[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 (Conference Room)
[color=23D5B7][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr]	Beatrice gave Thalia a slight smile, though she knew that they likely wouldn't have another chance for those sort of activities here. Her eyes flickered towards the area in the back where they had done exercises and sparring - maybe they could have done it there, for all to see, but Beatrice wasn't into that sort of openness. While sex came without romantic strings and attachment for her, it didn't mean she wanted [i]everyone[/i] to have a front row seat to that show. [color=23D5B7]"Just fighting? Disappointing,"[/color] Beatrice replied, shaking her head slightly. Erica was similarly boring, though Beatrice had to wonder where the woman had been a cop. If she had been a cop in Justice, then that would have been an interesting line of conversation. At the very least, Mugsy had something interesting to add and Beatrice laughed slightly. [color=23D5B7]"How long are we talking?"[/color] she asked, amused by that image of Alex with locks like Rapunzel. 

	The conversations were cut short though as things got started. There was already one point of concern in her mind that came up instantly - there was no mention of them having time to go visit the graves if they were going to leave. All Thana said was that they would be escorted out. Beatrice knew that she wasn't going to stay here - she wanted to live and die by her own terms. The more Thana talked about the highly regimented aspect to life here, the prospect of additional reviews, assignment of debt for supplies... She knew that this was how a community like this survived, but all she could see was a place of more red tape - of more experiences like quarantine. This place wasn't right for her. Hopefully those she came to care for would be able to find it in themselves to make this place work, yet she couldn't make that choice for them. 

	Thana's recommendation that people leave if they couldn't make peace with this, Beatrice couldn't help but feel like it was directed at her. She took her papers, lifting up the first sheet to look at the psychiatric requirements - none. Her eyes flickered over towards Thalia as she returned her papers to Thana unsigned. [color=23D5B7]"Thank you for all of this,"[/color] she told Thana. She didn't know if they would have accepted her or rejected her, but she felt the very least she could do was say thank you for what they had already done for her. [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 (Conference Room)
[color=00ff00][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr]	Hearing any variation on the phrase [i]we need to talk[/i] was never really a good thing in Jack's experience. His stomach started to twist into knots, and he put an arm around his wife, nodding. [color=00ff00]"Okay,"[/color] he said quietly, falling silent once Thana went to the front of the room and began to talk. Her words illuminated a lot more about how this society worked. Everything seemed to be regimented and well thought out, with more conditions for remaining though they honestly should have been things that Newnan included in their own structure all along. Even if he wasn't thrilled about every part of it, the system seemed to be fundamentally fair to him. Everyone earned things - nothing was guaranteed or taken for granted, whereas in Newnan pretty much everyone for instance had gotten something akin to a house of their own. 

	But there was no way he was going to turn down this offer, if they allowed him in. This place was the best chance Jamie had. All of the resources and the strength that they had here... It could let his son have something akin to a normal life. Maybe other people would have little ones here too and Jamie would have friends his own age. Even if that wasn't the case, at least he was safer inside these walls than beyond them. His goal was that the most anxiety inducing thing Jamie would have to worry about on a daily basis would be school reports and tests, not whether he was going to eat that night or if a walker would bite him as he slept. Once he received his own papers and saw that therapy was recommended for him, Jack made up his mind that if allowed into this settlement, he would do the therapy. After everything they had been through, it could only help. 

	He looked at Tatiana and Jamie for a moment, before signing on the line and bringing his papers up to the front. [color=00ff00]"Do uh, do we need to sign anythin' for Jamie too?"[/color] he asked. He didn't know if they had separate papers for Jamie or anything like that.