[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=steelblue]Ash Holloway[/color][/b][/i][/h1] [img]https://31.media.tumblr.com/bcfab66a674d39bfaaddc28bd62d4470/tumblr_inline_ne41kcr5UN1s5par2.jpg[/img][/center] [hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Building [b]1[/b] (Infirmary) -> Building [b]2[/b] (Mess Hall) [/center][hr][hr] Ashton listened to the breakdown of injuries and treatments from Astrid. It was still very new for him, getting medical reports from the more stoic of the Valkyries. He took the source with a sort of detached gaiety, not that he questioned her ability. Ash knew that Astrid was capable of the tasks set before her, trusting her and Victor's judgement. All the same, because of manner and speech, if she suddenly suggested the application of leeches and/or boiled down cow urine, it wouldn't surprise him in the least. As a matter of fact, he would likely be just a little depressed if, looking back years from that moment, he couldn't name off at least five times when that had occurred. It was pleasing to hear that the Doctor and Zoie had good prognoses. Aside from the four outright deaths, the remainder of the injuries were minor. The question as to his own health took him with mild surprise. Very few people actually ever asked him. The tone to her voice suggested a matter more probing than what her words related. While unsure as to exactly what she meant by that, he affixed a forced smile and answered slowly, [color=steelblue]"No holes anywhere they shouldn't be."[/color] He shifted to a sort of sideways look, [color=steelblue]"Been better, though."[/color] Ash shook his head and turned to leave. [color=steelblue]"Yeah, Good talk. If I'm needed, I'll be at the Mess."[/color] He slowly walked out of the door. There was a gnawing feeling in the back of his brain, sitting there like a question left unspoken or a mental connection that was a micron from being realized. Ash tried to toss the feeling off, telling himself that if it was important, it would come back to him. This kind of things happened thousands of times in the course of a lifetime, and humanity had gotten along quite well despite these little quirks of uncertainty. Though to be fair, humanity had never had to survive an unending onslaught of the living dead. Little quirks of uncertainty could get people eaten. The Captain walked with a relaxed, ambling stride. An onlooker might say that he had the appearance of a man that was trying desperately to remember something. The Courthouse Lobby had mostly emptied at this time, with everyone headed toward the Mess Hall. Having missed the morning meal, Ash figured he may as well head that way, too. The moment he stepped outside of the main building, Ash straightened his posture and strode with more purpose. A moment of weary thought, nothing more, and he was back to the solid commanding officer that Newnan needed right then, providing an aura of calm, stern safety. He made a beeline for the Mess Hall, which was now awash with activity. For a good, long minute, Ash stood just inside of the doors. He did nothing more than observe the people in front of him - resilient people, people of massively differing backgrounds, people who have suffered loss after loss and still come together. Before, it was likely that they wouldn't have even spoken to each other on a bus, but here they were, sharing an organized meal. Even the new guy was involved. (His remaining escort was still standing by the door, keeping watch over him and his bear fur coat full of rifle and sharp things.) Mental note: Make sure to vet the next new guy before Sally allows him to handle everyone's food. Whether Ash knew it or not, he needed these people. Probably more than they needed him. He grabbed a tray and took a spot at the end of the line. [hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=orangered]Bridgette Vinters[/color][/b][/i][/h1] [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d5/b4/78/d5b478ac0063ce48f5bab3cb5648b0a1.jpg[/img][/center] [hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Building [b]1[/b] (Cells) [/center][hr][hr] Meanwhile, Bridgette was having mixed emotions about sitting quietly and not engaging. It was times like this that she would rather have a working cell phone, crushing poorly stacked digital boards and glass by firing ill-tempered, flightless avians at them. Being more realistic, she would rather be fixing that crack on the east end of the Outer Wall, preferably with some armed backup, before she lost the daylight. Now, Bridgette realized that sometimes, not engaging was just as entertaining as mixing it up. It wasn't 100% in her comfort zone, granted. She had a fondness for acts of aggression, both verbal and physical. This was known by almost everyone that met her. Still, Ash directly said Do Not Engage, so she meant to. So there she sat, not quite at ease, on the bench outside of the cells. Her shield lay next to her, spear leaning on the wall within easy reach, and her sawed-off shotgun loaded, waiting, and across her lap. Her gaze rarely left Ryan's cell. For supposedly ten or fifteen minutes, she could stand to remain extremely vigilant, if not (in her estimation) particularly useful just then. Bridgette wasn't sure if she immediately liked or disliked the man in the cage; he certainly was a smartass, in that regard cut from a similar cloth. But he agreed with bossman that this guy was dangerous. So, do not engage. Sit tight. Relief would be by shortly, then she could fix that seam in the wall before it became an issue, grab some food, and finish that project back home. Oh yeah, and Ash owed her another jar of what he referred to as "The Good Shit". Things to look forward to. Get revenge later. [hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=c0c0c0]The Great Bazhooli[/color][/b][/i][/h1] [img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/0c830ac3-637e-4722-a654-d4192b0bd4c2.jpg[/img][/center] [hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Building [b]2[/b] (Mess Hall) [/center][hr][hr] The food was finally set up and people were streaming in. A lot of kids; The Great Bazhooli had not expected to many children in the place. Or any place, for that matter. Having children out there in the world was a massive, glaring liability. His previous group, the full circus train, had a few children with them. Family of various performers, they were mostly kept sheltered inside the train cars. It was not the best life for a young person, but it kept them breathing. Of course, until the attack. No amount of sheltering helped them, then. He wasn't sure if anything could have. A wave of sadness and gratitude took hold of The Great Bazhooli, a strange, mixed, conflicting emotion. He mourned the loss of his people, reminded of them by the line of younger people entering the building. At the same time, the fact that a place existed that allowed kids to learn and thrive, without locking them away constantly, was amazing to him. He could not tell if these people knew how rare and precious a thing they had here, but he did. His travels and losses, lessons learned from both, cemented in his head the utter scarcity of a place like Newnan. He wanted this to be home, problems and all. About this time, he was greeted by a charming, dark complected lady who introduced herself as Meghna Kumar. He accepted her hand graciously and introduced himself with a bow. [color=c0c0c0]"Indeed, I am Great Bazhooli. Is pleasure to make acquaintance, little kotenok."[/color][sub]1[/sub] The following exchange puzzled the Cossack newcomer. He had just assisted the older lady in plating and setting out what amounted to a celebration feast, compared to what he had been living on lately. Then he realized what she was getting at, offering him something to eat. [color=c0c0c0]"No, no thank you, pretty lady. I am fine, just fine, thank you. And not worrying, I am not too good to stand in line for self. But spasibo[/color][sub]2[/sub][color=c0c0c0], eh, thank you, Miss Kumar. Care to join?"[/color] [hider=Translations] 1 = Kitten 2 = Thank you [/hider]