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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) -> Outside of Mess Hall, streets of CMB 
[i][b][color=662d91]Skills:[/color][/b][/i] N/A
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	They had more than just one session a week. Alexander wasn't too late and he could ask Atticus for some guidance later that evening. It wasn't too late for him. Alexander felt a strange sensation at Aeron's words, one of both relief, yet one laced with the heavy weight of responsibility too. Sometimes the old veteran did not understand himself, and perhaps he really hadn't done so for years. Perhaps the only thing that made sense in him was his prostethic leg, and that was added onto him not a week ago. 

	Perhaps that was what he needed. An outsiders view, a new part of himself to guide the rest of his broken body. 

	Alexander kept on following Aeron outdoors into the Florida evening hours, the weather less killing that before all things considered. On the way he caught sight of Manny giving him his friendly wave, smile and nod, like he always had for his fellow baby boomer. Alexander returned the gestures, glad to have such friends out in such weather they had. Though the humidity, that you never got used to. [color=662d91]"That would be A-Okay, really. As long as he doesn't mind an old tech-wiz talking about his scars…No, that would be great, I think…I hope."[/color] Alexander said quietly back to Aeron, taking in the air as he cleared his thoughts. He didn't want to, but he needed that. To talk. He'd talked, really talked to only a few select few his entire life. His wife, his friends pre-'Nam, and Aeron. 

	They knew It, how It had been and still was. Now he needed to get those ghosts out of his head. 

	Alexander took a deep breath as they kept walking, one hand stuffed down his pocket and the other hanging loosely at his side. [color=662d91]"So about those photos, amongst other things you've hoarded, Aeron. What should I expect? One of those shows about manic hoarders, their garages full of newspapers and junk? I mean I was no better with old fridges and TVs in the basement of my shop, but still."[/color] Alexander attempted to banter to his friend, pulling the conversation to tonight's activity. He hated surprises, especially if the photo from last night had been a taste of what was to come.

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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) -> Streets of CMB/Beach (M9)
[i][b][color=B8860B]Skills:[/color][/b][/i] N/A
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	An open mind, pen, paper and dice. Got it. For an activity Nigel had heard so little, yet imagined involved nearly as much theatrics as his days of reenactment, the simply tool Rosie told him to bring made Nigel give her a second glance, then one aimed at Amelia. Really? Was it that simple? Images of fellow students at the university, all dressed in robes, capes, pointed ears and staffs conjoured themselves in his mind, but now all he needed was those four items? Well, three items and an attitude. Clearly it was the latter that would be his biggest trial. It felt ironic, for he himself felt judged for his hobby, and now he was in the same galley. Funny how the world came full circle like that. 

	Though the conversations still revolved around Hunter and his Herculean act of stupidity or lack of luck, one of those two. Nigel really hoped both Rosie and Manny were right in their judgements. Perhaps he should check those records Rosie spoke of. Would be a good exercise in reading factual texts again after so long living the nomad life. While thinking about his visit to the Library of Alexandria 2.0, Nigel nodded politely to Manny's introductions. [color=#B8860B]"Manny, I understand. I will do my best to remember their names, for I've not had the chance to speak to the two of them much. I no way doubt their prowess, especially with two of them having had such losses. Perhaps I will spar with Thalia later."[/color] 

	Soon Nigel bid farewell to the leaving Manny, feeling a yawn escape his mouth after what little salad he'd eaten found its spot. While he had no real concept of time those days, it felt as if evening was upon them, quickly followed by the calm of night. Nigel said goodbye to Amelia as well, soon sitting alone with Rosie. Company was growing scarce, he was no longer hungry, and time was fleeting as always. Nigel gave his regards to Rosie, picked up his plate and handed it in. It was not long after that he found himself standing outside the Mess Hall, walking down towards the Beach. Not for any particular reason, he just wanted to take a walk somewhere. 

	Though he wouldn't have minded walking with someone. Erica, Thana, Thalia…Loneliness was not a close friend of him, but he snuck up behind him like one with a dagger.