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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) -> Outside Administration
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	The sight of Aeron smiling at Alexander, hand extended out to him as he approached, softened the smile on Alexander's own face. Like a good friend not seen for many years, meeting Aeron had over the week become a pleasent occasion rather than the fear of recognisition had been at first. What he had not expected however, was for the General to use a callsign reserved for a special few. [color=662d91]"That…that is correct, just not used to anyone else using it outside of…you know, 'our' group. Much better than what I was called back in 'Nam though."[/color] Alexander answered Aeron, accepting his hand and shaking it firmly like the General deserved. 

	The General was stepping outside for a moment, inviting Alexander to follow after him. [color=662d91]"I would like that, yes. Lead the way, General."[/color] Alexander followed Aeron outside into the once again scorching heat, regretting leaving the comforts of an air-conditioned building in the time it took for his body to slowly tolerate it. If Aeron could cane his way over to the picnic tables, then so could Alexander on his peg leg. All things considered, sitting under the shade of the umbrellas and looking out over the canals wasn't so bad. Especially in the company of the General himself. 

	[color=662d91]"Aside from both Thalia and I having the luck of a three-legged hare? Yes, it's been a good one. It feels good to do something productive, to give something back to you all. Also thanks for letting us visit the graves, I…we needed to bid farewell to those we lost."[/color] Alexander told Aeron, leaning on his crossed arms into the picnic table, looking emptily out over the canals. It had been a good day indeed, all things considered, though overwhelming perhaps. Ups and downs, the start of a new life. Alexander shook himself out of those clouded thoughts, turning back to Aeron with a brief smile. [color=662d91]"Just many things to think about, but it has been good. Had the pleasure of meeting some fine people, Rolodex and Medic amongst a few. It's been better than for some other newcomers though, I fear…"[/color] 

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[h3][color=B8860B][i][b]Nigel Cooper[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=B8860B]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Education Center (M)
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	There was something in the air of the office that told Nigel he wasn't welcomed with open arms, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it as he stood in the doorway. It was the same feeling he'd gotten during the Professor's interview with him a week ago, not neccecarily hostile however as if she had somehing much more important to do. Nigel, the former teacher himself, could understand as he saw the red pen she used to mark those papers on her desk. Grading, not one of the occupation's finest tasks. Nigel could attest to that. 

	Nigel gave the Professor a polite smile as she however invited him in to sit down, explaining to him why some of the lists had been taken down. So far so good, no need for Thana to storm in to his rescue like a well-placed cavalry charge or a deus ex machina on stage to push to plot forward. Sitting down in the turned seat, Nigel turned the chair facing the Professor, folding his hands onto the desk as he prepared his answer. 

	[color=#B8860B]"Well Professor, I was thinking of signing on for quilting as for classes, assuming the game activities don't fall under those sign ups. I hope I've understood correctly?"[/color] Nigel stated his case for the Grammaticus in front of him, though after a moment of soundless breath continued in a careful manner. [color=#B8860B]"Though if I may, what other classes will be added to the lists, seen as they're being updated? Would there be anyhing appropriate for me to attend in your opinion, Professor, having read my curriculum vitae?"[/color] Nigel's question was an honest one, him wanting to know if an educated person such as herself saw something else in him, something he couldn't see. Not to mention quilting, as practical as it was, wasn't the most exciting trade to learn.