[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=4682b4]Ash Holloway[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/92d5f43a-8b98-4f28-9d91-88707ca27ccf.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=steelblue][b]Location:[/b][/color] M5 (N) O.B. 2G -> Back to Tram
[color=4682b4][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	[color=4682b4]"Pier?"[/color] he said, phrasing a single word into a question. Then it hit him, [color=4682b4]"Yes, you have your duties."[/color] It was a comfort in some ways, and a little daunting in others. Ash would be getting his own assigned job for the interim, however long that would be. Collecting trash or some such, from the sound of things. He'd done worse, and with the solid motivation he had to acquiesce to the wishes of the community, this was a no brainer. (Mental note: Using the phrase "no brainer" during an undead uprising might mean more than one thing.) 

	He accepted the quick kiss like a schoolboy might, giving a little blush behind an uncommon smile. Uncommon for him generally, though the most recent of circumstances had put him expressing an emotion that he had come to know as "[i]hap-pi-ness[/i]". Not being accustomed to expressing much anymore, it was a little strange remembering that it was alright to feel this way. Yeah, he'd get it back. At mention that they had to get back to the tram, he gave a solid nod. [color=4682b4]"Yeah, locking up,"[/color] he called down the hallway to her retreating form, pausing for a moment while he got his key out of his pocket. As the saying went; he hated to see her go, but he loved to watch her leave. Not that he would actually say that in public. Being fair to him, he was riding an endorphin high. Such tiny slips of thought that betrayed his ordinarily grim exterior were to be expected. Okay, maybe not expected, but understandable. Moving on!

	Ash gave a quick jog to catch back up to Thana as they returned to the tram. He offered an arm wherever she might need it, either as a handhold or about her waist for support, etc., but they did eventually return to their conveyance where Thana mentioned again, this time to their local Chaplain/Tour Bus Driver that she was only going as far as the pier. Ash looked to those already back, taking note of the older men in particular. Was it discriminatory thought to wonder how they survived this long in a world where the elder and infirm were a liability? Then again, the last generation produced a number of tough old bastards. And from the looks of things, they understood the value of sticking together. It took him a second to notice the piercing eyes of the lady sitting behind them, the one with the metal arm. She was staring into him, like she wanted something and was willing to tear it out of his skin. How very disconcerting. 

	Climbing back into the tram next to Thana, Ash looked to her and offered, [color=4682b4]"When the tour's done, would you mind if I came out to the pier and gave you a hand with whatever you're doing? If it's allowed, I mean. Anxious to get back to work."[/color] And to be nearer to Thana, if he was going to be completely honest about it. But whatever came of it, the tour portion of the day was important. It made sense to get to know his new surroundings.  


[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=dc143c]Thalia Carmichael[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/e5a2acd6-4a43-4fdf-81a0-ae19c80e184c.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=crimson]Location:[/color][/b] H6 (In Front of W) -> M6 (Parking Lot For X -> Condo 17B -> Back to Tram)
[b][color=dc143c]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]

	Most times Thalia would wind up getting ignored in social situations. It wasn't always this way. She used to be quite the little urbanite. Pretty good hand with makeup and did her own hairstyling most of the time; of course it helped that she had natural beauty and low maintenance hair. Liked to hit events, liked to throw down in the parking lot after events, etc. Nothing but a Boston girl doing Boston girl things, except that she spent most her formative years in Mexico with an honorable but borderline sociopath family. She liked fresh baked goods and stabbing implements. You know, Boston girl stuff. But after ...everything... and the utter retraining of her outlook and skill set, she was very happy to live a more obscure life, not being noticed by people. Especially now that she had something to be pissed about. 

	Her eyes were still hard when Thana climbed back aboard and gave her a little smile. That was nice of her. It had been a while since they could sit down and talk, though Thalia would have preferred that talk around a firepit while roasting squirrel on a stick next to a bottle of scavenged schnapps. Maybe they could figure out a time to speak on a matter close to her. Yeah, barring her brother, speaking to her would be best. Even if just to talk to her. She'd been so far up Army Captain's ass since getting back that the opportunity had not leapt at her as readily as she would have liked. At the party tonight then, she would approach Thana.

	She supposed it wasn't too bad also, getting a greeting from Alexander. He'd been palling around with Manny pretty religiously, though conversation with anyone can get a little stale, given enough time. Even to Thalia's mind, conversation with [i]no one[/i] always seemed fresh and spiffy. But he did engage with the discussion most nonchalantly. Ok, no problem. [color=dc143c]"I'm still having problems with air conditioning."[/color] Let alone having a room to one's self. She could handle being alone. It was everything else that got to her. She was blatantly ignoring the puffy, red eyes. If Alexander wanted to have a good cry off by himself, that was his own fucking business. Plenty to weep about these days, and anyone who said they didn't was a liar or a psychopath. 

	So far as working on some gizmo was concerned, she was pretty direct. [color=dc143c]"I'll give you a hand fixing something up if you want, Mugsy."[/color] But just the one hand. Ok, too soon. [color=dc143c]"You pick up a working radio station, and you can color me impressed."[/color] There was a sense of futility patching up an electronic device designed for a communications network that no longer existed. But hey, they had plenty of time these days to restore lost tech, kinda. Once upon a time she was really good at taking things apart and putting them back together. Electronics were her thing. Even went to college for it. Lately, that meant next to nothing. Not when stabbing things well was a more marketable skill. Then surviving became "her thing". Still, not that she was [i]trying[/i] to darken the guy's spirits further, [color=dc143c]"Maybe you can convince them to lend you some broadcast equipment. That and a okay tower, you'd make a hell of a DJ, Mugs."[/color] That would be a find, and a tricky as hell setup, and that was provided they didn't already have something like that here. They seemed to have everything else. If the old soldier could bring back public radio, that would be something noteworthy. [color=dc143c]"Probably worth the ask."[/color] 

	She shrugged. Not the most pressing thing on her mind, it was a pleasant journey into the hypotheticals of Mexico Beach. And it would be funny for Alexander to have a stint as a DJ. But overall, her mind was someplace else.