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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's old and weathered hands from years of experience slid down the side of his thighs, founding the cold basement floor for support as he rested his body and leaned forward. Who would have thought that getting the air knocked out of you really tired one out? Not to mention the ass-hurt he'd gotten. Ol' Mugsy could however let his body rest at ease for the moment, the young Medic apparently satisfied by his answers and joining the idle, yet formal form of conversation. [color=662d91]"Believe or not, I know how that feels. Exactly. Me, I was only referred to as 'Sparky' for years back in my youth. Nearly forgot what my real name was."[/color] Alexander said casually back to Medic, growing a slight smirk on his face accompanied by a chuckle. Yeah, those were the days. 

	Ol' Mugsy was less certain how to respond to the name he'd been told. Not the name he would have picked for Medic, but then again Alexander had a exstensive record of coming up with bad names - the first meeting with Thalia, Lola and the TANK came to mind, reminding him briefly that soon he would visit the Kiwi's final resting place. That would have to wait for now, hopefully not too long considering he was getting an X-ray, as Medic revealed what his name was. [color=662d91]"Jahosafat…did I say that right? Sounds like that Palestinian fella' before this shit went down…"[/color] Alexander mused audibly, hopefully causing no offense to the kind young man who'd come to check up on him. The fear that he'd said something bad caught up with the old man, making him turn to look at Medic again, wiping off his own sweat that had accumalated on his brow.

	[color=662d91]"Not that it matters. Anyhow, I feel okay enough, been through a heck of a lot worse than a simple fall. I hope I haven't caused a huge mess with it. Will they be back soon, Thalia and Rolodex?"[/color] Alexander asked Medic, waiting a moment in silence for his reply before looking down at his fancy pirate's leg, shaking his head for himself. [color=662d91]"At least I haven't lost my marbles, that's something."[/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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	[color=#B8860B]"Yeah, sure thing Athena."[/color] Nigel responded duly to Thana, himself pushing himself out of the water and onto the underwalk of the pier as well. Water soaked off him and his wet suit, even his almost bald head that had only recovered extremely sparingly from the Spartan shave earlier. He didn't mind taking the buckets on the cart, since that was his role for that day's work. Thana the Wise was the administrative force behind their little excursion to the realm of Poseidon, not him. So off to work it was, one bucket at a time. 

	Nigel put away the snorkle back in his bag, swimming googles dangling around his neck as he went for the first bucket of what the Sea had offered to the two mortals. It wasn't as heavy as the punishment of Atlas, though for the decently muscular neo-Roman he huffed and puffed as he lifted the bucket from the waterwalk and onto the cart. There were several buckets, so he was just going to get used to it. He couldn't help but stop to read the piece of paper Thana had attached to the bucket, curious as to what she had written. It was not a huge surprise really - an overview of what the individual bucket contained and how much. Going back to get another bucket, Nigel turned to Thana to remark something of amusement: [color=#B8860B]"First the entrace-exam we took in Quarantine, and now this? I haven't had this much paperwork since I graded my student's last history exam. Nothing new under the sun I suppose?"[/color] 

	Bucket for bucket, huffs and puffs later Nigel had placed the last bucket onto the cart when Thana cracked like an egg. Several eggs. Suddenly Nigel became peckish for eggs, prepared one way or another. Did they have chickens here in CMB? Nigel shook off the distraction and listened to Thana's new orders. [color=#B8860B]"No problem, should be do-able with the cart."[/color] Nigel answered her, grabbing the handle of the cart and pushing it forwards. The underwalk was slippery, but being aware of this kept Nigel on his feet as he pushed the cart along, leaving Thana close behind him to lock up as she said. [color=#B8860B]"I mentioned me swordfighting with Joaquin and Thalia earlier, right? I assume that's not something the General and others are going to allow just like that? Is that something I have to work towards, as in the "debt" us newcomers have? Just thought I'd ask before I do something stupid."[/color]