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[h3][color=8dc73f][i][b]Amelia Payne[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=8dc73f]Location:[/color][/b][/i]Armory(S)(K5)
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	Amelia mostly patiently waited a bit before the door finally opened. The face she saw, she quickly put a name to it. Or at least a nickname or a codename. It was Bass. [color=8dc73f]“ Hello.”[/color] She greeted as she carefully pushed the cart in the building through the opened doorway. Place was… weird. At least to her own standards, but then again she wasn’t of military upbringing of any kind. It was what she had decided to just categorize all the weird things she saw her as. Difference in culture… In any case, they certainly had a lot of thought and time invested by the looks of it into the armory.[color=8dc73f]” Hello, Panama.”[/color] She greeted back and shut up as the topic moved in awkward for her direction. THAT was NOT something she wanted to listen to.

	They didn’t seem to mind her presence as their antics continued, shots being fired about girls… they did realize she was in the fucking room right? In any case, she just looked down at the cart to avoid looking at the men as she heard the door close behind her. So now she was locked in here, great. Wasn’t this supposed to be a quick drop and run task? She was just to take a signature, leave the cart and run, was there a need to do all this? With a quick pondering, she reached the conclusion excessive carefulness and paranoia were the far better alternative to lacking such things! 

	[color=8dc73f]“Yeah, it’s here. Here you go.” [/color]She replied as she pulled the form where they had to sign for getting the cart in return. Amelia carefully handed it over as she took a look around the place once more.[color=8dc73f]” So… just out of curiosity, my Excali… ahm… my bat is also here somewhere right?”[/color] She asked with blushign cheeks.

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[h3][color=f7941d][i][b]Lisa Mason[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=f7941d]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Medical(B)
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	[color=f7941d]“Mmm… I’m pretty sure I got a promotion today.”[/color] She stated flatly, having finished getting the water bucket filled and turned to face him.”[color=f7941d] So while I’m still going to be mostly around to show you how stuff works here and help out, sometimes I won’t be quite as avaible when I’m dealing with the new duties.”[/color] She explained. Now that she was going to be working with the samples on the upper lab, things were going to be interesting. Of course she knew she was far from ready to work properly under supervision on that let alone without, but it was fact that she was going to have to be working there under Mary’s orders and guidance. All things considered, Lisa was all for it. It was going to be great!

	[color=f7941d]“Still, I’d dare say that indeed, the evil planter, plotting my downfall would be the highlight of the day. Sadly it ruined my perfect mood!  AND HAIR!”[/color] She added with false anger, pointing at her hair filled with dirt. Luckily the worst of which was now gone, but not all of it. She’d have to take a real good shower and wash her hair more than a few times before it was back to proper state here.  The downfall of letting your hair get any degree of length in this world, she supposed. But a sacrifice worth making if you could afford to. One had to have little things to keep their life fulfilling and having the freedom to style your hair if you wanted was at least something, a nice luxury to have.

 	As they got to work, it was going to be a chore, she realized. Yeah pain in the ass to clean, not hard, just annoying. [color=f7941d][i]‘Sigh, darn you dirt, my new nemesis, even in defeat you still haunt me!’[/i][/color] She cursed silently in joking tone and it made her feel a bit better. Certainly made her smile. She should have said it aloud, ohh well. [color=f7941d]“ Dunno, doctor offices always felt too sterile for my tastes, probably why they need plants to liven up the mood. Nothing to break the white monotony than a bundle of green, I suppose?” [/color]She asked him with a shrug. She actually had no opinion on plants in doctor offices or any kind of office or location really. Unless it was her own home, she wanted none of the plant fiber bastards in her home. Looking after flowers in gardens or other homes was enough. 

	[color=f7941d]“Hey, it’s fine. If it will make you feel better, neither did I expect I will end up cleaning dirt from a potted plant that somehow because of bad luck ended up on my head.” [/color]She chuckled.[color=f7941d]” Pretty sure weirder stuff have happened before too, so I’m not going to mind it too much though and it’s a good way to get a feel for the job properly. Sometimes last minute duties to spring up.”[/color]

	Still cleaning took maybe 20 more minutes. Acceptable time, given the task at hand, could be worse. They could be also washing carpets…[color=f7941d]” I think, we are done here.”[/color] She finally proclaimed, deciding to give a passing grade on the state of the place. With a deep breath she felt calm and relaxed.[color=f7941d]” Let’s go leave the tools and head out. I'm starting to get ravenous...”[/color]