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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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	Don't move around too much. Yup that was what a medic would have told him in a situation like this. He could do that, not move around to much. To be frank it was making him dizzy anyway, so Alexander wasn't going to question the young Medic. Dizzy enough to not have seen Rolodex in the same room, giving her a faint smile just before she and Thalia ran off. For once it hadn't been him running for a gurney. They were so kind to get it for him, his two good girls…girl and lady? 

	Alexander was still fiddling with his leg when Medic told him to forget about the leg, at least until he'd gotten some X-rays. He would probably have objected to being a pirate, after all he hated walking without it and knew he'd need someones help if he were to leave the basement, but Medic clearly had his check-up routine all ready for this moment. Anything wrong or hurting? Alexander sighed as he gave up his futile attempt of becoming two-legged again, instead focusing on what Medic told him to do. [color=662d91]"Anything hurting? Yeah, my head and my bum, perhaps my back somewhere. Feels like someone nacked me with a hammer. But anything wrong?"[/color] 

	Alexander put down his leg and focused entirely on his old, worn body for anything 'wrong'. Broken bones or injuries, anything the old veteran could think of from experience. But nothing felt out of place, especially his head and lower parts. Alexander turned to Medic still keeping watch over him and gave him a slow thumbs up. [color=662d91]"It just hurts like Hell, but nothing feels broken. I think I'll be okay. Thanks Medic. I don't want to be of any trouble…"[/color] Alexander continued to assure Medic, patting his one and a half leg to see if he still felt them, which he did. Yeah, this was far better than getting shot with an AK-47 in the jungle. [color=662d91]"What's your name, son? I hope you're not running around saving us old folks and their asses all day?"[/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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	Nigel was ready to get some more work done for the day, hoping to avoid anymore ill-mentions of swimming classes and the like - how ironic that thought was didn't occur to Nigel, seen as swimming was exactly what said work entailed. Unlike the heavy labours of the greenhouse on land he wasn't concerned about sweating to death like a lost Roman trader in the scorching Arabian desert. Swimming googles, snorkle and other tools to use upon the charge into the sea, Nigel was awaiting Thana the Athenian's orders for their submerged campaign when she gave him an odd stare. The stare when he had said something odd.

	[color=#B8860B]"Yes…swords…"[/color] was Nigel's only comment to Thana, unsure what she had thought he had meant with the sparring. His students from before the End had given him the same kind of looks, though he'd never really gotten a grip on what they had been thinking. Wooden swords or simple sticks? Short knives? Nigel couldn't remember seeing anyone in Camp Mexico armed with swords or spears like Thana the Gonzales had mentioned the night before, though the fact that Joaquin had told him to duel word and swords hinted at their existence. 

	With Thana's laughter sank into the grimy water of the Atlantic Ocean alongside herself, Nigel let her comment pass and moved onto the task at hand. Nigel put on his googles and put the snorkel into his mouth, unfamiliar with the instrument of underwater breathing, then went under too. Underwater Nigel was slowly growing from a fish out of water and into…something more fitting. Through the grime and sandy water he first noted Thana's actions, then began to copy them. Buckets lifted out of the water, the dead leaves and vines of the underwater plants trimmed, much like his mama's garden. What Nigel liked in finesse and experience, he made up from in strength compared to Thana. 

	He felt for her and her injury, its source still unknown to the Roman, and he paid attention to her as she hauled one last bucket out of the water [color=#B8860B]"Want me to take it up Mess then? I can probably carry it myself, if you want to stay here and continue."[/color]