod barely. [color=598527]"Awesome, come on,"[/color] he said before finding the couch she had been sat at earlier and setting the food down on the coffee table before it. [color=598527]"Coffee? or Juice? Juice?"[/color] he asked as he sat the food down. Tatiana sat down slowly with Jamie in her lap. 

	[color=a187be]"J...juice..."[/color] she said in a shaky voice and watched as Wayne nodded before moving back towards the serving table. That time he fixed another plate, a bit more food on it and grabbed some coffee. Balancing the cup on his personal plate he got a glass of juice and dropped it off. He was half way back to his recliner before Tatiana managed to squeak out a [color=a187be]"Dank you,"[/color] in his direction. Wayne didn't bother with a [i]you're welcome.[/i] His mouth was already full off food and he was groaning as if he might have just gotten laid. He threw a hand up and nodded in her direction as he kept chewing. He wasn't a total asshat, just mostly.