[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 had to give Manny a thoughtful look at he tilted his head while looking at the fellow baby-boomer. Really? Alexander shook his head in playful disbelief at the thought of him as good-mannered radio-voice guy Manny thought him to be. Now it was a entertaining thought to play with, but Alexander had never been a social person. Still, perhaps his stay in Mexico Beach would change that as well? [color=662d91]"Maybe, we'll see. As long as I could play Stones and Beatles, perhaps I could become a happy man."[/color]

The old veteran nodded in agreement as Manny cleared his throat, listening to his good friend talk of his recruitment into the medical part of the military camp. It was good, Manny was one hell of a medic that CMB deserved to have on their team. If not from his book knowledge or past expertice in civilian life, then his battlefield experience made him great in Alexander's book. [color=662d91]"If they don't have the equiptment you need, they should try finding some. Trust me, teeth problems are as much a problem as any other injury if left untreated. They'll be glad to have you."[/color] Alexander reassured Manny, knowing he was being honest. 

Alexander looked up at Thalia as she began to leave the table, but not before giving him a bump on his shoulder. A good bump, a kind bump. Has she left her hand there for a moment longer, Alexander might have patted her back as a friendly gesture, not minding her unruly handling of her new limb. It was the thought that count, that's what Judith always told him. Especially when he screwed something up. "Don't be sad, Alex honey, it's the thought that counts." Alexander fought a sudden, yet precise urde to shed a tear, focusing on what Manny had continued to talk about him in moment of weakness. About what? Education? And not having kids…

They hadn't talked a whole lot about their families, only brief mentions in passing before making their way south. So Alexander didn't know much about Manny and his family life, and the same applied to him. The matter-of-fact tone from Manny after the pause, noting it, but keeping silent about it. He could relate only too much to him. [color=662d91]" Yeah, same with Judith and I. I know what you mean, pal."[/color] Alexander reassured Manny, leaning forward in his seat as he watched Thalia walk away. As a matter of fact it seemed more people were leaving as well, probably getting ready for the party later tonight. Alexander looked back at Manny, watching him patiently eat his food. [color=662d91]"So, what's the plan for the beach party?"[/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) -> L5 (Outside of Mess Hall)
[color=#B8860B][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

Nigel laughed alongside Erica and let his gaze wander upwards to the ceiling, leaning back in his seat in thought. [color=#B8860B]"Well I always assumed you were, so I'd say you are. Or were, but what do I know. According to my pupils, I didn't understanding anything."[/color]  Nigel joked about his perhaps pre-mature adultness, if that was a thing? So she wasn't a fancy girl then? Not that Nigel cared, he wasn't fancy at all either, not a former farmer's boy like him. Nigel lowered his head and looked at Erica again at the mention of wine, pulling his mouth in a thin smile. [color=#B8860B]"I hope so. I guess hope is the only thing we have left in this world, so perhaps I should start being a bit more hopeful now."[/color]

The Mess hall was starting to see its own exodus of people as the time of the beach party was approaching. Nigel waited a moment after Erica had turned in her dirty plate and cutlery before doing so himself, keeping their table occupied as if a roaming Germanic warband would sweep in and take Erica away from him. He thanked the people responsible for their humble but appriciated meal, before making his way back to Erica and leaning against the table. [color=#B8860B]"Sounds like a solid plan to me, if I may steal said plan from you. We got new roommates to share space with, so getting to know them sooner is better rather than later. You haven't met any of yours yet, have you?"[/color] Nigel asked Erica, leaning away from the table and looking around the Mess hall. People were still leaving, so this was probably as good time as any to do the same. [color=#B8860B]"Come on then, we don't have all night. Nescis quid serus vesper vehat."[/color] Nigel said back, beginning to make his way out of the Mess Hall and out to the open sky of Florida. 

The open sky, it was a beauty to behold in itself. Well, it would surely have been hadn't it been overcast that night. But hey, it beat staring up at a grey ceiling all week long. If and when Erica followed, Nigel would tell her [color=#B8860B]"Wish we could do some stargazing, hadn't it been for Jupiter obscuring it…sorry, I really need to have a Latin-detox, don't I?"[/color]