[hr][hr][center][h1][color=sienna][i][b]Gilbert Summers, "The Hat"[/b][/i][/color]
 & [b][i][color=indianred][center]James Grady[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][/center]
[center][img][/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=sienna][b]Location:[/b][/color] Ville au Camp, Main House, Passageway outside Room 107 (Sophia's) -> Room 101 (Sitting Room) by way of Hallway and Study/Library
[color=sienna][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A
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	What appeared to be a general consensus of opinion had been made concerning a change in venue. The sitting room seemed to be a more hospitable location as compared to standing about in the right passageway, engaging in idle small talk. One piece of said talk did seem to capture Gilbert's attention, however. One of the newcomers, specifically the one that referred to him as "Father of Giants" a moment before, had brought up another identifying title. As it turned out, it was another one that he knew. With a sly grin, Gilbert vocalized a point of memory that the title invoked, [color=sienna]"Come along, Miss Andonova, it's a little more unique than that. There have been several Great Bazhoolis over the centuries. I've known a few. There's only been one 'The Hat', so far as I know."[/color] 

	James's eyes brightened suddenly, a glimmer of recognition spreading across his face. In optimistic voice, he added to the conversation, [color=indianred]"Hells yeah, knew me a Great Bazhooli, too! Odd muthafucka. Damn handy with them knives, though, had him a cat..."[/color] his voice faltered and grew quiet for a moment before he continued, [color=indianred]"...name o' Schrodinger. Um, hey... He died on us, same day Bridgette and Astrid went."[/color] He knew it was impossible for the others, except for Sophia, to know who these people were. He just felt like saying their names out loud to make sure that they weren't forgotten; his own way of keeping vigil for them. Others died then as well, obviously. More names to remember. Distantly, he hoped that someone back where and when he was from thought enough of him to speak his name from time to time. It was a depressing thought. Here was another: [color=indianred]"Big man said his family was all gone. Now he's dead, too. I think I mighta known the [i]last one[/i]. Ain't that a bitch?"[/color] 

	Gilbert's look turned to the quizzical, then relaxed with understanding. [color=sienna]"He wasn't the last one, James. I can tell you that much."[/color] The look he gave the man insisted that he was not to ask more, which James reluctantly agreed to. For the time being. Luckily, he attention got turned elsewhere. From James's vantage point, he saw Alicia crossing the opening to the passageway and waved his arms to try to get her attention. [color=indianred]"Hey girl!"[/color] he called, breaking the conversation's previous decibel level, [color=indianred]"Q & A in the Sittin' Room!"[/color] He was reasonably sure that she was going to be busy. She liked to keep busy. But it would have been impolite not to ask. Loudly.  

	Meanwhile, the tall Emendator seemed content to take Sophia's advice, taking a cursory step in the direction of the Hallway door. [color=sienna]"Sure. Q & A in the sitting room."[/color] He chuckled and shook his head, interested to see the interactions between the new Paradoxes. Lots of different personalities to mix at Ville au Camp. Before disappearing into the next room, he noted the newer (and quieter) man descend the stairs and flash a welcoming smile. 

	On the other hand, James hung back a little, edging closer to the newcomer. He turned his head to look the man over, eyes wide as if struck with some manner of shock, and whispered to him in a rasp, [color=indianred]"[i]...I see white people...[/i]"[/color] before immediately following The Hat into the Hallway, through the Library, and into the Sitting Room. To sit.