[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=steelblue]Ash Holloway[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Building [b]1[/b] (Lobby) -> Building [b]1[/b] (Cells)
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	It just kept speaking. Constantly, unerringly opening and closing its mouth while sounds came pouring out, whether or not anyone had desire to listen. This was Eden's great plan, was it? Kill a few, then plant some observant blowhard to jump bodily upon already raw nerves? Well, the fact that it knew things about him that could not have been gleaned without sustained reconnaissance was bothersome. Ash would certainly have to get to the bottom of it, but he would greatly prefer to make it more on his terms. Any concession on his part that wasn't earned solidly would put him in a weaker position for future discussion. This entire situation had to be reworked. 

	Entering the building, word came filtering back through his walkie that Newnan's spotters caught nothing amiss. Everything looked clear from their vantage points, Newnan Leads checked in with relative still. Ash looked around the Courthouse Lobby, noting the children, Kristina, Niesha... and responded. 

	[color=steelblue]"Copy that. Hold position for now. Will get back with you in a moment."[/color]

	The procession of Ash, Ryan, and Bridgette continued down and back, to the cell that the newcomer Edenite had recently escaped. The door was open, and a very ashamed looking man sat nearby on a bench. Ash addressed him in even, but solidly angered tones, trying to keep his disappointment and rage from filling the room. [color=steelblue]"Keys."[/color] Ash held out his hands, accepting them, [color=steelblue]"We will discuss the details later. For now, grab a volunteer and recover Lily's corpse. Be [i]extremely[/i] careful, it could be a trap. Afterwards, you will report to Livestock. Guy has a shovel for you."[/color] 

	The man nodded, gave a quick salute, and hauled ass away from the Cells. Ash kept his gun on Ryan, urging him back into his Newnan home. As soon as the door closed back, the Captain locked up and readdressed his radio. [color=steelblue]"Guy, I'd like to offer you congratulations. Your term of service shoveling shit is over. Please grab a rifle and relieve our man in the Tower."[/color]

	His tone changed into something almost upbeat as he continued speaking, [color=steelblue]"Mr. James, sir! Once relieved, please report back to the smoker. Newnan needs you."[/color] 

	Finally, he looked to Bridgette. Sighing [i]just a little bit[/i], he stepped up the hallway some, pulling her along. When fairly certain that they were out of earshot, he intoned in a quiet voice, [color=steelblue]"I need you to stick around here until someone comes to relieve you. It'll be about ten, fifteen minutes. Then go back to your duties. Do not approach, do not engage. If he tries anything, fill that cell with buckshot. We good?"[/color]


[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=orangered]Bridgette Vinters[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Building [b]1[/b] (Cells)
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	[color=orangered]"Yeah, yeah. We good."[/color]

	This didn't exactly play to her strengths, staying quiet and [i]not[/i] hurting people. Nor did following orders come naturally to her either. But it was more than just herself and Astrid to worry about, now. It might be rough, considering how this guy absolutely loved to talk shit, but she could play nice for a few minutes. 

	She hoped. 

	Bridgette walked back into the area of cells proper, taking a seat on the bench nearby. Staying within sight of the manipulative prisoner, she leaned her spear on the wall nearby and took up her sawed-off, marveling at the possibilities of so much exposed, smooth metal. It seemed the perfect medium to engrave designs and runes, little patterns of artistic knotwork, maybe. Even the stock had potential. As much as Ryan was correct: It would indeed have given her greater pleasure to insert something sharp into the man, rather than the impersonal "point and click interface" of a firearm, this gun had potential. It was simple, easy to use, and had lots of decorative potential. 

	She wondered to herself if she could make one, given a piece to open and study. 


[hr][hr][center][h1][color=firebrick]Black James![/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Building [b]1[/b] (Courthouse, Tower)
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	James heard the news over his walkie. [color=firebrick]Yessir, Cap'n! That's some good news, right there. I'mma give another 360 sweep with m' scope, make sure we're all good before steppin' down."[/color] His attention most assuredly stayed on task with that rifle, looking this way and that, covering the grounds of the inner and outer walls. Where he could clearly see outside of the community, he checked as well. In the back of his mind, though, he did think about that deer, still inside that smoker. 

	It hadn't been vented for a while, meaning that the fire could have gotten too weak, even gone out. Smouldering was best, no question, but proper air was needed to keep things ideal. It was more than likely alright, in any case. A little more smoke couldn't really harm the meat, not at this stage. While he was anxious to attend to it, the concept of a happy and free Newnan was obviously of much greater importance. 

	Swinging his sights back to the large Probate Court building just outside of the Outer Wall, James looked at Lily's crucified body yet again. [color=firebrick]"...these people ain't right..."[/color] he muttered to himself. In this world, he had seen worse things happen to people. But this was a different sort of thing entirely. Something had to be done about them, whether it was a treaty, driving them away, or burning their home down on top of them. 

	[color=firebrick]"Hey, we got people on Miss Lily, yeah?"[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=c0c0c0]The Great Bazhooli[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Building [b]2[/b] (Mess Hall)
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	It felt good to work and talk with people again, even if it was mere manual labor. Then again, the "mere manual labor" involved getting food together for a small community of people that didn't seem to want to murder them on sight. Now, the food part of that thought was well enough, but people not murdering him? Icing on the cake. He could only think of his lonely handcar, out in front of the main gate on those tracks, testament to both the colorful, nostalgic grandeur from which he came and the bitter miles he had to travel after it was all taken from him. 

	He really wasn't sure what to do with it now. The cart itself could run off of tracks, granted, but it was much more difficult and certainly not pragmatic for anything else. Perhaps it would simply sit there for a while, until he could devise a way to bring it inside the walls. Otherwise, the last bit of his railway adventure (and last possession of his circus) would eventually become a locked-up home for insects and small mammals. Maybe a tarp in the meantime? 

	If Newnan worked out, pitfalls and all, it would be a small matter in comparison to the gain of home and people. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=FF8C00]Schrödinger[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Building [b]2[/b] (Mess Hall)
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	[color=FF8C00]"Meow..."[/color][sub]1[/sub]

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1	=	I have secured food, and the trust of the locals. Excellent. I must explore my immediate area, forthwith!
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	The walkies around Newnan crackled to life once more, with Ash's voice issuing from them. It was a simple two-word utterance, but one that brought with it a profound sense of relief:

	[color=steelblue]"All clear."[/color]

	A moderate pause in time, just a few seconds, brought with it further instruction. [color=steelblue]"All details, please remain armed for the time being. One from the Mess Hall, please relieve the guard posted at the holding cells. Further, we need two armed personnel to assist Bridgette at the Outer Wall. Volunteers to the Courthouse doors. Anyone without specific orders, please return to your duties. That is all."[/color]