[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=23D5B7]Beatrice Decker[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/zBn6p6pt/source.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=23D5B7][b]Location:[/b][/color] Quarantine (Room 5 -> Conference Room)
[color=23D5B7][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Spanish[/center][hr]	While some were waking up a mess of nerves and anxiety, Beatrice felt more relaxed and at ease than she had been in a long time. Her [i]activities[/i] with Thalia the night before had been a great source of relief to the building tension - and a proper way, she figured, to most likely say goodbye to her friend. She didn't imagine that she would be here much longer. All she wanted to do was pay her respects at the graves and then she would be on her way. Sure, she had changed from the lone wolf who was just out to survive during her time with Newnan and the Eden Squad, but she wasn't an entirely new person. If she was going to live her life, it was going to be on her terms. She would die by those terms as well. 

	Hiding in the safety of Mexico Beach? That was a move that Beatrice would have done when all of this started. But now, as much as she knew that her life likely would be quick and short if she left, departing still appealed to her restless nature. Living in security would only make her weak - she needed to go out, to travel, to live and fight and sure, maybe she would die but at least she would be doing more than just surviving. She figured that if anyone would understand her decision, it would be Thalia. Manny and Alex, they probably would think that she was crazy. Thana - the jury was out on her. Maybe she would understand Beatrice's feelings about whether or not to stay, maybe she wouldn't. But unlike previous times when she had left large groups behind, she wanted to leave on good terms now. She cared about these people. Live or die, she didn't want to end things with bad blood between them. 

	[color=23D5B7]"¿Alguna apuesta sobre quién va a ser pateado en la acera, chica?[sub]1[/sub]"[/color] Beatrice asked Thalia with a smirk, once they were out of the conference room. She fixed herself a plate of food. [color=23D5B7]"Apuesto a que se deshacen del viejo con los pedos, probablemente lo llaman medidas preventivas de salud o alguna mierda.[sub]2[/sub]"[/color]

[hider=Translations]1 = Any bets on who is going to get kicked to the curb, chick?
2 = I bet they get rid of the old guy with the farts - probably call it preventative health measures or some shit.[/hider][hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00ff00]Jack Newnan[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/Sxx4RSVy/giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=00ff00][b]Location:[/b][/color] Quarantine (Room 3 -> Conference Room)
[color=00ff00][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Russian[/center][hr]	Jack had had a weird dream during the night. He wasn't really sure who he was or what he was doing, but he found himself in what could only be described as a futuristic yet medieval hamlet. Mixed in amongst stalls that sold crude weapons at what he took to be the marketplace were a pair of monks, singing blessings as they showed off their wards - these gorgeous, beautiful, gigantic flowers. He walked over towards them, only for the scene to shift. He was out in a bar, talking with... the guy who played Wolverine in [i]X-Men[/i]? Jack couldn't remember his name, just staring at the once famous actor. There was a hushed silence though as the monks entered, holding... shotguns? Jack wasn't sure how they had gotten them. He was about to do something, only to discover that his hands were tied, as were everyone else's in the bar. The X-Men actor got up from his seat, and sighed, knocking back a thing of whiskey before shooting the monks dead. 

	And right before the dream ended and Jack woke up, the actor looked him dead in the eyes and said: [i]"Only Hugh can stop florist friars."[/i]

	He blinked, before groaning slightly. He wasn't sure what was worse - a nightmare or a dream centered around a bad pun. [color=00ff00]"Mornin', solovey,"[/color] he greeted, giving her a peck on the cheek before he got himself dressed and ready to go as quickly as he could, so that way he could take Jamie from her and give her time to get ready. The pun gone from his mind, he was able to begin to stress about the events of that day. [color=00ff00]"Yes,"[/color] he agreed with her, as she stipulated that they would do what was best for Jamie. A slight pinprick of discomfort in his stomach made him wonder if they would agree on what was best for Jamie in the worst case scenario - where Jamie was accepted into the community, but neither of his parents were. Her kiss brought a smile to his face, but his smile slipped away once they left the room and headed back to the conference area. 

	The number of guns surprised him at first - but then it made sense and he could have smacked himself for not noticing it. Compared to this place, Newnan had had no security at all. Mexico Beach was anticipating issues, whereas Newnan always seemed to be stuck in a game of catch up. Once Tatiana had her food and Jamie's food, Jack handed over Jamie to her, before going to get himself a plate and some coffee. He was going to miss coffee like hell if they didn't get to stay. 

	[color=00ff00]"Есть идеи, что будет дальше - после работы по дому?[sub]1[/sub]"[/color] Jack asked her quietly. 

[hider=Translations]1 = Any idea what'll happen next - after chores?[/hider]