[color=lightgray][CENTER]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center][table][row][/row][row][cell] [h3][color=662d91][i][b]Alexander Polawski[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Assembly (P) -> Administration (A) [i][b][color=662d91]Skills:[/color][/b][/i] N/A [/cell][cell] [right][img]https://i.ibb.co/BBfr494/Mugsy-1.jpg[/img][/right] [/cell][/row][/table][CENTER]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center][/color] The coast was clear so to speak, seen as their re-entry into the comforting walls of Camp Mexico Beach went as well as anyone could have hoped for. Ol' Mugsy knew well to enjoy the relative safety of a serious protective barrier between you and the outside world, be it a series of sandbags and fortified foxholes, or the vast ocean surrounding an island. Yes, letting his shoulder slowly down and leaning a little more calm in his seat, Alexander tried to let go the nagging feeling that their luck was soon to run out. He had been about to turn and say something to Manny in due to the silence that had shrouded them, when the world went to shits. A loud honk of sound blared out front, then the bus stopped entirely. A younger Alexander might have had the ability to react to his instincts and brace for impact, but the impact came in full force. Nose first, Alexander flew into the seat in front, then just as quickly bounced back into his seat. The world was a noisy mess around him with cursing all around and a painful nose plastered on his face. Manny somehow had managed to catch himself, or so he thought, and came with one of his usual quips. [color=662d91]"Ouch…you and me both, baby-boomer…didn't these bucket of bolts use to have seatbelts?"[/color] No one appeared to be wounded though, and the bus kept on trucking forwards to the Assembly in due course. Told that dinner would be served in 30 and to report back to their superiors, Alexander shook his senses back and got back out to the scorching steam-heat of the Florida sun. Alexander bid his fellow baby-boomer farewell and "see you at dinner, okay?", and followed after Thalia bee-lining it to first Thana and second Admin. [color=662d91]"I think we're all fine, just a headache. See you at dinner, like she said."[/color] Alexander told Thana in passing while she chatted some with Ashton, then made his way into Administration pondering on what the hell had happened with the bus, catching Thalia talking to Rolodex, Sandra, while Nigel the Roman stood still. Too still, stiff, awkward? Alexander gave him a polite wave, before turning to the two ladies. Giving her a smile he took a step beside Thalia. [color=662d91]"Good evening, Sandra. Quite the stir out there, isn't it? Gunny's in there?"[/color] [color=lightgray][CENTER]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center][table][row][/row][row][cell] [h3][color=B8860B][i][b]Nigel Cooper[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=B8860B]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Administration (A) (Inside -> Outside) [i][b][color=B8860B]Skills:[/color][/b][/i] N/A [/cell][cell] [right][img]https://i.ibb.co/LrnKm2S/Nigel-Hadrian-1.jpg[/img][/right] [/cell][/row][/table][CENTER]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center][/color] In the coming centures and millenia, perhaps with the proper passage of time and the rediscoveries of the long lost "Camp Mexico Beach Annals: A comedy-tragedy about the life and death of Nigel Sportacus Cooper", then Nigel would have the insight to finally see what had been going on before his very eyes. It was perhaps this reason that he had spent less time socializing with the opposite sex, or he was just thicker than an Egyptian corner stone of a pyramid at the moment. Whatever the cause of this spell was, Nigel didn't register what Rolodex, or Sandra as she called herself, was doing with him. Nigel, polite yet awkward as he was around most people, was ready to pull back his hand from Rolodex and wait for whatever normal answer she'd given him about the paperwork. The more he attempted to withdraw his hand from her though, the more it felt like a melee more than a greeting. For some reason Rolodex didn't let go of his hand just like that. And what she was telling him about staying late to help him, it took a moment too long for it to clik in his mind. Before he realised the ambush he'd put himself into, Thana had already left him behind after telling him to follow, and he hadn't listened. Rolodex was wooing him. Nigel's cheeks suddenly turned a shade of Roman red at this realisation, his eyes shifting between Rolodex standing in front of him and the spot Thana had been just a moment ago. He was trapped. Swallowing hard, Nigel stood perplexed as Rolodex came closer, and closer, and closer to his face, unsure of what to do. [color=#B8860B]"Ehm…I…I don't think this is what paperwork involves…"[/color] Nigel said frightened. Saved by the proverbial bell it would seem, Thalia entered the room and announced her presence just in time. With Rolodex apparently preoccupied by Thalia and her request for the moment, Nigel weighed his options as Alexander the veteran entered. Should he send a warning to the old man, or save his own skin from the shame? He was given a polite nod, to which he slowly returned as Alexander too started talking to Rolodex. That was it, time to make his retreat! Nigel inched his way back the way he and Thana had come from, hoping to leave the room as unnoticable as possible, using Thalia and Alexander as a ruse. Slowly, surely, Nigel made his way to the door to make his escape, calling out to the trio before leaving quickly. [color=#B8860B]"Seems I must make haste, don't let me keep you occupied! Pax vobiscum!"[/color] he bid his farewell, quickly getting back out onto the ever burning streets of CMB, looking as if something big had happened moments earlier. What it had been, Nigel couldn't say, but it was enough for Thana to have left him. He took a deep breath and felt the newly won freedom, much rather having the scorching sun rather than Rolodex's frightening stare. [color=#B8860B]"That…that was not how I expected paperwork to work…"[/color]