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[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] Now that we are done with the start of the new day we are moving forward with today. The Court Martial will begin after lunch, how long it takes us to get there will depend on the usual factors. Now that your characters have been out and about in the town itself for more than a week we can assume they know where all the basic stuff is. If you don't remember where something is or where someone might be, feel free to hit me up in chat. (Do so not too long after I post so you aren't waiting to post for me to get back to you. Sooner the better since it makes things easier.)


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[b][color=f1c40f]Date:[/color][/b] August 1st, 2012 
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[color=f1c40f][b]Streets Of CMB:[/b][/color] Its hot, wet, and sticky outside. Rain in the fall or spring is nice. In the summer it is down right miserable. One could wish for it to pass but from what Chase had in the morning announcements it was going to be like this for at least today. Small chance of it clearing out tomorrow but it was August in Florida so even if the rain cleared out the humidity and the heat weren't going anywhere for at least another month. This was the hottest month of the year and the month had only just begun, it was going to be a long next few weeks. 

	Those that are outside really are just trying to stay out of the rain, running if they have to go somewhere, sitting and avoiding the rain if they didn't. Those working Security and Safety seem to be the only ones with rain gear. It makes sense, they have to be out in it. There is talk that there used to be umbrella's around the camp but they broke quickly. High winds were not kind to umbrella's and they were not exactly on the top of anyone's need list when runs were made. Sure the fabrication department was more than capable to make an umbrella or twenty but resources were looked at as more long term need than immediate these days. Rain would pass, clothes would dry, colds were not caught when one got caught in the rain. 

	Down on the beach Ted, along with some of the older teens that were studying in the Education center the week before are hanging out on the beach. Swim trunks and bathing suits even if they can't get in the water. They walk the edge of the water and shuffle through the seaweed and debris that washes up along the shore. Collecting shells, sand dollars, and the like as they do. Whatever washes up. It seems to be a way to pass the time and maybe find something neat tangled up kelp. 

	Those that notice Manny wave as he jogs by, people are friendly enough in the town even if they seem a little down in spirits today. Weather plus an impending Court Martial has left a more serious feel to the town today. For those out and about, there are towels placed inside buildings that are open for people to dry off with and a place to put their shoes so they don't track. 

[color=f1c40f][b]Hospital (B):[/b][/color] The hospital was less busy today than it had been. Even during this time people tried not to bother with hospitals unless they had to and since Doc was dealing with the whole Court Martial any tests or yearly check ups had been rescheduled for a later date. That meant only long term care patients and people who were really hurt or sick were in there outside of the skeleton crew. No major injuries had happened recently so Mary took care of discharging the few injured out and arranging for cart rids back to their place. There were a couple of were sick with what looked like the first flu cases of the season. They weren't sick enough to actually need to be in the hospital but they were quarantined off, the town tried to keep any sickness from spreading like wild fire if they could. 

	The long term patients, that was different. Most were older and this was a type of hospice care for those with dementia or Alzheimer's. They usually didn't remember where they were or thought it was many decades back than it actually was. Most were sweet enough but if thrown off too much they could get aggressive. There were one or two mental patients that were held since they were not so much a danger to themselves but others. Only Doc or SB or Freeman delt with them as they were locked up in a wing of the hospital away from the others. Then there was little Lucy, the only child long term patient in the hospital. They didn't know how old she was, found on the streets a couple of years ago when she was about five, just wandering. They didn't know anything about her. Now she was what they figured to be seven and she sat in a bed, sick, it was cancer, there was not much they could do for her besides try to make her comfortable. She enjoy coloring and her meds were mostly for pain. 

[color=f1c40f][b]Mess (C):[/b][/color] The team in the Mess Hall knew what to do and what was up and they didn't seem to happy with Thana being left in charge of the place right then. They didn't need some new comer to the camp watching their every move. As far as they were concerned she would just slow them down and they didn't hide their disdain for this. Thana had gone through the ropes, she had done the work, put in her time, but she was still newer than they would have liked and the fact she was related to the General and his sons hadn't gone unnoticed. There were whispers she was only there because of who she was related to. It didn't matter if it was true or not. People liked to talk and if they could they preferred to point fingers. 

	Morales wasn't bad though, he didn't care. He was a happy go lucky man who just liked being around people, joking around, being himself. Because of this he stuck closer to Than than he probably needed to, talking, and doing so loudly. It kept eyes on him instead of on her. He didn't think Thana had a big problem with her scars but people did stare, especially at the one eye that was far lighter than the other, it stood out more than the scars. The scars weren't something easy to miss though, they were still new, bright, and hard against her skin. They'd probably fade over the years but she would never be the beauty she probably once had been. Scars and being the boss of the minute made others in the kitchen stand offish, Morales was doing his best to level the playing field. He felt sorry for the woman. 

	"Hey, how about you start putting together the lunch packs for council since they won't be breaking before the court martial," Morales suggested. There were two reasons for this. It was bottom level work which meant that the others wouldn't feel so overlorded. And two, it meant she would spend a heavy amount of time in the walkin getting things together and he could have a talk with the others without her hearing. 

[color=f1c40f][b]Chapel (V):[/b][/color] The church was pretty much empty right now. It seems that people don't want to trudge down to it in the rain, especially since Atticus isn't there. However there are two, up in second story pews overlooking the main area of the church is Atticus and Bass. Bass is sitting there with his hat rolled up in one hand as he rests the other draped over the edge of the balcony. "What I am saying is that this is something you need to look inward on. I can't tell you what the right path is. You have to pick that for yourself. You've been through a lot but you're young. You still don't know near as much as you think you do. You talk about love but sound like you're quoting a book. Ever woke up next to a woman and felt completely happy? Looked at her and been fully vulnerable? With a look she could level you or lift you? Know that she could rescue you from the depths of hell with a smile or take you there as you watch her wither away while you hold her hand in a hospital. Never leaving her side for months because the doctors know by the look in your eyes that visiting hours don't apply to you. You haven't known real loss because you haven't fully loved yet. That only happens when you love someone more than yourself. Fully. You know war, we're there now. You've held your best friend and watched him take his last breath but you need to stop looking for the romance novel and see the reality in front of you. The romance, it's a nice get away from now but it isn't long lasting and right now, small things are good but we need more, if we are going to live instead of just survive. Once you do that, know that, then you'll know what to do. And then comes the hard choice, are you willing to lay it out there or not. If not, walk away."

	Bass nodded and blew out a long breath. Voices carried in here. Turning his head he spotted Alexander and stood up slowly. "Thanks," he said before putting his hat on and heading out of sight. Freeman nodded and stood up, watching him leave before looking down below. 

	"Good Morning," he said as he rested his hands on the banister. "Here to talk to me or to him?" he asked as he pointed up and motioned a bit to the heavens."

[color=f1c40f][b]Quarantine (W):[/b][/color] The building is just like it was back when everyone was in Quarantine, save for the fact that the doors to where the rooms are is now locked up tight. The place is open to the main room where meals where taken and people hung out during the day, and the bathrooms. The air conditioning is on to help keep it from being oppressive in there. Inside of the main room Volts and Tesla are playing a game of pool. They have a white board pulled over near the table and are keeping score. Tesla is three games up and Volts is looking annoyed. Guy and Medic from the old Newnan Safe Zone are sitting across from each other on the floor with the coffee table between them. They look to be playing cards. Wayne is in there as well, relaxing in the recliner he claimed during quarantine, he has baby James in his lap. Tatiana and Jack aren't anywhere to be seen. There are a few others in the room reading or playing dominos. The music player is on, seems it is the greatest hits of the 80's playing, or some compilation like that. 

	Looking over as Ash walked in Guy got Medics attention and then motioned towards the doorway. Medic glanced over and nodded towards Ash. Guy waved and waved Ash over. "Want us to deal you in?" Guy asked. 

	"Yeah, can't be any worse than him," Medic commented under his breath. 

	"Hey! I just keep getting dealt shit hands," Guy laughed and shrugged. 

	Volts leaned against his pool que while he waited for Tesla to take his shot when Thalia came in. The sound of the balls clicking sounded as Tesla took his shot and sunk the eight ball. "God damn it, I'm done, you run the fucking table," Volts grumbled as he tossed his stick onto the table. Looking over at Thalia and then Nigel he nodded. "Yeah, we got a gym," he said as Tesla stood there chuckling and putting another score mark on the board for himself. 

	"Spoil sport," Tesla grinned. 

	"Eat my ass," Volts grumbled before looking back at Thalia. "I can show you, get me the hell away from him before I stick that stick up his ass."

	"Have to catch me first," Tesla laughed. 

	Medic stood up and dusted his rear end off. "Actually I need to stretch my legs, take my place," he said to Ash before looking over to Nigel. "I could spar," he said looking over at Nigel. 

[color=f1c40f][b]General Housing (X):[/b][/color]  Things over in general housing seem pretty calm. People have mostly already decided where they were going to do for the day and made their way their quickly. Chase had headed out early that day to make sure to take care of weather readings. She mentioned something about how weather like this could mean an incoming hurricane. She doubted it but she wanted to double check. If a hurricane was coming through it could mean they had to evacuate north for a while until it passed or hunker down hard just in case. Either way, neither was something she wanted to do unless they had to. After checking her readings and turning in her report she came back to her shared apartment. No hurricane. At least not that she could tell. It wasn't like they had a enough gas and a plane to do check long distance in the gulf. 

	Chase wasn't the friendly type, at least not openly. She wasn't rude, she was just quiet, usually having her nose buried in her reports and numbers from sun up to sun down. She hadn't always been like that. Rumor had it she used to chase tornado's out in the midwest before the world went to hell. Dusty was part of her team back then. There were others but like most groups they lost a lot of people over the years. As far as they knew Dusty and her were the only two left, that and Cook. Cook was Chase's aunt. Not part of the team but like hell she was leaving her aunt behind when they were bugging out. 

	Stepping out of her bedroom, Chase glanced around before going and settling down on the couch. "Hey," she said quietly before opening the book in her hand. [i]Where the Red Fern Grows[/i] was the title on the well worn paper back. Crossing her legs she hunched over and flipped to the first page of chapter one. She had her nose buried once again but this time it wasn't in any reports, it was in a book. The book was never a best seller but it was required reading for most kids growing up in the United States for decades. It was a sad story and a kids book, so it was probably odd that a grown woman would be sitting there reading it right in the middle of the Apocalypse.  

[color=f1c40f][b]Jail (AA):[/b][/color] After a bit past the time for breakfast, Cage opened the door to the basement and pulled it closed behind him before heading down the stairs. He had a stack of files tucked under his arm, two mugs in his hand, and a rut sack on his shoulder as he came around the corner. The familiar scent of coffee wafted from the mugs as Cage set them down on a table. Cage wasn't much of a talker, at least he didn't seem to usually try to strike up a conversation, and when he did talk he came off as more than abrasive. So during this time as he pulled the table away from the wall, set up a couple of chairs, put the rut sack and files on the table, etc. he remained quiet. 

	After a bit, once it appeared he had everything set up the way he wanted them he pulled his keys out of his pocket and stepped over to the cell. "We're gonna start prepping you for later. Behave and we can do this civilly. Act like an ass and it's back in the cell and another thing in your fucking file," Cage warned before unlocking the cell door and motioning to one of the chairs. Backing up he plopped himself down in the other. 

	Opening he rut sack he rummaged through it a moment before pulling out something in a waxy white wrapper. It wasn't until he tossed it next to Hunters coffee cup that it was clear what it was: Twin pack of Twinkies. The old joke of Twinkies surviving the Apocalypse was true, they were still there and still eatable. "Warning, they'll be sweeter than you remember," Cage said as he pulled over the files. It was true, people weren't exactly consuming large amounts of sugar these days so what someone once thought of as sweet wasn't the same anymore. "Why the coffee, helps cut it. Unless you like your teeth fucking hurting."

	Picking up the file, Cage flipped through it for a moment before stopping. "Okay kid, first thing. This won't be like a normal court where you have one side trying to prove your guilty and one side trying to prove your innocent. Think you'd just plead guilty and pray for mercy if that was the damn case. The council will ask questions of a list of people," he said before handing over the list of people that were required to be there. "Anyone else that shows up will be allowed to ask any of these people anything else once they are done. Anyone not required to be there will also be allowed to say something as long as they have actively been around you. If they haven't their opinion in the matter doesn't count for shit. Too bad the dog can't testify," he said motioning to Izi. Shrugging he looked back at Hunter. "Oh, and do you want to talk at the hearing? You have that right, you also have the right to not say anything. Also have the right not to answer. I don't usually tell people to not talk but you have a way of sticking your foot in your mouth so I don't fucking know, with you it's a toss up."
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[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
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	The talk about her getting to where she was because she was related to the higher ups, that got to her more than her face did though. She put in time, hours, so many hours. No eight hour shifts when she got out of the hospital. She put in twelve hours, sixteen hours, some days more. Helped the town get a hold of resources from what was left of Newnan and its safe houses. She had done her part, put in the hours, put in the work. So for people to get snarky with her over who shared genetics with her made her blood boil. She didn't say anything but she did narrow her eyes. This got to her more than the rest did. 

	So when Morales offered her to do the delivery meal for the Council she jumped on it. Well, she nodded slightly before taking the order paper and heading to the walk in. Closing the door behind her she started gathering what she needed for the meal. Sandwiches mostly, they would need to be wrapped well and protected from the elements when they were transported. It reminded her of the picnic lunches she would be made to put together for her family before they headed to the beach. Her mother was above that and her sister was never made to do anything. They would usually complain she didn't put enough mayonnaise on them, or that she put too much, or they wanted mustard instead. Didn't matter what they did those two always found a problem. Her dad, when he could join them, never complained. Just thanked her. She wished he had been more vocal about what they did but that was in the past. Nothing to change it now. Only thing to do was to find side of ham on the list and considering she had never worked in the kitchen before it was going to take a while. She didn't know their shelving system. At least it was cool in there, her face still burned from time to time. 

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[h3][color=f26522][i][b]Nikola Warren[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=f26522]Location:[/color][/b][/i] General Housing (X: Apartment 6) -> Hospital (B)
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[/cell][/row][/table][CENTER]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center]  [color=f26522]"Well fuck..."[/color] Nikki muttered to herself as she opened the front door to her apartment. She knew it was still raining. She knew it would be raining for most of the day. Thing was, she had already changed once today and now she was about to go head first back into the rain and trudge across the camp to the hospital. At this rate she was going to end up going through half a dozen outfits today and then have to hear Auntie bitch about it. Granted she wouldn't turn in more clothes. She'd let them dry inside the apartment and rewear them. So it wasn't anymore work for Auntie, it just gave the woman something to bitch about. She was sure that Auntie liked to bitch. Like it fueled her some how the same way food fueled everyone else. Maybe she was a bitchpire. Draining from people as she bitched instead of biting their necks and drinking their blood. The tough made her chuckle. 

	The chuckle didn't last long as she finally stepped out of the apartment and locked it up. It was hot and humid and just down right sucked. Grumbling she ran full out towards the hospital. She hated running. She hated running even more in the rain. Still, she ran, figuring that if she hoofed it over there she would at least be back out of the rain and into the hospital faster. It did, but she was still soaked by the time she stepped inside. Her ponytail matted to the back of her neck and her shirt clinging to her. [color=f26522]"I hate the fucking weather around here..."[/color] she groaned as she stood there and pulled her shirt forward slightly. It made a sucking sound as it released from her skin. 

	Sitting down by the towels she took one and pulled her shoes off, setting to them to the side with others. At least her socks where okay. They were wet but not soaking. Clumping up parts of her clothing in the towel she squeezed and did what she could to get dry. A shiver ran down her spine. It was cold. Perhaps not really cold but she had just come inside. It was hot and wet out there. The Air Conditioning was on in the hospital and it was dry. The quick change with the combination of wet clothes made her feel like she had taken a dip in an ice covered pond, like those fuckers in the polar bear club she had read about in one of those Highlight Magazines at her pediatricians office when she was younger.[/color]