[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Thana Martin[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/523ed7050654d50bbae4eb51a3735349/tumblr_inline_n767baVN661szvbv0.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Medical Garden (10)[/center][hr]

	Thana nodded slightly towards Ash, glad he was at least willing to tag along without her having to insist on it. She had work to do and she had also promised to stay by him. If he had decided to go back to his house anyways, it could have caused a bit of an issue and right then she didn't want any problems. There had been enough excitement for the day. Letting out a breath she started to walk around the medical garden, kneeling down and checking on the plants but more than that, the soil. 

	Plunging her finger into dirt which held plant after plant she seemed to be doing something important but it did look odd to see her just sticking a finger into the dirt of every plant there. [color=0072bc]"Please tell me that hick left some sort of notes about this place,"[/color] she said as she dusted her hands off. 

	Walking over to the heaters she started to move them. Turning a few off but keeping others on and adjusting where the warm air was flowing towards. Moving the heaters that were not still needed over towards the door. [color=0072bc]"We need to put these over in the greenhouse. I will also need half a dozen bricks, some wood, a metal bucket, and water,"[/color] she added as she looked back over towards Ash. [color=0072bc]"We need to see if we can kick start your crops. They are in halfway decent shape but right now they won't produce until later in the season unless we do something about it."[/color]

	[color=f6989d]"Yeah, just be stayin' on task. Keeps workin' keeps talkin', don't ya be frettin' none abouts whats goin's ons. Sures he may be goin's crazies but he do be havin' the cutest ass."[/color] Thana's head turned sharply as she head the voice in her head and found herself blushing a bit at the thought of the Captains bare bottom. It wasn't exactly a thought she should be having while trying to work. 


[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=598527]Lola Holler[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://cdn1-www.afterellen.com/assets/uploads/2015/10/tankgirl.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] North Of Newnan (Spring & St. Clair)[/center][hr] 

	The Kiwi could only keep laughing at Thalia spoke. She loved messing with the woman, she was such an easy target to get all riled up. It wasn't that Lola did or said certain things to be mean or cruel, it was just how she was and in all truth she meant everything she said to Thalia in the most loving way possible... in the most ass way possible. (Literally and figuratively.) Lola wasn't refined, that was an understatement, but there probably wasn't a more loyal friend left on the planet. At least not living. She had done anything for Thalia, save acting like an adult when she could have fun. That was just beyond her. 

	Yet when Thalia spoke up about the phone actually ringing Lola's jaw dropped. She had watched the woman day after day try that thing. She had told her a thousand times to not even bother but had given up even that much over the last months. It was part of her daily ritual, like Lola singing at anytime of the day or putting on her make up. Some things just weren't going to change. Now, how Lola managed to make the tank stop as if it was a race car instead of a tank was a mystery in and of itself but stopped dead in its tracks the tank did. Well not dead in its tracks, it took a bit to slow down but there was a hell of a jerk forward that came with the sudden speed shift. 

	Getting out of her seat she moved quickly and over to Thalia. [color=598527]"Well fucking aces Jet! Anyone actually answering? If not there better be one hells of a voice mail. Like you know, Sorry we aren't in right now, killing a bunch of munchers, we will return your call as soon as we are sure we aren't on tonights dinner menu,"[/color] she laughed, excited about the possibility. She still doubted anyone would answer but still. It was something. Something different.