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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 be certain he was actually hearing sounds coming from the far distance, sounds of talking voices and running feet on hard steps. Perhaps him having lifted his head after taking a reverse nose-dive had depleted his brain of much-needed oxygen and all he was hearing was the faint recollections of either his time in boot-camp or chasing a burglar down the stairs. It was a real possibility, because what little brain power he had left was still focused on attaching the prostethic leg onto his stump. 

	Attempting to attach his leg was perhaps more fitting, as he was fumbling with it upon the entrance of Thalia plus another face he did not recognize. The haze that had engulfed ol' Mugsy was slowly blown away from his vision as he stopped what he was doing and looking up at the approaching Medic. Medic? [color=662d91]"Connor? No, wait…wrong Medic."[/color] Alexander answered Medic as he was introduced, feeling his senses come back to him and his understanding of the situation alongside it. No, he was in fact not in some Yankee dug-out, but the basement of the Administration building of Camp Mexico Beach. This man was in-fact not 'Jude' Connor, not even the right race.

	[color=662d91]"Alexander. No, I don't think so…I mean it hurts like a mother fucker, my bum. Slipped on something, unless I've gone and pissed myself, which…I'm not that old. Thalia?"[/color] Alexander responded to the medical expert, trying to sit up straight and getting a feel of himself. Yes he was in pain, but how bad it was he couldn't really tell. Pain was odd like that, both tangible and yet hard to measure. Alexander had at this point turned his attention back to his leg, looking from it and over to Thalia, then Medic. [color=662d91]"The leg came off, but I think it's fine. Would you be so kind and help me get it back on, son? I'd rather be crippled with both my legs attached just yet."[/color] 

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[h3][color=B8860B][i][b]Nigel Cooper[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=B8860B]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Underwater Garden (U)
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	She preferred "Athena" to "Muse of Poseidon". Nigel narrowed his grin into a normal smile, agreeing on her judgement on who she'd rather be. [color=#B8860B]"Athena, excellent choice. I couldn't agree more really."[/color] Nigel said with his almost childhish smile, pleasently surprised by the historical banter he was having with Thana, something he really couldn't have had with anyone else in the camp. The expections had been Erica and her friendship, Adelaide from the bar the night before, and Joaquine with his theatrics. Thinking about it, Nigel so far preferred Erica and Thana. [color=#B8860B]"Personally I'm biased towards Romulus, but that's perhaps not a surprise."[/color] 

	Nigel's smile wasn't one to retreat in the face of such a formidable pesonality as Thana, looking between her and the fish-filled with surrounding them. He'd seen the fishes when he had gone under, glad to see the servants of Neptune and Poseidon. He had never been in fervor with fishing or the sea life, but the sight of Nature doing what She did best had alongside everything he'd witnessed that day, was as if a sense of joy that hadn't been flowing through him for eons. And Thana's simple Latin added onto that? [color=#B8860B]"Today's been a good day. It's been a long time since I've been able to say that."[/color] 

	Upon the suggestion that Nigel should possible want to attend some swimming-lessons run by the man called Maddoc, the Roman teacher was at a lack of words for a moment. Was this a jest on her part? Nigel could swim and dice, that was far from the…issue he was having - It was the depths that troubled him. The smile that had been planted on his face dripped off like the saltwater from his only recently buzz-haired head. But Nigel didn't get the same feeling he'd gotten from Hank and Wayne when they orated like Thana had, she felt genuine. [color=#B8860B]"I'll consider it, if I'm to be posted here for the week. I guess it is something to fill my time with, between me sparring with Thalia, Joaquine…I guess my sword arm's going to be sore after this."[/color] 

	Then it was time to get back to work. Enough chattering, there was a battle to be fought so to speak. [color=#B8860B]"I'm ready as I can ever be. I sure hope you're right, I've seen watery Undead before."[/color] Nigel retorted back to Thana, wiping his face for seawater and waiting for her further orders like the good legionaire he was. Ready to enter the realm of Neptune, like a fish out of water. How fitting.