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[h3][color=662d91][i][b]Alexander Polawski[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Administration (A)
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	Alexander couldn't help but wear that wide grin on his face for the remainder of this part of their clean-up duty, the General's words sticking to him like a bee hellbent on the ice cream in your hand. He felt useful for the first time in years, and not just because someone's life depended on him. That he'd never truly felt proud of, that was more of a given when it was the life of a friend in your hands. This felt different, it felt better. The General was a good man then, just like he had been back nearly fourty years ago, a people-person. 

	attention was therefore fixed on the task at hand and Thalia's conversation with him, wits and friendly words between the two amputees interwoven with them cleaning up the basement. While Thalia listed off the various items of dubious origins, Alexander was in finishing up his corner of the room that had been particularly dirty. Hadn't he known better, he'd swore he'd found a hidden Viet-Cong tunnel entrance in the muddled corner. But for he pressed and scrutinized the would-be target of an Army tunnel rat, it was nothing more than dirty brick and stone. [color=662d91]"I really, really don't want to know how some of things got here. I mean, I know people own weird shit and bring weirder stuff with them, but Jesus Holy Christ, Thalia…"[/color] Alexander responded to her vocal list, letting out a laugh both before and after his words had crossed the room. Whether or not she had actually found a ball-gag and…other naughty stuff, he wasn't interested in. It brightened the mood a whole lot though, which he appriciated. Just like he appriciated Thalia and her equally bad people's skills as his own. It was perhaps an odd friendship, but it worked. 

	Alexander payed more attention to Thalia's request however as she asked him to come and take a look at something for her. [color=662d91]"What have you found? Not a tunnel I hope."[/color] Alexander answered as he turned around and made his way towards Thalia, crossing the room towards a certain pool of cleaning agent. From what he could see, she was holding a piece of paper in her hands. Before he could push her for more information however, his foot stepped in something slippery. Then his prostethic one. Back and forth faster and faster like a god damned helicopter rotor, all the while Alexander only said [color=662d91]"Shit shit shit shit"[/color] louder and louder. At least the hockey-pocket ended, though not for the better. Both of Mugsy's legs flew up in the air and his back falling like an anchor dead in the water. Landing on the hard floor Alexander lost all of the air from his breath, his sense of comprehension of what the fuck just happened. And to add insult to injury?

	His leg flew off. 

	The forceful impact was enough to plop the prostethic leg right off Alexander's leg and eject it in the direction of Thalia, landing with a methalic thud somewhere in-between the two of them. Ol' Mugsy lay on the floor blissfully unaware of the SECOND loss of his leg, trying for a solid half a minute to breath until his lungs started working again. It hurt, it hurt like hell all over his body. When Alexander could finally breath again, the first thing to leave his lips were a heavy [color=662d91]"I'm too old for this shit…"[/color] 



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[h3][color=B8860B][i][b]Nigel Cooper[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=B8860B]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Hydroponic Gardens (T)
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	It was somewhat reassuring to hear Thana's perspective on the Shakespearean, dramatic member of the Gonsalez dynasty, hearing that he wasn't the only one who found the figure both peculiar and amusing. Somewhat, for if he were to take insult to Nigel's viperous words from earlier, who was to say that Joaquin wouldn't take vengance with the tip of his sword during their promised sparring? Seemed fighting with the weapons of their ancestors run in Thalia's family, like the knights of old. A worthy advisary then. What had Nigel gotten himself into now?

	Nigel's focus was still on the issue of him and his abilities to swim, his shoulders slowly tensing up the longer he waited for Thana's clarification. She reassured him that he wouldn't be thrown to the sharks so to speak, leaving him with a sigh of relief and lowering his shoulders. [color=#B8860B]"Okay…good. For a moment there I thought you were sending me to battle Poseidon himself. Lead the way then, looking forward to seeing what you all have managed to built in this bastion of civilization."[/color] Nigel couldn't help but reply back to Thana, whom he guessed could only be described as a benevolent superior, at least for the coming week he was working for her. From the sound of it, the next destination on this minature Oddesey was even greater than what he'd witnessed the first part of the day. Even for his less than ideal relation with the water, he was looking forward to it. 

	At recieving the wet suit and seeing Thana partially undress Nigel looked away shyly, growing a little red in his cheeks as he was, well, uncomfortable. He was not fast enough in his evasive maneuvere to escape the sight of her many scars. They reminded him of those he'd seen gashed into Tatiana during Quarantine, sending a shiver down his spine. Nigel was a few moments behind Thana when he finally got started. He pulled off his thin shirt and got out of his pants - quickly and clumsily, not wanting to remain under-dressed for too long - before he got into his own wet suit. All the while he tried taking in Thana's instructions on what they would be doing, no herculian effort but still a lot for Nigel who had never done anything like this. 

	[color=#B8860B]"Understood, I think I get it. I'll do my best, just poke me or something if I do something wrong down there."[/color] Nigel told Thana, taking the offered bag from her and trying to imagine what the underwater garden would look like. Roman antiquity really hadn't prepared him for this now, had it? [color=#B8860B]"Ready to cross the Rubicon, Thana. This landcrab will try not to drown. Did you do anyhing like this when you worked for the U.N.?"[/color]