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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) -> Administration (A)
[i][b][color=662d91]Skills:[/color][/b][/i] N/A
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	While the sushi roll had been extracted from the wrong hole in Alexander's digestive system and he could breath normally again, he still gave a couple of muffled coughs in his elbow just to cough up the last pieces of rice and fish still bothering him. The young Roman man had been in the process of standing up, as Alexander could note other members of the present lunch gathering had too, but he was fine. People cared it seemed, cared for ol' Mugsy. 

	Much of the following conversation around the highschool/army lunch table then evolved into subjects that Alexander had few connections with, besides Thana's culinary observations on the sushi versus the tuna casserole. [color=662d91]"So far the basement's been cool as a spring breeze across deck while in Bermuda, but duly noted. Perhaps next time I'll try the salad."[/color] Alexander said back to Thana with a smile on his face, knowing well what she was talking about. Both touring 'Nam and spending many summers sailing the Carribean had taught Alexander that a mouthful of cold rice fared better than the army MREs one got off the supply truck. This little detour of his mind back to both younger and happier days held Alexander's attention away from the remainders of the conversation - Hunter's not-so-quiet apology for last night's behaviour, Nigel the Roman having an impromptu Shakespeare-moment with Thalia's brother and Thalia herself sliding under the table. Wait, Thalia sliding?

	The old veteran as brought back to his senses by this sudden event and ringing of the bell for the unknowable time - their lunch was over. Thana too was standing up from the table and making her way out with Nigel not far behind, leaving Alexander a fair distance behind Thalia on her way back to work. Somewhat dumbstruck by seeing Thalia appear out underneath the table and leaving, Alexander did the same as the walking majority and went to dispense his tray, then following in Thalia's footsteps. [color=662d91]"Good lunch, thanks for the chat all. See you later."[/color] He excused himself politely to the table, giving Nigel a longer look than the others as if to be sincere to the thin-skinned Roman. 

	Alexander tried to catch up with Thalia at a reasonable pace, no need of sprinting like a madman under a hail of machinegun fire if it could be avoided. The problem was mostly his leg. Jogging and running was something he'd yet to practice with his prostethis, so to actually catch up with his Latino friend was harder than expected. [color=662d91]"Thalia? Give me a moment, I can't run with this leg just yet…"[/color] Alexander shouted after Thalia in an attempt to get her attention, slowing his pace as he felt his balance turn worse with every step forward it took. Nothing to worry about, just like the sushi,  but ol' Mugsy was not the youth he used to be. [color=662d91]"Quite…quite the crowd at lunch, wasn't it? Odd fella that one…"[/color] Alexander would say casually to Thalia, realizing his vauge words mid-sentence. [color=662d91]"Nigel, I mean, that Roman teacher guy. Any idea what his deal was?"[/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) -> Hydroponic Gardens (T)
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	For Nigel the situation around the lunch table appeared to be under control. At least in regards to Alexander's coughing-fit and Thana welcoming Ash to her side at the table. Things were calm and casual, or for a lack of better words things were normal. Normal. No, that was the perfect word to describe the pleasent atmosphere which Nigel found himself sitting in, well normal all things considered. Even having Hunter make his way over to them and taking a seat beside Nigel felt anticipated at this point. 

	Oh wait, who could forget the presence of Joaqiun the Orater? Nigel had no choice but to be pulled into the Shakespearean monolouge, now a dialouge played at the very stage of the Globe Theatre as Joaqiun continued to recite 17th century lines with the dramatics of a Greek tragedy. Not only was Thalia the one-handed Amazon being made a prop in this production, Nigel was besieged by yet more lines from "Julius Caesar". Not only tossed these verbal catapults armaments of the sea and its allegory to their human fates, but Nigel was also called a tempest and offered yet more sparring - both in the rights of arms and tounges. Nigel couldn't help but looked up at the standing Joaquin and give him an empty look, as if the reality of the absurd scene hadn't hit him yet, before giving him an attempt at a smile. [color=#B8860B]"I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed…Yes, I suppose I'm okay with my sparring."[/color] 

	With the business of Joaqiun - hopefully - set aside for now, Nigel wanted to return to the normality he had wished for in the interview many days ago. Several people began talking with him, Ash giving him a nod as his name had been mentioned, while Thalia corrected Nigel's line of questioning from earlier. Of course, how could his mind has misplaced such information? [color=#B8860B]"Right, should have remembered that. Hopefully we can make ourselves a home here too…"[/color] He added, letting his voice drop as Thalia cursed the dreaded bowling trophy to oblivion. Nigel instead turned to Hunter and his not-so-subtle apology for yesterday. For everyone Nigel had experienced about Hunter the past week, Nigel felt the apology was a sincere one. Perhaps his handling of the drunken sod had put some sense into the young soldier? Ash of all people was the one to reassure Hunter that these things happened. Nigel couldn't help but look at Ash again, this time pulling a half smile at the soldier and nodding back at him. [color=#B8860B]"He's right, mistakes are part of our nature. What makes us human are how we attempt to correct them. And to that I think you know who deserves that apology the most, okay?"[/color] Nigel said quietly to Hunter, putting his hand at his shoulder in a reassuring manner like the old teacher he was. 

	With time came the ringing of the bell once again, signalling their lunch was over and it was time to return to work. Thana was quick to point out the time, and Nigel didn't need to be reminded twice. The neo-Roman got up from the table and bidding the table farewel for now, following Thana to dispose of the tray and then back out to work. The walk back to the gardens was quick enough, Nigel had gotten the most out of the air-conditioned mess-hall after the hard work before, and was ready for toil the soil once again. [color=#B8860B]"What's the next work on the list then? More of the same as before?"[/color]