[quote=@Sigil][hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=sienna]Gilbert Summers[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/10518bf29e093b6a9ba78475f8186205/tumblr_nuon9sbMow1re1ut0o1_540.gif[/img][hr][b][color=sienna]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp - Main House (Sitting Room) 
[b][color=sienna]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][/center]

        The eyebrow arch that came from Gilbert, while not quite legendary, likely exerted physical force capable of slapping the cap off of a bottle of sarsaparilla. Of course, this was mostly due to the utterly blatant and dramatic manner in which the Russian Paradox hurled herself suggestively at him. If allowed to go much further, the statuesque Emendator wouldn't have been surprised in the least if the metaphorical hurling turned into a much more literal event. The eyebrow stood at attention, paired with a slight backward tilt of his head for just a moment before returning to something more relaxed. 

        It wasn't the first time that a Paradox had come onto Gilbert. This was perhaps the most pressing reason that Evelina strenuously insisted that he wear a shirt. Well, the joke was on her! He was wearing a shirt [i]and[/i] a vest, and some recently dead (to her point of view, anyway) lady was [i]still[/i] eye-molesting him. Was he wearing pants this time? Sometimes he didn't... Yup, pants and everything. Ok, upon personal reflection, this was most assuredly not his fault this time, which is precisely what he intended to tell The Dice when the inevitable conversation came up later on today. And it would. There was no escaping it. 

        As if his thoughts were made manifest, Evelina chose precisely that moment to make her appearance. She was speaking in older Greek, as well. Generally, this was not good for him, as her tendency to do so often coincided with moderate annoyance at him. Luckily for Gilbert, her commentary and observations could be responded to with a fairly laid back, [color=sienna]"Not a problem at all, Evie. It's what I do."[/color] The next exchange (this time in modern English) was not taken quite as well. Gilbert knew of that gambit in chess, if it was the one he suspected it might be. There was a counter, but that particular bud needed to be nipped within the next couple of moves, before it became much more expensive in terms of sacrificed pieces. He smiled, considering his next move (which he did not mention immediately). 

        Chess would have to wait, though, as would questions for just a moment. The Dice lived up to her name, rolling an ornate polyhedron across a flat surface to reveal the runed facet that showed on top when the die came to a rest. Gilbert knew this mark. He exhaled and shook his head slightly. [color=sienna]"Well, it looks like a matter beyond our consideration now. We've got a spirited group of guests to make feel welcome, so let's, ah... well, let's talk some."[/color] He gave a relaxed smile and leaned back in his chair, truly a comfortable piece of furniture that wholly belonged in a room reserved especially for Sitting.

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=indianred]James Grady[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://image.ibb.co/i56LZR/Blackjames.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=indianred]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp - Main House (Sitting Room) 
[b][color=indianred]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]

        Well, so far Q & A raised more Qs than As. James figured that something like this would be the norm until he got his bearings, if he could decide what concepts such as "norm" and "bearings" meant in this place. For instance, one of his best friends in the world just rattled off an impressive string of what he assumed involved a fair amount of swearing in Spanish, a language that he never really got an amazing opportunity to learn outside of a few key phrases from popular eateries and the occasional colorful metaphor.

        Then there was the kid. He wasn't really a kid, but James figured that he had a couple decades of worldly experience on the guy. Of course, what did [i]age[/i] mean anymore? Or experience? They seemed to just be ideas of ever-growing abstractness to him now, and he was rarely the fuzzy and introspective type. Especially now though, with James feeling a sort of emptiness deep within his brain. What caused it? And why did he feel like a part of himself had been bled away? But his mental digression away, the kid didn't seem to blink in the slightest when we made his presence known in the form of a harsh, bug-eyed, anachronistic whisper directed in an attempt of situational levity. Well, "the more things change", as the saying goes. [/quote]

[quote=@FantasyChic][hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=f49ac2]Faith Masters[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/31200000/AshleyBenson-ashley-benson-31248569-500-239.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=f49ac2]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp - Main House (Sitting Room)
[b][color=f49ac2]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]

Faith didn't know what to make of the woman's words. Her mind was all over the place, though. Hell, she was still wrapping her head around the fact she was alive and in the past in a different state when Eve gathered her along to follow her. Hopefully, answers would be given soon. As the two of them walked along the hallway, Eve called out to another woman who appeared and Faith had to suppress a ton of comments she had.

The woman was pale as pale could be. She expected her to be the Walking Dead, or a ghost, or something. She was in desperate need of a suntan. Still, Eve gathered her too as they entered another room where more people were gathered. She didn't recognize any of them and hoped introductions would be in order. She got her answer as some of the Emendators were introduced with objects rather than names. That was peculiar, but questions had to wait until the end. She had a lot to ask.[/quote]

[quote=@Nallore][hr][hr][center][h1][color=6fabf0]Sophia Harris[/color][/h1]
[img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0q4h7OniG1qfvzyf.gif[/img][hr][b]Location: Sitting Room[/b]
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A[hr][hr][/center]Sophia sat in her seat as she turned her head to see three other women, one of them introducing themselves as The Dice the Emendator that Alicia had mentioned earlier when she was being shown to her room. And then a really pale woman who looked like she spent most of her life in a cave her skin looked so incredibly white, then there was a blonde woman as well. She gave them a friendly smile as she leaned back as she gave The Dice her attention, hearing her speaking in Greek she assumed but she didn't understand it. Then she pulled out something from her pocket watching the object falling down onto the table, she didn't know what it meant, but she remained quiet about it for now.

Sophia had quiet a lot of questions to ask, as she started to wonder exactly what she should even ask and wasn't sure who would like to speak up first for the most part everyone else seemed to be pretty quiet. [color=6fabf0]"I do have a question, well a lot actually."[/color] Sophia said looking towards James probably the only person that she knew out of the entire group. [color=6fabf0]"I am truly grateful not being dead and everything. But why all of us, what is our purpose here other then having a second chance at a new life?"[/color] She asked looking between both Gilbert and Evelina.[/quote]

[quote=@Lady Amalthea][hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=0072bc]Evelina Lucas[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/1724866df9e32177bad5d8f4c8140117/tumblr_ohov1rfChC1up42jgo4_500.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=0072bc]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp - Main House (Sitting Room)
[b][color=0072bc]Skills:[/color][/b] Administration, Diplomacy, Memory Training, History[/center][hr]
When Gilbert spoke Evelina craned her head slightly. The Dice couldn't quiet agree with his assessment of the situation. A death out in the world beyond Ville au Camp might had been beyond his consideration but it wasn't beyond hers. In fact, this was the time when it became all about her consideration. Not every death that occurred out in the world in the course of human existence was caused by the fall of her dice. If it were she would be doing nothing but spending her time sitting at a desk and dropping dice after dice after dice. No, instead when a series of event occurred... That train of thought stopped as one of their new arrivals spoke. 

Evelina quirked a brow as she glanced over towards Sophia. Taking a step forward, away from the desk, and towards Sophia she glanced down at her. [color=0072bc]"In such a hurry. I just requested that you hold your questions until I have have an opportunity to speak. Please, do listen and pay attention to what I have to say, as well what occurs around you now. There are things far worse than the Dead Walking out there that you will face, and things far worse than death or being bit."[/color] As Evelina spoke her voice was calm and even. In fact, while her words could be taken as blunt and harsh her intonation was kind and understanding. 

Turning she went back to the matter at hand. [color=0072bc]"Yet that is not a bad place to start. So we shall. I am The Dice. Some refer to me as Lady Luck. Others the Grim Reaper. One of the Fates. Depending on the time, the place, the people, I go by many names. In the end I am responsible for you being here,"[/color] she said as she turned back around as she reached her desk once again. Lacing her fingers together she let her hands drop in front of her and gave a melancholy look towards the newest arrivals. 

[color=0072bc]"The fall of my dice is what caused your death."[/color]

She let those words hand in the air for a moment. Let it sink in. She was the reason they died. One could see her breathing inward and holding it for a moment. The look remained on her features for a moment before she continued. This is where she would clarify. [color=0072bc]"But no, I didn't kill you."[/color] She needed to say that, she had to remind herself of that each time her dice came up with the death rune. As much as it wasn't her fault that they died she still bored the weight of it every day of her life. It was a lot of weight after all these years and at times she wondered if she should perhaps change her name to Atlas. 

[color=0072bc]"Nor am I responsible for every death that occurs. For whatever reason, I came into being. When I did, when I became aware, when I learned of my abilities and the compelling tingle that causes the dice to drop I began to hold certain fates in my hand. Some deaths cannot be avoided. Illness, a series of choices, and more, all lead up to a persons death. It is supposed to happen. Not because someone deserved to die but because life lead them to that point. Yet every so often something happens. A wrench gets thrown into the works of the universe. A ripple in the [i]should have[/i] that hits me. At this moment I roll the dice... As you watched me just a moment ago. That was another death. I do not control The Dice, I am but their executioner. It could have come up that they had another chance but not this time. The Dice spoke, and that is the end. That explains why you died. It is chance, a luck of the draw. Something went wrong in your timeline that disrupted when your natural death should have occurred. The Dice are tossed and give you a chance to escape it. You didn't."[/color]

As Evelina spoke she walked around the room, taking time to look at each of them. Look them in the eye, let them know in a way that even though she was speaking to all of them she had not forgotten that each of them was an individual. She conducted herself as if she was the combination of a CEO running a multi-billion dollar company that was speaking to the board of Trusties right then, a mother trying to explain to a toddler why they shouldn't touch the stove, and a something more. She had an air about her that could make her seem intimidating at one moment and as soft as a teddy bear the next. While the way she held herself never changed, little drops or rises in her voice showed so much. More than that, it was the simple truthful look in her eyes that shown through. 

[color=0072bc]"Yet the more pressing question rattling around in your minds is how you got here if you died? That is as simple, and complicated, as your death was. I brought you here. It is an ability I have and have possessed since my moment of consciousness. That occurred in the 9th Century B.C., in the city of Carthage. Back then I was known as Dido."[/color] The last word slipped from her lips and she sat herself down behind the desk in the room, having walked there during the last little bit of speech. Many would not know who she had been, some though might. It might tickle the back of their minds. Either way, if it did or didn't really didn't concern her. It was a simple way to lay the date down. It meant she had been at this for nearly three thousand years. 

[color=0072bc]"With each time The Dice must be tossed, for each time the Death Rune presents itself, I am given a moment of consideration. Do I or do I not bring that person back?"[/color] she said as she continued and gave a glance over towards Gilbert. It had come full circle. This was where she had disagreed with him. It was beyond his consideration at the moment of death. Yet when The Dice were tossed, when that moment came and a life was claimed, that was when her moment of consideration was most important. It was the moment it began. 

[color=0072bc]"I weight things carefully and decide if I will bring you back. Those of you sitting here I chose to return to the world of the living, as it were. Why you in particular? That I will not answer, ever. That is my reason and my reason alone."[/color] For the first time since she had begun speaking her tone turned harsh and steely. This was not something she would budge on. She never had and never would explain why she chose one soul over another. They would just have to live with that. 

Letting the cold look that had over come her features fade away she smiled slightly. [color=0072bc]"Anyways, what does it matter what I think? You are here now and what happens now is up to you. Though we do have some rules. The first and greatest is that you are not allowed to ever return to your old life. If you were and they saw you die... Imagine how that would affect those you left behind? Could they truly accept that you came back from the dead? Would that not drive them insane? It could create a greater ripple in time that could bring about the death of many many more. It is not allowed and those that break the code will face the wrath of the Emendators. So please, if any of you are having thoughts of such, put it out of your mind. Let the world you knew grieve for you and move on."[/color]

Reaching over the desk she picked up her pipe, it still smoldering slightly as she did. After a few short puffs it came back to life and she inhaled deeply before she continued. The wisps of smoke trailing up and around her features. [color=0072bc]"One the good side there are many advantages to living this life. One is that you will not grow older. You will remain this age for as long as you remain here. Normal things will not cause you death to come about again. Illness, age. Things you need not worry about. No more flus or sniffles. No more periods,"[/color] she added at the tail end of that little bit and smiles over towards the women. [color=0072bc]"Which trust me, was one of the grandest moments. Sadly no children but the men can't reproduce either. You all are dead after all."[/color]

Puffing again she held the pipe between her lips for a minute as she tapped the nails of her free hand on the desk. [color=0072bc]"Also, you will begin to manifest abilities. Each of you were reborn with two. They will come about and no two of you have the same. Each is unique. Myself, I hold The Dice and what I refer to as Disrupt Death. Those you have experienced first hand by dying and being brought back. Gilbert here has some interesting ones. If you would. Please give them a demonstration. How about something with a Viking Flair?"[/color] she said with a grin gently tugging at the corner of her lips. It was his turn to be part of this little introduction to the Afterlife.

[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=ed145b]Alicia Gonzalez[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/063951580279bd2c1a8807e6c445ed07/tumblr_mmx5uzoZZz1qd1s6no1_500.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=ed145b]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp - Kitchen House
[b][color=ed145b]Skills:[/color][/b] Psychology[/center][hr]
The water splashed as Alicia dropped a spoon, it slipping out of her hands and splattering down the front of her shirt. [color=ed145b]"Fucking hell..."[/color] she griped as she let out a huff and stomped her foot somewhat. She would need to go change her shirt in a moment but she figured she could wait on that for now. She was still washing dishes and if she went to change now and it happened again she would just need to change her clothing again. Fuck that. She would just do it when she finished and limit herself to one damp shirt. Granted she did have an apron on but she had splashed enough water so far on herself that the apron was soaked and it went through to the clothing underneath. A [b][i]housewife[/i][/b] she was not. Then again she hadn't been in the life before this one, on either time line. So why start now?

Gilbert hadn't cleaned up his plates either, so she was handling both of them. She smirked to herself. She would get him back for this one. Not that he had meant to cause her more work it... It was still the perfect excuse for her to pull a little prank of her own. She couldn't let Gio and Nancy have all the fun today. She fully intended to have a bit of fun herself and get a few laughs in. Gilbert being one of her victims just was how things worked out. It had to the The Dice. She would chalk it up to that. 

Laughing to herself she finished up the dishes and peeled the apron from her. Stepping out the back door of the kitchen house she started to twist the apron. Wringing it out and letting the water drop to the ground off to the side of the back door. She kept twisting and wringing until her knuckles went white and no more water could fall from the cloth. It wasn't dry now by any stretch of the imagination but it was far better than it had been and frankly right then it was much drier than the rest of her. Snapping it out, it unrolled itself. Turning she made her way back inside and hung it up as she glanced around the room. Dishes were done, breakfast was cleaned up, apron was handing. It was time for her to head back to her room and get changed, and then head off to take care of a few things of her own. The mischievous smile only grew on her lips. [/quote]