[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=sienna]Gilbert[/color] & [color=indianred]James[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][b][color=sienna]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp - Main House (Front Porch)
[b][color=indianred]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp - Main House (Front Porch -> Parlor -> Dining Room -> Front Porch)
[b][color=sienna]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]

	Gilbert took some comfort in the words of Evelina. He would not have to immediately take everyone on a full tour of the grounds of Ville au Camp, which he had assumed from previous conversation would be the case. Of course, he also assumed that it would take place later on in the day. Granted, after a while he would probably have to complete the tour, but for the time being, the front part of the grounds would suffice. The words of The Dice, and in Greek no less, painted a very vivid picture of a person with detail oriented plans, or at least someone who desired "The Big Reveal" for themselves. To be frank, it didn't matter so much to Gilbert. A few millennia had given the man a very relaxed frame of mind about things. If he had to carry the bags today, so be it. 

	Meanwhile, James was still mulling over the concept that there was indeed a way to "opt out" of the whole, sticky mess. Of course, it would mean dying... again. And from his perspective, that would mean twice in the same day. A little tingle crept up his spine, the takeaway of a standard, mortal existence. He had faced death before. They all had, apparently. He wasn't going to give an answer about anything just yet, but James did note that he most assuredly did not immediately choose to be dead again. 

	As the gathering of Paradoxes became a unanimous thing on the porch just outside, Gilbert began the nickel tour of the house. As it turned out, the large residence had relatively few rooms aside from personal living quarters. [color=sienna]"So, you've seen the Study and the Sitting Room. Through these doors..."[/color] he walked a few steps down and opened the front doors mirroring the ones they had just left, and stepped to the side. [color=sienna]"...are the Parlor and the Dining Room. These four rooms on the ground floor make up pretty much all of the space that isn't a private room. Or the bathroom."[/color] The tall Emendator snapped his fingers as if just remembering something, [color=sienna]"Yeah, ah... not sure how you more 'modern' types are going to be with this, but there's one bathroom. And it's upstairs."[/color] He waited a bit for it to sink in. Almost as an inevitability, he waited for one or more of the Paradoxes to ask "What's a bathroom?", not particularly indicating a point of ridicule, but giving a better idea as to when the new Paradox died. Gilbert himself spent more time alive without indoor facilities than with, and so understood the initial confusion. Still, sometimes, it was amusing. 

	James did the cursory walkthrough, entering the parlor and dining room beyond. He didn't give it much in the way of attention to detail, more just taking in general layout within the house and where the doors were. There was something familiar about this house. Not so much the actual location, as if he'd been here before. James hadn't, he didn't think. Oh, in his lifetime (or the clearest version of it he could remember), he had traveled around this area before in pursuit of his work. Maybe he'd heard of this place. It was probably nothing, a memory buried underneath the uprising of dead people that was the last few years of his life. At least that was over for him, one way or another. 

	When he returned to the porch area with Gilbert, he fully registered the comment about having one bathroom for eight Paradoxes and four Emendators. A hint of sarcasm came through in his voice as he noted, [color=indianred]"It's all good. Y'all got windows, right?"[/color]