[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]
	Everyone that had come into what had once been the Sauna Room were now taken care of and Shears had a hell of a mess to clean up. A pile of lice infected hair on the ground was not fun to deal with. Everyone seemed to be dealing with it in stride, save one. The former read head. Shears looked over to her and shook his head. "Damn girl, you just came in from hell, don't even wanna know what your ass has been through. So what, you had a few bugs? So what, your bald. Would be worse. Could be dead, or have lost a limb, or more. A few bugs ain't nothing, so keep shooting me dagger but why don't get you suck it up Buttercup. I ain't be the one that gave you the crawlies. I just got rid of them. It'll grow back," he rambled off moving around as he grabbed the broom and started sweeping it up. He was rather animated about the entire situation. 

	Doc rubbed his face and looked over towards Shears. "Man, let it go," he said as he pushed off the wall and shouldered his bag once it was repacked. 

	"Shit, we got dead people walking and she's worried about a little dome shine," he snapped back. 

	"Shears!" Doc snapped and the older black man rolled his eyes, huffed and went back to cleaning. 

	"Tell you what, I can't deal with useless people," Shears muttered. Major kept quiet and pushed the door open, stepping out of the room and pinning it to where everyone could file out. 

	"Come on, let's get you all something to eat. I'll see what I can do to find you all some scarves to wear tomorrow. Would today but with that close of a shave I don't want your skin to get irritated and you to get a rash. Don't worry, you still look lovely and hey, like he said, at least the bugs are gone now," Doc said before motioning for everyone to follow him back to the conference room. Doc was sure he could find something for them to cover their heads with in the camp but he didn't want their skin to get a rash and then lead to something worse. It was best to let the skin air for now. 

	"Yeah I'll bring the boy over," Shears said before looking over at Hunter. "Hell yeah I can trim you up, let me get all this cleaned and then I got you. Get you all lined up nicely," he said grinning. "It's what I do," he added as he started sterilizing the chair and his tools to make sure no one else got the bugs. Doc nodded and lead them out of the room and back towards the conference room. He sniffed the air some and his eyes narrowed. 

	Meanwhile, the food was being served and it seemed that people were enjoying it. It made Mae smile to see it. Moralez looked over towards Ash and nodded. "Hey man I get it. That shit is my life blood. We're lucky to have it, think this place would shut down without it," he laughed a bit as he picked up a fritter and popped it into his mouth. Looking over to catch Thalia mumbling a thank you he laughed. "Sure thing girl, get your fill."

	Mae in the meantime looked over towards Manny and smiled. "Nice to meet you Manny. Been here since the beginning. It's good. Was really hard the first three years but we've gotten into a routine and well... How to put this," she said, trying to find the right words. 

	"It's home," Moralez pipped in and Mae nodded, motioning towards the man and agreeing. "I've only been here the last two years, started out on helping build that wall. I was down in Miami when shit broke out. Oh man, that was hard, slowly made my way up the coast and then here. Ain't easy, even with everything we got, but it's home. Good group of people and you really can't ask for more than that," he said as he poured himself a cup of coffee. When he was asked about his name he grinned like a child. 

	"Oh, you don't want that story while your eating," Mae piped in and gave Moralez the stink eye. He just laughed. 

	"Aww hell, alright. Will fill you in later," he chuckled, heeding the look Mae was giving him. 

	Major followed the larger group back to the conference room. She would head back over to Shears once she had dropped them off with Panama and the others. As Doc pushed the door open and made a beeline for the table. "Mae! God damn it! How many times!" he started but Mae picked up a large steel ladle and stepped out from behind the table. 

	"Oh no you don't! Don't you be talking to me like that!," she said waiving it around a bit. Doc stopped in his tracks. 

	"You know how it goes! They need something easy and soft, their stomachs probably can't handle this!" Doc yelled back. It was obvious they had gone through this dance before. 

	"Oh fudge, then get them some pepto! What they need is warmth, comfort. This food, it's for the soul," Mae said waiving the ladle towards the table. 

	"Amen sista!" Moralez said throwing up his hands. 

	"Goat I will serve you up A La King," Doc said quickly. It didn't phase Moralez, he just laughed and walked over to Mae, wrapping an arm around her and keeping her from whacking Doc in the head with that soup server. 

	"Come on Mae, we gots other souls to heal, he's just jealous," he taunted as he lead Mae out of the room. Glancing over at the ones that had come back. "Looking hot girls," the Goat said towards the women and then he looked at Hank. "You, not so much," he chuckled before finally getting Mae out of the room. Once they were gone Doc rubbed his face and started digging through his bag. 

	"Woman is determined to make my job harder," he muttered under his breath as he flopped down in a chair behind the table. Looking over the food before planting his face into his hands. 

	[color=ed1c24]*Okay, those in the conference room, you are good. Those with Doc, file back over to the conference room and grab a bite to eat. Hunter is good to stick it out with Shears for now.[/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]
	Tatiana looked over towards Jack as he came and sat down next to her. After spoon feeding some food to Jamie, she glanced over her shoulder towards Wayne and nodded a bit. [color=a187be][sub]1[/sub]"Stranno, no khorosho. On ne o chem bespokoit'sya, ya ne dumayu,"[/color] she said quietly, just loud enough for Jack to hear her before turning her attention back to her plate and taking a bite herself. She would go back and forth between giving Jamie some food, looking around nervously, and then taking another small bite herself. Jamie seemed to not be sure what to think of the food but even if he seemed not to like it, Tatiana would give him another bite. He would eventually get it down. [color=a187be]"Food is rare, alvays eat vhen you can,"[/color] she would repeat to him time and time again. She wasn't going to raise a picky eater or someone that snubbed food when it was around. She knew better, she had gone many a days and even weeks without what she needed. Jamie would go to bed tonight with a full stomach, even if his taste buds weren't sure it was a good idea. 

	Poking at her food a bit between bites she looked back over to Jack and asked quietly, [color=a187be]"[sub]2[/sub]Kak vy dumayete, oni chto-nibud' znayut o Tane?"[/color] It was a legitimate question. Tatiana had kept tabs on things. It was why they were here. He had handed over the dog tags. One of the men they had met had the same last name as her and same eyes. Granted an answer might have to wait as the others came back into the room. Doc and Mae seemed to be at odds and Tatiana held Jamie a bit tighter. Listening she then looked down at the food and thought to herself. It made sense what the doctor was saying. Granted years ago she would have sided with Mae. Now, she wasn't so sure. Slowing down she paced herself a bit more with the food and kept tabs on how her stomach was feeling. 
	
[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 seemed not to pay a lick of attention to anything. The man was sitting there and eating like he hadn't eaten anything in weeks. That wasn't true though. He had eaten. Granted it wasn't much, just enough to get by and it sure as hell wasn't anything like this. He'd take a large bite and just sit there, moaning a bit to himself and every so often saying something along the lines of [color=598527]"Oh god,"[/color] or [color=598527]"I could die happy right now,"[/color] or just variations of [color=598527]"mmm mmm mmm,"[/color] and [color=598527]"yum, yum, yum."[/color] It was obvious that the man was enjoying himself and didn't have any interest in carrying on any real conversation. The only thing he did besides eating was to swat at something in the air every so often before shoveling another forkful into his mouth. Thankfully even with the larger bites, he was able to keep his lips shut when he chewed. 

	Then the Doc came back in and seemed rather upset by the spread that Mae had given them. He looked down at his plate for a minute as Moralez lead Mae out of the room. Wiping his mouth with the back of his robe sleeve he chuckled. [color=598527]"Don't worry about me Doc, I could eat a jeep and my stomach wouldn't care,"[/color] he called out before shoveling another roll into his mouth and grinning broadly. It was true. Despite everything that was wrong with Wayne, and let's not kid ourselves there was plenty wrong with the man, having a sensitive stomach was not one of them. That man had dug worms out of the ground, dropped them in his mouth still wiggling, and kept going like he had just eaten a piece of chocolate. While his life was blessed with a grand amount of suck, his belly seemed to love him no matter what. It was a small trade off but one he enjoyed. It made this life, living on the run, a lot easier. He had never had to worry about an SSJ4 level over 9000 ass blow out in his life. Hell, the man had even eaten Surströmming at one point in his life and asked people around him what the big deal was.