[hr][hr][center][h1][color=662d91]Alexander Polawski[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Mexico Beach: L5 (Mess Hall)
[color=662d91][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]

Alexander too took notice of Thalia's war criminal handling of the poor Floridian fruit, though he didn't comment on it, only giving her a chuckle as he continued to eat. Thalia was forgiven in his eyes, she was the type of girl that neither cared or had time to behave like the old veteran did, and he wasn't going to force her. So if she wanted to absolutely murder the fruit, he would let her do so in peace. Alexander looked up at Manny though, giving him the confirmation of what Thalia probably meant. [color=662d91]"Take that as a yes."[/color]

It was good to see ol' Manny again, having been gone for a little while now and leaving Alexander conversing with Thalia instead, which honestly had been a good change of pace. The old veteran was quickly approaching the last piece of food on his plate when Manny popped a question; a rather uncomfortable question when Alexander thought about it. Should he be honest and tell him, them talking about his wife and themselves being broken? Alexander spent what felt like an eternity picking after the last meatball with his fork, throwing the mental ball back and forth. They had talked about lots of things, but this? 

Alexander finally pierced the last meatball after having chased it around his plate, holding it up to his mouth as a gave Thalia a knowing look, then at Manny as he smiled. [color=662d91]"Nothing special, just what we'll be doing here in the Camp. Thalia thinks I should become a radio host now that I might be put in Communications, but we'll see. What about you, Manny? Where do they want you working?"[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B8860B]Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=#B8860B]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Mexico Beach: L5 (Mess Hall)
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It was a peculiar concept that Nigel and Erica were particepating in right then and there; not just talking like they had done after they first met on that swampy, desolute road alongside Hank and Wayne, but chatting. Chatting about the non-important things in life, not Nigel having a lecture on Rome. It was normal, and it was a nice change. Nigel returned the smile as he shook his head in defeat upon hearing Erica's justification for NASCAR. [color=#B8860B]"Okay you got me there, I won't judge. I doubt anyone can fix a car as quick as they did back then."[/color]

Nigel did raise a brow to Erica with the mention of beer over wine, though as promised, he wouldn't judge. [color=#B8860B]"And here I thought you were a fancy girl. I guess you're lucky though, probably is easier to make beer than wine these days…I didn't think about that."[/color] Nigel said to Erica, his smile slowly fading into one of slight disappointment as he realized the gravity of his words. Wine wasn't the easist drink to produce indeed, and such production probably wasn't one Camp Mexico Beach prioritized either. And so the Roman Nigel took a sip of his glass in defeat. 

He would be thankful that Erica continued the conversation about tonight's beach party, which gave Nigel other matters to think of. [color=#B8860B]"Not sure, haven't really thought about the party all that much to be honest. As long as it's fun and safe, I'm just looking forward to unwind for once. Perhaps getting to know some new people, which we probably should do sooner or later. What about you?"[/color] Nigel answered Erica, finishing his meal as he too looked around the mess hall and seeing Hunter leave with the girl from earlier. Still so many people to get to know, but hopefully they would the time they'd need.