[color=lightgray][table][row][/row][row][cell][sup][color=f1c40f][h1]☠ πšƒπš†π™³: πšˆπšŽπšŠπš› 𝟻 π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 𝟺[/h1][/color] ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/sup] [color=f1c40f][b]Location:[/b][/color] Camp Mexico Beach [color=f1c40f][b]Weather Forecast:[/b][/color] Dawn at 5:57 A.M. - Dusk at 7:41 P.M. - High: 87F, Low: 72F - Winds SW at 4mph - Gusting to 10mph - No rain - Cloud Cover: 26% - Visibility: 9miles. [color=f1c40f][b]Notes:[/b][/color] Alright the funeral is over and the group is heading back. I had thought the time line was going to be a bit off but the general way things played out it isn't. All characters are in the same time, no one is head or behind at this point, which is good. No needing to worry about adjusting for that. So keep track of what is going on in other posts so you can gauge how much time is passing between the round. Now, having said that - the Funeral Detail is a tad ahead, when they reach the gate (next round not this round) then they will be perfectly lined up with the rest. [/cell][cell][center]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ [b][color=f1c40f]Date:[/color][/b] July 23rd, 2012 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ [img]https://i.ibb.co/hdH3d6d/dead-towel-2.jpg[/img] [/center][/cell][/row][/table][center][sup]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/sup][/center] [color=f1c40f][b]Hospital/Medical (B):[/b][/color] Like the last round Lisa has some cleaning to get done before the day is over. She still has about half an hour worth of work (She won't finish this round) - having said that there is an option - one can roll against her skill and if it passes she trims off half the time, if she fails though the time will go up by half. One doesn't have to roll for it but if you do, call it, once called then you have to roll and accept the results. If you crit fail... Tag me, we're gonna have to have a talk. Now, are you feeling lucky? Well are ya? :) [color=f1c40f][b]Inside Jail (AA):[/b][/color] Will update next round. [color=f1c40f][b]Streets of CMB (N5) -> Administration (A):[/b][/color] The streets are as they were the previous round, all good there. Inside of Administration and older woman trying far to hard to look younger than she was is sitting there filing her nails. (It's Rolodex) - the rest of the lobby is empty and the door to the back is closed. There is a pile of papers in the out going box but the in going box is empty. Place is quiet safe the sound of the file scraping across her nails and the A.C. unit blowing cool air from the vent at the top of the wall above her. [color=f1c40f][b]General Supply (R):[/b][/color] "Well it's about time," Auntie said as she quickly lowered the tea cup and acted like she hadn't been studying the thing intently. The look she had had on her face, dare one say a look of happiness, melted away to her usual scowl. Picking up the clipboard she shoved it towards Nikki. "Get them loaded and done, soon as the new girl gets back you better be out that door delivering them," she snipped before she started to walk off. Stopping she turned around, grabbed the tea cup, and then marched back to the back of the building. [color=f1c40f][b]CMB Graveyard (Bus):[/b][/color] Bass looked at Amelia and he waited patiently for her to hand over the weapons, taking the bat first and then the axe. She hadn't seemed like one that was going to give them difficulty but one never knew. People were full of surprises. She didn't though, she paused a minute but nothing that was uncommon as far as he was concerned. It was something he had seen a lot over the years. Someone got a weapon in their hand, especially now, it was hard to give it back, to give it up. Weapons were protection and it was easier to trust a weapon in ones hand to do that than someone you barely knew. He took both and slipped them into one of the bags before doing the same with Riley, then Tatiana and Jack. It was time for the next person to come on the bus. Seemed Alexander was following her and Riley. Taking the gun from Alexander, Bass checked the safety before setting down in the bag on the seat and shuffling the shells into the other bag. Ash was next and Bass gave the man a nod for the way he handed things over. Made it easier for him at least. Things packed away he turned his attention to Thalia. The gun came quickly but he could see her waiting on the shield. Joaquin nodded towards his sister. She needed to hand it over. And she did of course, there wasn't a problem but it was clear she didn't want to, then again who really wanted to be weaponless in this day an age. "Alright Manny, just you left," Atticus said as he motioned to the man to head over to Bass on the bus to hand over his weapon and shells. Joaquin glanced around the graveyard, his eyes shifting slowly from one point to another as he kept watch. They were nearly done loading everyone up. Once they were and the bus was moving things could relax a bit, not much, but a bit. Each step closer to being back to town was good, but it usually also meant that something was more likely to go wrong or someone would do something. [/color] [color=lightgray][CENTER]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center][table][row][/row][row][cell] [h3][color=0072bc][i][b]Thana Martin[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=0072bc]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Streets of CMB (N5) -> Administration (A) [i][b][color=0072bc]Skills:[/color][/b][/i] N/A [/cell][cell] [right][img]https://i.ibb.co/JdKs8wt/Thanascarred3-A.jpg[/img][/right] [/cell][/row][/table][CENTER]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center] Thana nodded. [color=0072bc]"I would think it had to be but as far as I am concerned this place is far too lax in its security. It isn't as lax as other places I have been but still not enough in my opinion."[/color] Thana glanced around a bit as they walked, thinking back to how easy it was for her to come inside the last settlement she had become a part of. She was put in charge of a major department on her second day. Granted there were extenuating circumstances but still. Herself and others after had come right in. The last settlement was friendlier to start than this one but that one did end up having someone murdered in the streets the first morning after she had arrived. Friendly didn't always pay off. Thana would frankly rather be hated and alive than liked. Then again, Thana was the type of woman that was glad her sister was dead and she didn't morn her mother. Quirking a brow, she glanced over at Nigel and chuckled. [color=0072bc]"Oh them kids have been better trained than I have I think. Half their day is spent in survival type classes. Boy scout type stuff, plus fighting, weapons, and so forth. Seen that one,"[/color] she said as she stopped walking and pointed to a boy with black hair that had startling blue eyes and oddly pale skin considering they were on a beach, [color=0072bc]"put Volts on his ass and three seconds later disarm Gregory. They train'um young here and put them out of the walls regularly."[/color] There was a slight shrug before she looked back to Nigel. [color=0072bc]"Dad had me usin'a gun before I was ten and that was before the world fell apart,"[/color] she added before she started walking again and heading towards the Administration Building. Reaching it she opened the door and stepped inside. It was still a shock to the system anytime she felt the air conditioner on her skin. A welcome one but still a shock. It was so quiet as she spotted Sandra doing her nails. Glancing at the clock on the wall it was later than she had thought but still earlier than it would have been if she hadn't had help today. Walking over to the counter with her paper work she tapped the empty in going box. [color=0072bc]"Did ya already do the other departments or we first in today?"[/color][/color] [color=lightgray][CENTER]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center][table][row][/row][row][cell] [h3][color=f26522][i][b]Nikola Warren[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=f26522]Location:[/color][/b][/i] General Supply (R) [i][b][color=f26522]Skills:[/color][/b][/i] N/A [/cell][cell] [right][img]https://i.ibb.co/YXcNVM2/Nikki3.gif[/img][/right] [/cell][/row][/table][CENTER]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center] That was something she wasn't expecting but then again Nikki wasn't very sure of what she had been expecting. It was one thing to see Auntie looking over something intently. It was something Nikki was used to seeing actually. The woman had an eye for detail and more than that an eye for seeing flaws in things that could end up being major problems down the road. Weak spots in metal that could have caused something to break if used. She had probably helped keep many people from getting hurt over the years. Yet that was one thing. Seeing Auntie look at something 'lovingly' was another. Nikki didn't think that woman had even looked at children that way the way she spoke. The woman seemed at most to tolerate the world around her. Yet she had really been looking at the tea cup. Oh there was something going on there and she wanted to know more. It seemed though that Auntie wasn't having any of that considering the way she had snapped at her and disregarded the cup. The snap was nothing out of place, in fact of Auntie hadn't snapped at her that would have made her wonder. Thinking on it now as she watched the older woman march off, turn around, grab the tea cup, and then march back out the front area of General Supply that was not exactly the bitch session she had been expecting. She had expected a full chew out. Top to bottom for taking longer than needed to be taken. Yet there she was, standing alone, only being half dressed down before being left alone. Nikki wasn't going to complain but she knew she was about to start poking her nose into things she probably shouldn't. Well not right away, she still had work to do. She could get to snooping around later. That was if she hurried her ass up and got this all done. Looking over at the clock on the wall she noted the time. The funerals didn't usually take that long, as long as nothing went wrong, hopefully Amelia would be back sooner than later. Either way, it wouldn't matter how quickly the woman got back if Nikki didn't have the carts done. Taking a breath she looked down at the clip board and thumbed through it before getting to work on getting the carts in order. The faster she got this done the sooner she could start finding out just why a tea cup was so important to the woman, why that tea cup was important. It wasn't like that was the first tea cup that had come into Camp Mexico Beach. [/color]