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[h3][color=662d91][i][b]Alexander Polawski[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Mess Hall (C) 
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	[color=662d91]"Oh…Oh, I see."[/color] Was all Alexander had to say about that. The debt was paid, and the one paying it preferred to be remain unknown. Alexander nodded slightly at Aeron's explaination, trying to not think too much about it, even if his curiosity pondered. While he had his guesses, the old veteran knew better than to continue barking up that tree. Call it military honours or knowing when to leave better alone, it was not for Alexander to know. But he appriciated Aeron's sincerity, and the nameless benefactor, whoever they were. 

	A smile struck across Alexander's face at the talk of either producing pop themselves or raiding a Coca Cola plant. [color=662d91]"Now that is an idea I'd support if we didn't have to much on our hands already, from the sound of it…"[/color] Alexander said back to Aeron, ready to reminice about the old days when a bottle of pop was the highlight of the day. It was cut short by the same sound Aeron compared to a ghost.

	Not a sound, but a laugh…

	[color=662d91]"Thalia…what? I've never heard anything…I love Thalia like a uncle, but I've never heard her like this…"[/color] Alexander was stunned, not in a frightened sense but more along the lines of not expecting this kind of behaviour from his Angel. He looked with confused at Thalia for a moment, scratching his beardless cheecks before limping out after Aeron. They had plans to follow, stuff to do and shit to sort out. Very, very important shit. 

	[color=662d91]"Ehm, Aeron, just one thing…Is it too late to…I mean, if it is possible to attends one of those meetings, the ones with the…ehm, shrink?"[/color] Alexander's question was hushed and brief, intended for only the ears of Aeron. He hadn't signed his name of the therapy-list that day, having been determined to push through whatever troubles came his way. After that day however, he wasn't sure anymore.


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[h3][color=B8860B][i][b]Nigel Cooper[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=B8860B]Location:[/color][/b][/i]  Mess Hall (C) 
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	Nigel hadn't been in the mood to continue the converation about the game of DnD - as nice of it was for Rosie to invite him personally to the game - when there were bigger troubles at the gates of Rome than a lack of wine. Hunter had gotten himself locked up at Day 1 for Zeus' sake! The first day of their lives as real members of CMB, and he broke the law in some form or fashion enough to be court martialed. Nigel had to shake his head in disbelief, not knowing what to do, yet feeling immensly protective of the kid. 

	It was then with great confusion that Nigel set his eyes upon Rosie once again, attemtping to decypher the string of words she just presented to him. [color=#B8860B]"You must pardon my Gaulic French, but what?"[/color] Nigel was unsure he had just heard correctly, that their system had processed those two vastly different cases? Perhaps it was the rigid Roman system of law that made the system of CMB seem alien to him, or more likely his life of absolute anarchy yet hadn't washed off the river Tiber? 

	Manny's words managed to calm down Nigel's fears, the story of the lady proverbially raised by wolves and treated like such a beast giving the Neo-Roman a brief sign of hope for Hunter. Nigel patted his hand at their table, seemingly in deep thought as he adressed Manny and the others. [color=#B8860B]"I see…well if that is true a tale and you have as civilized laws as it sounds like, we may yet see Themis herself shine her beacon upon that troubled young man…"[/color] 

	Nigel looked down upon his salad, having poked it quite desperatly in his time of horror. His hunger had at this point drained away like shallow water in the Persian heat, and he pushed the plate away. Thinking about it, had he and the others in his old settlement been any better? Excecutions did not appear before him, only punishments and banishments…yes, he would hold onto his own words now. Let Themis guide them all in those troubling times. 

	[color=#B8860B]"So…this game of D and D…am I really welcome? What do I need to do to play this game? And I'm sorry, Manny was it? You came in with the old veteran, Thana and the one-handed Amazon, didn't you?"[/color]