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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)
[i][b][color=662d91]Skills:[/color][/b][/i] N/A
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	There used to be a time when Alexander was the one to enter the fray head first, either verbally with some witty remarks of his youth or into actual combat. Hell, he could vividely remember the exact moment Thana had thrown all caution to the wind and charged headlong into the entry of Eden while Thalia and himself watched with dumbfounded looks. The exact phrasing just before he had done the same went something like this: [color=662d91]"So much for the element of surprise, Blue. Time to go fuck ourselves."[/color] before he himself charged the building. Yes, he'd had his moments where he was the one making the breach. 

	Today it was Thalia who breached the silence, the secrecy, the question Alexander had not dared ask himself. Thalia was good to have like that, amongst everything else she meant to ol' Mugsy. But she wasn't afraid of asking questions. 

	Alexander stood silently, though focused as Gunny spoke back to Thalia about revisiting the Graveyard, knowing fully well he'd want to take another journey back there. If he worked hard and prayed ever harder, perhaps…just perhaps he could get her a funeral as well? He'd have to ask. Then it was his own turn to be answered, looking at Gunny as he was told the General was in. Probably, maybe, he'd have to check himself. Something never changed then. [color=662d91]"Thank you, Gunny. If I get lost, I can always ask Sandra, I mean Rolodex for directions."[/color] 

	It was then that the bombshell was dropped - the accused SOB who was getting the court martial. Upon hearing the name, Alexander's heart sank just a little bit, though he wasn't surprised much to to his sorrow. Hunter, the young soldier with more problems than he probably had. Last night's actions had been pretty rough on the kid, but a court martial? From experience you didn't get sent down that route for usual drunken behaviour, so something must have happened. But what?

	Then was not the time to ask, as Gunny briefed them that their work for the day was done and ready to be continued tomorrow. Alexander nodded in accknowledgement that he understood the orders, then caught off guard Gunny's remark about his fall. Pulling the side of his mouth into a sheepish smile, he rubbed the sore parts of his lower back, literay a pain in the ass. [color=662d91]"Oh, I appriciate it. Been through worse, so I just hope I wasn't too much of a nuisance for Medic. Now if we're excused, Alexander signing off."[/color] He bid Gunny farewell, giving Thalia a friendly look as he made his way out to the hallway. [color=662d91]"Got some stuff to sort out, but catch you at dinner? If not, see you around."[/color] 

	All the walking around was slowly but surely paying off, as Alexander's prostethic leg was feeling more and more like an extension of himself, like the leg he used to have. Walking, or somewhat waddling down the corridor at a quickened pace he was, searching for the General for their little plans. He caught the fellow old man as he was locking his door, prompting Alexander to get his attention. [color=662d91]"Aeron, glad I caught you before you left. Been a long day, but I'm here as you requested yesterday. Hope I'm not too late to be of help."[/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) -> Education Center (M)
[i][b][color=B8860B]Skills:[/color][/b][/i] N/A
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	Nigel had seemingly caught Thana, the wise Athenian keeper of the Hanging Gardens of Mexico Beach, in a moment of mental conundrum. So much he could see from the look in her face as he'd asked her what he thought was a simple and rather regular question. That was perhaps why he watched her fight that inner tug-of-war, reaching for an answer to the most mundande of questions, while they all were in a time most certainly anything but mundane. For a moment felt as if he'd over-stepped his limits of questioning, rethinking the question as if to ask himself that and coming to the conclusion that he wouldn't have been able to answer it either! Had he been wrong in asking her, and had she been offended by his viperous tounge?

	The chuckle that emminated from Thana's lips, however, told him otherwise, allowing him to lower his previously raised shoulders as she conceded defeat like a true champion. When she got moving, Nigel followed dillegently like the good assistent he'd been that day. A steward or a servant? He couldn't fault the answer Thana finally gave him, nodding along as she explained what she had actually been doing the past time, or rather the battles she'd fought. [color=#B8860B]"Then your earlier look speaks true the fault in my questions, though I can't blame you really. I'm surprised you managed to pull through getting back on the road, from what you've told me. But, if this is your first night off, better spend it well then?"[/color] 

	Nigel didn't know what she would have liked to do during a night off, seen as tending to the plants was a day-time job. Perhaps he could suggest something, though from what little he'd gathered so far, she'd probably want to spend that time with someone special. No, Nigel would probably meet some new faces if and when he'd attend his activeties…which weren't on the board. Odd. A simple trick of entertainment by the powers that be, or…well, something else logical? 

	He didn't have much to say, simply following her into the Education Center's interiour after the two elders had passed safely discussing the Plauge of the 1340's, not one of Nigel's favourite subjects but something he'd read his fair share about. Personally the Justinian Plauge was of more interest. The cool air hit him like the projectile of a Roman siege weapon, just as it had done so every single time he'd entered a building the past week. Another thing hitting him was the wall of sound blasting from down the hall, accompanied by Maddoc storming off like a storm past the Pillars of Hercules. Nigel gave a confused look to Thana, slightly concerned at his outburst. Thana seemed collected though, and so he was motioned forward to approach the Professor. [color=#B8860B]"Thanks, might need it. Last time we spoke, she asked some complicated questions about Rome and myself."[/color] Nigel said quietly to Thana, before taking a final breath and entering her domain. 

	Nigel knocked on the wall as he approached, signalling his approach like he knew his own professors preferred it. [color=#B8860B]"Professor, may I have a moment of your time?"[/color] he asked carefully, feeling like a school boy again and not the sweaty man he'd become that day. [color=#B8860B]"I was just wondering about the sign up papers, some of which were missing from the board? I'd like to sign up, but I am ill-prepared for how the procedures work here, filing paperwork included…"[/color]