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[h3][color=662d91][i][b]Alexander Polawski[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Outside Administration -> Mess Hall (C) 
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	Happiness. Yes, that was someting to get you through ones day, especially the shitty ones. For the longest time in his life Alexander hadn't really known how it felt to be happy. He sure as hell thought he did, all with his pranskering friends, days of drinking and smoking and what not he did in his Army days. It was only with his wife he had felt truly happy with life. Now it was gone, dead, buried in the ground on a not too distant shore. Months ago it had dared to peak its grey head out from cover, and just recently it had taken to stand in the sun, only to flee with the rain clouds. 

	He could be happy, and thought he was. Just not as much as before. 

	Rolodex was from the sound of it certainly one taking the joys by force, if it could be taken for happiness. Alexander gave Aeron an awkward laugh in return, having walked with him down the street, passing kids enjoying their spare time like kids should, before reaching the Mess Hall. [color=662d91]"A cougar…so that's what they were called. I'll be careful from now on then, I do not look good blushing, especially not in this heat."[/color] Alexander said back to Aeron, deep in thought as the front door was opened for him by his older friend. Having women who almost crawled over you like he realized she had, wasn't something he could remember having experienced before. In honest, the old veteran had a habit of being a fool around the fairer sex for most of his life, just ask Thalia.

	But dinner called, and he would answer. 

	[color=662d91]"Don't mind if I do, Aeron. I have a date with the tuna casserole, if I'm not mistaken."[/color] And with that, Alexander reentered the lively Mess Hall. Ah yes, a habit in the making. With the scorching heat leaving them in favour of the cool air of the interour, Alexander recongised at least Manny out of the bunch on their way to a seat. Had he not had a planned dinner with the General, Alexander probably would have followed after his fellow Baby Boomer. But perhaps another day. For now Alexander gave Manny a wave. [color=662d91]"So tell me about these bigger plans of yours and your boys, Aeron. The bigger operations, what Thalia and I are helping with in the basement. How much further out can old sparky reach? I suppose hosting a radio channel isn't one of those plans?"[/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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	Nigel felt a sense of pride actually with the Professor's confession of preferring him to prove himself academically, glad that his professional side was something of use, not just his sword arm. Like a true Roman, he would show the virtues of the Roman people with both sword and scroll in hand, the reinvention of Alexander and Socrates. Though his response was more humble, he couldn't help but turn and smile at the Professor like a school boy for a moment, before recomposing himself. For Thana asked him a prudent question. 

	Turning back around to face her, he continued his smile now with a knowing look. He was not sure, but he had a pretty good guess, one that would perhaps come to bite him in the butt later on. Or rather bite his thumb. Nigel turned to Thalia as she stated they were officially the first ones on route to begin their training, giving her a nod of approval. [color=#B8860B]"So it would seem, Thalia the Spearlady. And I believe, or fear your brother will be there to sharpen his own blade against ours."[/color] Nigel retorted back, seeing the realisation flow over Thalia as she probably thought the same as him. How much poetry and theatrics would take place during their sparing. Let slip the dogs of war indeed. 

	Nigel took a step back as the proceedings came to a close, signalled by Thalia's venomous tounge at Thana. Sensing the rivalry, a friendly one he hoped, Nigel took yet another step away from the ladies and out the door whence he came from. [color=#B8860B]"If that is all however, I'd like to take my leave. I must read the lists over classes and…you know what. If you'll have me excused, Professor. Thalia and Athena?"[/color] Nigel bid his farwell to the group, the professor's slip of paper in hand and making his escape from the soon-to-be war room. He had a plan, a simple plan but a plan still - list of classes, mess hall and dinner.