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[h3][color=4682b4][i][b]Ash Holloway[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=4682b4]Location:[/color][/b][/i] M5 ((N) O.B. Room 2G) -> Assembly (P)
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	Ash was no stranger to memorial services. You couldn't be in the Army for more than a few seconds without taking part in the affairs of a dead person's loved ones, visiting a place made hallowed by the blood of patriots, or hearing pointed reports of people who lived their lives in service to others. It came with the job. Ash himself had to pen a handful of letters back home, detailing the final moments of people under his command. Combat Engineer, MOS 12b. It came with the territory. On the other hand, recently funerals seemed like a novelty. With few exceptions, saying goodbye to those close to you was a hurried thing, or quiet words whispered when you thought you were safe enough to take a breather. Memorials were kept in your thoughts, as if replaying past events with the person kept part of them alive. Maybe it did, in a vague way. Maybe it was just comforting to one's self. Either way, nowadays it was a luxury that many simply could not afford. Ash owed everyone buried most recently, Newnan people and Eden Team, a piece of silent gratitude. Mostly for himself, he needed to say goodbye to a man he considered a lifelong friend, even if he'd only been introduced to him a tiny few years ago. 

	With this in mind, the more familiar, more grim look came over Ash, exiting his and Thana's quarters. He strode down the hallways, keeping to his side and looking every bit the military man, despite the obvious lack of sidearm and insignia. He returned the simple greetings of those who passed them his way as not to offend, though his thoughts were elsewhere. Specifically, he didn't know really what he might say when he got to this memorial, or if he should say anything at all. For that matter, what might be the point to coming out to see a patch of dirt under which lay a person he saw die in front of him, a year and a half ago? But something told him that this was the right thing to do. Not just because it might be a point of closure for himself (which was primary), but because it was important to set an example. Or rather, not to set the example of staying behind after this opportunity was presented and seem ungrateful. 

	Coming out of Officers' Quarters, Ash shielded his eyes from the sun for the first few steps, until he adjusted to the light. Then it was a brisk walk down the street. He didn't expect that he would be first on the scene, and true to that he was not. By the time Ash made it over to the appointed area, there was already a small group in front of the party bus. He noted Joaquin, the Padre, and a man who he didn't remember meeting formally but who was referenced to as Bass. But it wasn't just Mexico Beach locals; Riley and Amelia were present, as were Jack and Tatiana, who he felt like he hadn't seen in months. And Manny, of course, but he Ash noted that he was not part of wither Newnan nor Eden's assault team, as it left from the water treatment facility so long ago. Someone had mentioned that Manny was picked up along the way, actually [i]in[/i] Eden unwillingly, so that made some sense. It was only right that he give a formal goodbye to the people who died trying to bust him out. Ash nodded familiarly to the man, but said nothing for the moment. 

	He did extend a hearty handshake to Jack, and open his arms wide to give Tatiana a hug. His stern face was tempered by the body language he was putting off, open yet a little introspective, might lead one to conclude a less lasting, healthier version of his general stoicism that Ash was known for among his clique of survivors. His face formed a sad sort of smile as he gave nonverbal acknowledgement to Amelia and Riley. Between the five of them, it looked like they were getting the band back together, in a manner of speaking. Team Newnan, sans their preferred method of transportation/team mascot, the Hordebuster. Ash would really miss that truck. At least he had the gear shift knob to remember it by. 

	When he finally did speak, it was a generalization toward the people representative of the ones who took them all in; Joaquin, Atticus, Bass, and even Daytona, sitting in the driver's seat. [color=4682b4]"I appreciate the hell out of you all for letting us do this. I understand it's additional work on your part. Just wanted to say that I'm grateful. Thank you."[/color] Not the most colorful of speeches, granted, but Ash was not in the mood for anything rousing, just a touch of respect where it was due. The fact that his Virginian accent twanged a bit throughout was as much color as it needed, anyway. Ash was curious about the duffel bags that the two men carried, but he figured that if explanations were necessary they would be given. No, he was going to go along with the plan, whatever it may be, and then get back to work when he returned.  

	   




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[h3][color=dc143c][i][b]Thalia Carmichael[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=dc143c]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Hospital (B) -> Assembly (P) 
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	[color=dc143c]"Yeah, don't worry 'bout it, Mugs. Naht remotely the same thing,"[/color] said Thalia, in response to Alexander's apology for falling. It struck her as odd, considering that they'd been living out in Zed-infested hell for a while there, but he was feeling insecure about slipping in a puddle of cleaning solution when she, in comparison, merely took a bowling trophy to the face and didn't collapse. [color=dc143c]"Shit just happens sometimes."[/color] There was a steady amount of impatience in her voice and her eyes never went back to Alexander, instead keeping tabs on the area around them like she expected an attack at any moment. There was a guy named Medic to handle any Medical issues. The least she could do was make sure the path was clear, even if this was mostly unnecessary, being inside of more civilized walls.  

	And so much as the older fellow was willing to let Thalia run off to shed a tear or two without him, the Mestiza lady wasn't having it. Alexander put in the time to get to know her, despite a rocky beginning. This meant that she wasn't running off unless there was a compelling reason, and she probably wasn't going to be nice about it. [color=dc143c]"Bullshit, Gramps. I ain't waiting for the next time and neithah ahre you. Let's get this ovah with."[/color] She seemed to pull the gurney a little faster, traversing the distance to the hospital with another burst of impatience. Many things she could wait for, and for hours on end; a squirrel to line up for a quick stab with a pronged spear, for instance. Or for an opening in a herd of Zeds to sprint through for survival. But this? No, not the kind of thing that inspired her calmer sense of biding time.

	Inside, the attention was passed along to the doctor, who seemed very no-nonsense in his approach with the patient. Until he opened his mouth, anyway. And even then, it wasn't what [i]he[/i] said more than the response to it. Thalia considered facepalming. Still not fully used to the prosthetic, she might have taken her life in her hands to do it. That consideration evaporated with the retort from Medic. Before she could stoop herself, a murmur escaped her lips, [color=dc143c]"...wait, you guys have jell-o?"[/color] Not the most edgy or glamorous thing to say right then, granted. It was what it was. Still, hanging around for X-rays and the like didn't take quite as long as Thalia thought it might. Of course, the fact that they had X-ray machines was a thing to really give dramatic pause, but after the revelation of Jell-O? Nah, anything was possible. 

	After Alexander was given a mostly clean bill of health by the doctor, and the subsequent paperwork which was beginning to irritate Thalia, they were given leave to, well, leave. The leaving part was just fine by her. But the fact that paper and ink came into this whole event was a little baffling to her. In the end, everything was sorted. No harm, no foul, take two aspirin and call in the morning. So walking out of the hospital, she gave a rough, [color=dc143c]"Thanks,"[/color] and, with the other notable cripple in the throng of assholes and misfits, made her way over to where the funeral people were gathering. She could see the Assembly location as soon as she opened the front door to exit Medical, and made a beeline toward it. Obviously she was not the first to arrive. 

	Thalia's steps slowed as she neared the group of people gathered, the vast majority of which were from the other group that entered CMB with them. Army Captain, Ballerina Mom, [i]Mr.[/i] Ballerina Mom, and those two women who reminded Thalia that she hadn't played pool a whole lot recently, thanks to their freshly shaved heads. She took up a spot nearish to Manny, giving him a little nod of recognition. What puzzled her was the absence of Thana. Usually glued to Army Captain, she was nowhere in sight. Maybe this was an opportunity for her to get that talk in. Or maybe it would be inappropriate, as if that ever stopped her before. She also noted her brother was part of their escort. Thalia jerked her head twice in his direction, silently getting his attention in a manner almost stereotypical to her people, asking, [color=dc143c]"¿Estamos bien?"[/color][sub]1[/sub] 

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1	=	Are we good/okay?
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