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[h3][color=662d91][i][b]Alexander Polawski[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Education Center, Basement (M6)
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	Alexander diligently kept up Aeron's arguably slow pace down the stairs, making sure not to force up his speed by seeming inpatient. Taking life slow and easy, it had been one of the things marriage taught him. Really, it was Judith who tamed the unruly hound, traumatized from years of abuse and turned into a joyal dog of a friend. With help for sorting his many thoughts, taking a breath and slowing down was possible, and so he took his time with Aeron, a generation his senior, a lifetime older. 

	[color=662d91]"Ah, I see where you're coming from then. Sorted like a quartermaster right out of school, not one baptised in fire yet. I guess the same goes for anyone not experienced. I'll see what I can do to make orderly chaos."[/color] Alexander replied to Aeron's predicatment, leaning on the wall with his hand as they made their way down, the wall cool to the touch. Memories of the recent past and a certain incident involving cleaning agent, a hard floor and his butt passed him, but he waved them away in embarrasment. Aeron needed his help, and how much help could he be if he felt sorry for himself?

	More than he usually did, of course. 

	[color=662d91]"About Edna, she won't have our heads for up-ending her immaculate system? I hope not, if our work can help teach the kids some valuable lessons about the War…and how they're lucky not to having been there, even all things considered. Even I'm not sure where I'd want to be; 'Nam or here…I'm really not sure, Aeron."[/color] 

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[h3][color=B8860B][i][b]Nigel Cooper[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=B8860B]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Outside of Chapel (E10) ->  Beaches of CMB (E11)
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	Nigel wasn't a religious man. Never had been one really, not even in his youth, and even in his self-imposed persona of a Roman legionaire he wasn't serious about talking of the 'Gods'. Jupiter, Apollo, Athena, he believed in none of them, though he found some comfort in invoking their powers of domains. If he'd lived over 2000 years ago, perhaps he'd been more pious? Who knows, there were plenty of atheists back then too. So when he approached the Chapel, he did not do so seeking divine guidance or Olympian strenght. 

	Perhaps that's what he should have done, he wondered. Robert, the wandering preacher, had invoked the name of God and shown kindness almost unknown to Nigel. Then again he was dead, so what good could God have been for them? Nigel did not known, and it bothered him greatly. 

	He would have continued in this existantial crisis of the very existence of being, when he heard his own name invoked by an unknown voice. Looking up from his sandy feet, he spotted the source. It was the driver from earlier, the man who'd driven them around the Camp and shown them all the important locations. The name evaded him for the moment, so did the two others standing resting by a bonfire, but they called on him. Nigel looked at them in brief confusion, before raising his hand, waving at them, and approached them. 

	Perhaps his contemplations in loneliness had born fruit? 

	Nigel came walking up to the trio of CMB-ers, giving them a friendly wave as he did. [color=#B8860B]"Hey, good evening, all of you. Let me just think for a moment…Cheers I remember, and you two as well, but your names escape me. Dusty was it? Aaand…"[/color] Nigel attempted to initiate conversation, failing at remembering the name of Cheers, but putting on a friendly, brave face as he tried not to fall into his old habits of being akward. If he was lonely, only he could fight those waves and brave the sea of being social. [color=#B8860B]"So, what is up? Taking in the scenery as well? In all the realms of Hades I've been through, this truly is a view to live in."[/color]