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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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	Whatever had just transpired within the walls of Administration, Alexander wasn't picking up on any of it. Not everything in its entirerity at least, neither how Nigel the teacher had made a tactical retreat out the front door nor Thalia making a beeline for Gunny's office. To the amputated retiree still going strong, all things considered, he was more than happy to have Sandra be as friendly towards him as she was. Alexander gave a chuckled smile to her, placing his hands at his hips and giving the escaping Nigel a final nod. [color=662d91]"Likewise, Sandra. These final days here with you have been most pleasent for an old fella like myself. Now if you would excuse me, got to follow Thalia quickly. See you for dinner then, doll."[/color] He told her, giving her another smile and a wave, following Thalia's trail.

	Alexander began making his way after Thalia deeper into the Admin building, feeling a sense of joy filling up inside him. The sorrow from the graveyard visit hadn't left him just yet, neither the pain his his nose that refused to give up, however things looked like they were turning out better than expected. As he finally reached Gunny's office, at least what he guessed was, seeing him and Thalia there, he joined the two and stood beside his amputee in crime. They were asked if they had been given enough time. Alexander initially nodded briefly to Gunny, gesturing that they had been given enough time indeed. It hadn't been a funeral after all, just a brief visit. It had been good for him, and probably for the whole group. Closure was in short supply those days. 

	That's when he saw what Gunny was working with, or rather read the title of it. Court martial? A lump formed in Alexander's throat, reminding him of the many times he'd heard that sentence during way-back-when. Even he had been felt it dangle over him like a noose, but only almost. Instinctively he feared of what he'd done, but realized it probably wasn't for him. But if not him, then who? It was best not to ask, for they'd surely know sooner rather than later either way. Attempting to shake off the feeling of dread, Alexander turned to another subject. [color=662d91]"Is the General in now? I've got an appointment with him now after work."[/color] 

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[h3][color=B8860B][i][b]Nigel Cooper[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=B8860B]Location:[/color][/b][/i]  Streets of CMB (I4) 
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	Nigel's attempt at stealthily escaping the cluthes of Rolodex had somewhat been less than successful, seen as the elderly queen of a Greek play had spotted him and foretold her intentions with him in an equally poetic phrasing. Leaning up against the wall of the Administration, regretting it quickly as he felt the heat trapped within the building spread through his body. He cared little about it for the moment, needing a deep breath after the escaping the clutches of the lioness. What in the name of Zeus had he gotten himself into?

	With the breathing done and the immiediate fear dissapated, Nigel heard Thana recognize his existance once again, warning him of whatever Rolodex was going to do to him. Nigel tried ot laugh it off, the laugh coming out awkwardly, befitting a comedy more than a tragedy. [color=#B8860B]"Is that so…It would seem I need to seek shelter with whoever may protect me then."[/color] Nigel responded to Thana's warning, wiping off the sweat as he walked up to her as Ash left. The two of them were close, they looked well for each other. Kinship like that was a rareity those days, and ten-fold something to take care of. Who knew if Nigel would find something like there, finally in a haven of civilisation. 

	As long as it wasn't Rolodex, he would contend to be a happy man. 

	Thankfully Thana couldn't read thoughts and ridecule his fears - or could she - and instead suggested showing him the sign-ups for activieties now that they had some time off. [color=#B8860B]"Yeah sure, I'm in for that. No plans for now. Thought this morning something to do would do me good. Either some gaming, quilting or even that Dungeons and Dragon's thingy. I suppose fencing is off the table for now. For the record, what do you usually do after work?"[/color]