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[h3][color=662d91][i][b]Alexander Polawski[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Mess Hall (C)
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	If there was one thing the mess hall wasn't, it was quiet. Conversations were filling the whole room, and not in hushed whispers either. People were laughing, joking, arguing and whatnot, much to Alexander's safety. He felt safe in that enviroment, helped by Thalia's and Thana's presence at the table, his girls. Alexander was glad to have them, Thalia as a safe retreat he could rely on due to their time together and Thana as a trusted superior. The Roman guy, Nigel he introduced himself as, he was unsure of where he had. So far he seemed like a polite man, apparently having had a conversation with Angel already. So far Alexander didn't mind his presence. 

	Thalia was amusing to look at in the very least, though he wouldn't be far off himself after Thana kindly explained to him how to eat the sushi. [color=662d91]"Thank the Lord we don't have chopsticks then, 'cause I never figured out how to use them. Good thing we have clean fingers."[/color] Alexander responded to Thana, grabbing a piece of sushi and putting it carefully into his mouth. Nigel the Roman did the same thing, clearly finding the sight of Thalia assulting the fish-rolls with such ferocity intimidating, but her answer of the bowling trophy too good not to smile at. [color=662d91]"What she said, Mr. Caesar. Those things are death traps, you know? Especially the old ones, solid metal. Could kill ya."[/color] Alexander elaborated further, stuffing another sushi roll into his mouth while Nigel chuckled a little, looking as if he tried to tread lightly. [color=#B8860B]"…not going to argue with that. Just makes me wonder one of life's fundamental questions in the style of Platon; Out of all places in the world, why would a bowling trophy find its way to a military camp?"[/color] The Roman actor asked back, more easily picking up the sushi and eating. Clearly this man had eaten sushi before. Did all young people eat sushi back in the day? 

	[color=662d91]"Never be surprised what Uncle Sam has in store. Haven't changed one bit."[/color] Was Alexander's cryptic answer to Nigel, before nodding to what Thalia had said. [color=662d91]"Work's going well, feels good to do something again. Leg's working out like a charm."[/color] The old veteran confessed with a smile, looking at Thana with the ususal old man's look of "I'm doing fine, don't worry about me." Alexander caught Nigel's curious look, though he couldn't blame the man. Mugsy himself was curious about the sweaty, shaven-head man and why he'd been working with Thana today. [color=662d91]"This taste…yeah, this taste like noouk mom. Haven't tasted this in years."[/color]


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[h3][color=B8860B][i][b]Nigel Cooper[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=B8860B]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Mess Hall (C)
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	Nigel had a few questions for the old veteran seated with Thana and Thalia, though they would have to wait as the one-armed Amazon was approached by a CMB member. Had Nigel seen him before, and if he had he couldn't remember it now. While he didn't catch his name at first, he noted one of the two following him, Mizrahi who Nigel thought he was set to help with his English. So far the neo-Roman hadn't gotten to introduce himself, making himself a note to get a quick hello in once he had time. Turning his sushi-filled mouth's attention back to Thalia and the man, Thalia calling him Joaqiun, Nigel couldn't help but find his theatrical entry onto the stage as amusing as the story of the bowling trophy. 

	[color=#B8860B]"There is a tide in the affairs of men which, which taken at the floud leads on to fortune;  Omitted, all the voyage of their lives are bound in shallows and in miseries."[/color] Nigel casually recited after Joaquin and seated himself opposite of Thalia, grabbing another sushi-roll and shoving it into his mouth as before. His hand was slow to lower from his mouth, however, as he noted the confused look on Alexander's face. The old man, his face weathered, worn with a lifetime of widsom and expereince, either didn't get the reference or thought Nigel "Hadrian" was acting all funny. Not in a good way. Swallowing the sushi, Nigel set to clarify his lesson. [color=#B8860B]"Shakespear, [i]Julius Caesar[/i]? Watched a school production of it when I was still a teacher."[/color] 

	Nigel hoped the answer would satisfy Alexander's inquiry, almost relieved that they were getting another lunch guest at their table - Ash, the real military man of the newcomers. When asked if his presence was welcomed, Nigel looked up at him alongside the old veteran, both of whom shook their heads. [color=#B8860B]"No please, by all means, amicus."[/color] [color=662d91]"I don't mind, best to become aquainted since we're already here. So, Nigel, you acted or something then? I remember you said something playing with swords when we first got here."[/color] The old man asked Nigel, his face both in honest curiosity and disciplined restraint, though Nigel didn't like how he phrased his question. Nigel's own face turned from less enthusiastic, a sterner look washing over it, his voice held back like the good old teacher he was. 

	[color=#B8860B]"Not acting, [i]reen[/i]acting. There's a big difference in playing with swords and actually swinging them. Also I was a teacher of history, not theatre"[/color] the neo-Roman clearly took some offense at Alexander's words, not easily hidded from the old veteran who probably saw this. The old man put down the last sushi-roll he was about to eat and put his hands up defensively. [color=662d91]"Hey just askin', I didn't know. The only reenactment I ever saw was the retirees back in Chicago doing Civil War battles out in the park. Shakespeare caught me off guard, only that."[/color] Nigel took Alexander's answer with a grain of salt, but allowed himself to accept it nonetheless in the company of others. Even for his passion, he was still the weird guy with the sword, he had to admit - reluctantly. [color=#B8860B]"Okay, no hard feelings…so, what about yourself? The same as Ashton, was it?"[/color] 

	The old veteran's face strained itself suddenly, although disciplined in some form, though Alexander did answer after a long time of chewing the very last sushi-roll and looking at Thalia - already talking with Joaquin - and Thana. [color=662d91]"It was a very, very long time ago…long before any of you were born, before I finally got to taste sushi and the…"[/color] Alexander began to answer back, though the latter choice of food he failed at uttering as he coughed heavily. The old man looked okay though, holding his hand up to gesture he wasn't dying and only having eaten it wrongly. Nigel was about to get up and help the poor old man when he was gestured down again, but the neo-Roman did eye Ash's plate of seafood and pointed at it. [color=#B8860B]"And the tuna casserrole?"[/color]

	Alexander finally ceased his coughing and took a deep breath of fresh air, nodding wearily to Nigel in his excellent assement of his choice of words. [color=662d91]"Tuna Casserole. Damn this sushi. It was good, but next time I'll take the Tuna Casserrole."[/color]