[color=lightgray][table][row][/row][row][cell][sup][color=f1c40f][h1]☠ πšƒπš†π™³: πšˆπšŽπšŠπš› 𝟻 π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 𝟺[/h1][/color] ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/sup] [color=f1c40f][b]Location:[/b][/color] Camp Mexico Beach [color=f1c40f][b]Weather Forecast:[/b][/color] Dawn at 5:53 A.M. - Dusk at 8:13 P.M. - High: 91F, Low: 80F - Winds SW at 4mph - Gusting to 14mph - Rain In The AM - Cloud Cover: 100% - Visibility: 9miles. [color=f1c40f][b]Notes:[/b][/color] We have moved ahead a little more than a week, nine days to be exact. We are opening on the day of the Court Martial. Feel free to summarize how things went over that week, at least mentally with how your characters are adjusting. I will lay out the opening for the day below and we will go from there. Nothing big happened over the week for the camp itself, so there are no major incidents. Each character will assumed to have gone through their duties, learning their jobs, been around the block a few times now, and are used to the daily grind by now. Those that are required to have therapy will have been attending, and basically just been giving small run downs for about an hour each time of their lives BEFORE the outbreak. General warm up for therapy, nothing deep really. I will introduce the therapist below. Those that signed up for extra curricular activities and lessons have been informed those will be waiting until after the court martial. [/cell][cell][center]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ [b][color=f1c40f]Date:[/color][/b] August 1st, 2012 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ [img]https://i.ibb.co/hdH3d6d/dead-towel-2.jpg[/img] [/center][/cell][/row][/table][center][sup]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/sup][/center] [i]A little summary for the end of day previous: Sheers was glad for the talk but agreed with Manny it was time to get some rest. Cage simply nodded to Hunter when he said thanks before heading out for the night. Chase was out cold in her room when Amelia and Riley returned. Nikki explained to Lisa that Cage had the dog moved to Hunter while he was locked up, she didn't have any ideas about prizes but man did she run her mouth going on and on about how the dog nearly took her arm off, she didn't mention talking to Hunter. Thana showered and spent the evening with Ash before getting some much needed sleep. Joaquin just sat there, the usually talkative man went silent when Thalia confessed to what happened with Gavin. It was a little bit before he spoke again but did so the next morning. No fancy talk, just a simple "We're good, you're staying, see you tonight." Aeron nodded towards Alexander and headed back to what he called home. Dusty is the talkative one down on the beach, "naw, the names just kind of come over time and if they stick they stick. Teds been here a while and never had one, Goliath got his on the first day, fucking tall dude..." After a bit they all turned in. Camp Mexico Beach had had a hell of a first day.[/i] It had been a week, more than a week since the new comers of Camp Mexico Beach had been given their assignments and had started their new lives within the walls. It was a lot to take in. The way that the camp handled things was very structured, especially when compared to life in the wild. There were rules and regulations and paper work, enough to choke a horse on. For the most part this type of structure paid off but every so often there was one that was allowed to join the community that had more than the usual growing pains. For this group, it was a young man by the name of Hunter Monroe. He got off on the wrong foot and then ended up sticking his other foot in his mouth. Because of this he was arrested and things had to go from there. A week passed, slowly for some and quickly for others. For the most part it was just people getting used to how things were done. Practice by repetition. Normally after the first week or two people were changed over to a different supervisor so they could get better acquainted with the place and to allow them to meet more people. Due to the fact that many of the leads and the council itself had to deal with the upcoming Court Martial, things were being delayed. The upside to this, it gave the new comers longer to get used to things before things changing again. There were some of the new recruits as it were that were required to go to therapy on set days during the week. There were others that were recommended to do as such. Others were just open for group sessions if they wanted even if it wasn't recommended. Each evening Atticus, aka The Padre, held group sessions in the Church itself. Five to ten people would show up each evening, some only once, others seemed to be long term. Bass stopped by one night, Ted another. Roy was there every evening he wasn't working but never said anything, just sat there looking like he needed to but never spoke up. Those that had to go to actual therapy got to meet the illustrious [url=https://i.ibb.co/hR4vJ7C/Dean-Morrison.jpg]Dr. Freeman[/url], or at least that was his callsign. He was named after the shrink on MASH, partly because he was the resident Headshrink and partly because he was a little looser with his practice and a bit more jovial than most. Real name? Dean Morrison. He wasn't a doctor by any stretch of the imagination. He was a former lifer that had escaped prison shortly after the outbreak had begun. What did he do? Murder, cold blooded murder. That he would let his patients know. Why or who he killed? He didn't say. Thing was, his work time for more than two decades was with the prison psychologist. Working in the office, doing paperwork, sessions. Two decades lead to a lot of learning. So while not a doctor he knew what he was doing. It is just past breakfast now and it is already hot as hell. And it is wet. The rain is coming down, it's over 80 degrees, and the humidity is off the charts. The Court Martial is scheduled to take place after lunch. Most of the camp has been given the day off. Only those needed to maintain base operations are working today: Security, Safety, Main Medical, Mess, and Admin. Of those only cleared workers are allowed to work, new comers in those divisions have been given the day off. Therapy has been canceled for the day but Atticus is letting Freeman use the upstairs if people want to talk. Court Martials are open to the entire community if they wish to attend. No one but those that are called to testify and the Council are required to be there. That morning a list was posted, it had the names of all that are required to be there. [color=f1c40f][b]Required Court Martial Appearance:[/b][/color][list][*] All Persons In Quarantine with Hunter Monroe (Ash, Riley, Amelia, Alexander, Thalia, Erica, Nigel, and Manny as well as Jack, Tatiana, Hank, and Wayne)[*] All in Mechanics and Fabrication date of July 25th, 2012 (Tesla, Volts, Mizrahi, Ted)[*] All in Safety and Security that have been in Contact with Hunter Monroe or filed complaint (Bass, Nikki, Cage, Dolittle, Daytona)[*] The Council (General, Gunny, Maddog, Major, Doc, Roy, Rivets, Padre, Professor, Cook, Auntie, Panama)[/list] Breakfast has been over for about an hour. Most people are sticking to the indoors thanks to the weather. Both the heat and the rain have made it a miserable start to the day. The Education Center is closed currently, the building is being used by the Council currently to prepare for the Court Martial. Atticus has opened the church for people to use more than usual. The basement is being used by many of the kids to play. The Quarantine building has also been reopened. It has a good supply of things to do so many of the community has headed there to watch movies or play pool. Yet the majority are just finding their friends and picking and choosing which home to hang out in for the day. A few have headed down to the beach and don't care about the rain but the water is off limits today due to the rough waters. [color=f1c40f][b]Hospital (B):[/b][/color] Doc has been managing the longer term patients, getting his rounds done earlier than normal before leaving the place in the hands of S.B. while he heads to the Education Center since he is on the council. Since S.B. is having to pick up the slack she has put Lisa in charge of making sure that peoples files are checked and meds are given out today. It is something S.B. usually takes care of but now that Lisa is learning how to make the meds now and has clearance to be around them S.B. can let her handle it. [color=f1c40f][b]Mess (C):[/b][/color] Once breakfast was finished, which was a nice change after a week of fish, (It was eggs, grits, toast, and tomatoes) Cook headed over to the Education Center and left Thana in control of making sure things were together. A few others were there to help and Morales stayed behind to give a hand even though he was part of the Chaplin section. The man seemed to find himself in the kitchen more than anything else. Cook left some notes for the day that Thana would need to go over. [color=f1c40f][b]Jail (AA):[/b][/color] Bass had worked the night shift and was relieved by Cage midway through breakfast when he returned from the Mess and brought Hunters tray. Bass went to take a nap after eating since he was required to be there for the Court Martial. With everything going and only having a skeleton crew active in the camp that day, Cage had to take Izi out for her walk that morning. Rain plus lack of people to keep guard made it simpler. Granted Cage was not happy about it, wet dog never smelled good. He brought her back in and grabbed a towel, leaving Izi with Hunter to dry off. [color=ed1c24]*And there we have it. This is our opening setting for the day of the Court Martial. What you choose to do, how you choose your characters to interact and respond to people and surroundings is going to heavily determine how this day goes. Let me know if your character is going to head to any area so I can let you know who is where when it comes to the NPCS[/color] [/color] [color=lightgray][CENTER]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center][table][row][/row][row][cell] [h3][color=0072bc][i][b]Thana Martin[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=0072bc]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Mess Hall (C) [i][b][color=0072bc]Skills:[/color][/b][/i] N/A [/cell][cell] [right][img]https://i.ibb.co/JdKs8wt/Thanascarred3-A.jpg[/img][/right] [/cell][/row][/table][CENTER]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center] Today was the day, the day of the Court Martial. Thana knew she wasn't required to be there. Yes she had been in Quarantine with Hunter but not the whole time. It had been deemed that she hadn't been around him with enough interaction to give testimony. Yet she planned on being there that afternoon and had already spoke to Morales and cook about it. She wanted to be there for Ash and she wanted to see how these procedures were actually handled. She wasn't a lead, or in charge. Sure she was now running the gardens but that was a division of the Mess, so that put Cook in the drivers seat for this. Still, Thana planned on being there unless something happened in the Mess. Looking around as people were cleaning up from Breakfast, Thana wasn't sure what exactly she was supposed to be doing. She, in all her years of Military Service, had never once worked the Mess. Never done food service. She knew how to cook well enough to just not burn a meal but this was not her wheel house. Rubbing the back of her neck she looked down at the notes that Cook left her. Grunting she didn't like them. They were not exactly a manual on how to handle the Mess Hall or the food. The woman had far more faith in her than she really should have. This was going to be a disaster. Thankfully it looked like the actual Mess Hall staff knew what to do. Seeing a different note Thana's brow went up slightly. It seemed that Lunch would be different today. It wouldn't be in a rotation. It would be open like it was for Breakfast and Dinner since so many things were shut down or with minimal staff today. People would be coming into eat when they chose during a two hour window between 11:00 A.M. and 1:00 P.M. before the Mess would be closed again for dinner preparations. That knowledge had been put out with the morning announcement, which Rolodex had handled instead of the General this morning. Letting out a short breath she glanced at the door. She would have rather been spending the morning with Ash but she had a job to do. It was nice waking next to him that morning even if she had to get up earlier than normal so she could get to the Mess this morning. She had seen him when he came in for Breakfast but she hadn't gotten a chance to really speak to him, other than telling him she would do what she could to be at the Court Martial later today. Setting down the papers she went over to Morales. [color=0072bc]"A'right, run me through this,"[/color] she said as she rolled her sleeves up. It was time to get to work. [/color] [color=lightgray][CENTER]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center][table][row][/row][row][cell] [h3][color=f26522][i][b]Nikola Warren[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=f26522]Location:[/color][/b][/i] General Housing (X: Apartment 6) [i][b][color=f26522]Skills:[/color][/b][/i] N/A [/cell][cell] [right][img]https://i.ibb.co/YXcNVM2/Nikki3.gif[/img][/right] [/cell][/row][/table][CENTER]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center] Nikki lay on her bed and stared at the ceiling. She had gone for breakfast, gotten soaked on the way there and the way back. She was off for the day, at least until the Court Martial. She knew she'd end up having to testify but it was odd to see her name on the list. She had never testified in one of these before. This group had been the first she had actually worked Safety yet she wondered if that was the real reason she had been told to be there. She seemed to be one of the few that actually talked to Hunter, maybe that was why. Well if they wanted a read on the man they were speaking to the wrong person. Nikki didn't like reading books, much less people. It just wasn't something she did. Sure sometimes it might have been good so she knew how to stay away from but part of it seemed like a cheat to her. Groaning she sat up on her bed. She was in dry clothing now, her other clothing she had worn to breakfast was hanging up in the bathroom to dry. Her hair was still wet slightly. Standing up she glanced around. She was board. She couldn't believe she was thinking this but she thought it would be better to actually be working in Supply with Auntie yelling at her right then than sitting around with nothing to do. Well there were things to do but nothing that really got her interest, she wanted to swim or skateboard or train. No, that was off. It was raining. There was a court martial. That left few options for someone that had a hard time standing still. Pacing back and forth around her bedroom, out into the living room, back again, looking out the window, seeing the rain, and then repeating the process Nikki tried to think of something to do. She could go the Church, kids were probably playing. No, long haul in the rain. Supply wasn't far, Auntie would probably be there. Wait, no, she was on the Council, she would be with them. So that left one of the old maids in charge. Nix that idea. Maybe just say fuck it and go play in the rain. Maybe she would end up over by the Jail. Pass the distillery. Okay that was a bad idea, she was jonsing for something to do which usually got her in trouble. Wait, she was part of supply which meant she could go most places as long as she was working. Maybe the Hospital needed some help? Sure, cleaning wasn't her thing but he, at least she could pop by and see Lisa. It was the best she had so far.[/color]