[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=ed145b]Alicia Gonzalez[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/4de08da34ecf13bf3a10bd19a2b4ecde/tumblr_mm3fghzmPn1qd1s6no8_250.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=ed145b]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp - Kitchen House
[b][color=ed145b]Skills:[/color][/b] Empathy[/center][hr]
	Seemed a lot of people were in the mood for a drink and Alicia couldn't blame them. It was a big day, a lot had happened, a lot more was happening, and some still had not presented yet. This was going to be a long evening. She remembered her first day on the grounds and it was a lot to take in. Even arriving as the only one of the day. This was a large group which added to the chaos and complicated things. She still wondered why Evelina had chosen to bring so many to the table today but whatever the reason was she was sure that Lady Luck had a reason. The woman never seemed to do anything without having a plan, and a back up plan, and rethought said plan fifty times. 

	Looking over at Faith she smirked a bit. [color=ed145b]"That is some crazy shit. Ever see that movie League of Extraordinary Gentlemen? Let's hope it doesn't work like that,"[/color] she chuckled a bit before shrugging. [color=ed145b]"No idea. For me, things stopped when I calmed down and got stronger when I got pissed. Should have seen the shit I sent out in dreams by mistake the first week. Fucking nightmares chica,"[/color] she said before glancing back over at Bart and having to stifle back a laugh. [color=ed145b]"Granted sometimes the truth is far more fucked up than anything I can imagine,"[/color] she said as she crossed her arms over her chest. Seemed she got the point across to the man. 

	Stepping fully inside the Kitchen House, Alicia went into a cupboard and pulled out some mason jars full of white liquid and some empty smaller ones. [color=ed145b]"Good fucking thing about Emendators, they can get anything,"[/color] she said as she set the jars down and turned a label to face James. Holloway was on the label. She grinned slightly as she straddled a chair and unscrewed a top. The smell was intense and made her reel back a bit. [color=ed145b]"Damn that is some strong shit. Take it slow..."[/color] she warned but had the warning come too late?

	While Alicia was dealing with Paradoxes living, George needed to prep a hole for a dead one. He looked over at Gio and nodded slightly. [color=598527]"Mmm, thank you,"[/color] he said. He had already started from the place he had set Peters body down on the road towards the Mill but he stopped to speak before continuing. He would need shovels before heading down to the trees near the waters edge. He wouldn't mind the help and was thankful Gio was willing to help. The two were not the closest but he respected the man and knew better than to think just because Gio looked to be the oldest that he would have any problem digging a hole. 

	Seemed Nancy was coming as well and he couldn't help but let a small smile form on his face at her words. She was a feisty and there was something about her that he enjoyed being around. At least enough to be comfortable around her, like a sister. The mill wasn't far and it shouldn't have taken anytime at all but as he opened the door to the mill there was he sound of a snap and slowly he turned around to look back at Nancy. If he could. There was tin pie plate and whip cream stuck to his face. The pie plate slowly slipped from his face but the cream, was not going anywhere right then, at least not quickly. [color=598527]"Yours or Alicias?"[/color] he asked as he licked his lips and stood there. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=0072bc]Evelina Lucas[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/b3ca16c4f2bf73f68f35946ba175d1ec/tumblr_mgbkewAp8c1qm0e7eo2_500.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=0072bc]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp - Main House (201 -> 106)
[b][color=0072bc]Skills:[/color][/b] Administration, Diplomacy, Memory Training, History[/center][hr]
	Evelina turned her head with a quickness, to where it seemed as if it would nearly snap. Eying Andromeda for a moment before the slightest of smiles tugged at the corner of her mouth. It was a rare twinkle in her eye before she spoke. [color=0072bc]"Now that my dear is a right brilliant inquiry. When a body is buried within a loop it remains, just as we do. When the loop is broken time is just how it is. For example, say we live here for the next forty years before we must break this loop. When this loop is broken, this time, this place will just become November first, nineteen hundred and forty three. Only moving forward that split second before time continues as it does. His body will remain and then begin its traditional decay within the earth at that time."[/color] 

	As Evelina spoke it was without a hint of emotion, as if she was delivering a lecture to a class instead the death of one that was like family and what would have to his body personally. The woman had to maintain a form of detachment in her life. With as much life and death that she dealt with, that came at her hands despite having no control when the skill decided to act, it was a form of self preservation that without she might very well have been driven mad some eons ago. Yet some could argue that she was mad to continue on as she had through out the centuries. Madness though was in the eye of the beholder, at least that was what she had heard one say before. Granted he disliked being called mad so perhaps that was why he said such things. 

	Unbuttoning her jacket, she began to disrobe. It was a tedious process in the attire that she favored. Zippers were not something she favored. Thankfully in this time and place, the modern zipper was still a young thing. Buttons were key and it seemed that Evelina chose garments that had more than their fair share. The fact she could undo the smallest of them even with her nails long and filed to near talon like points seemed rather impractical. That was until someone watched the way she dispatched of each button. The way she used the pointed and curved tips of her nails to work as a button hook once would to make quick and simple work of each small fastening. In the end it was a rather practical reason to have nails the way they were. Now why they were painted navy blue, that was just styling there. 

	As she changed she glanced around her room some what, looking at the pictures and items she had collected over the long span of her life. [color=0072bc]"One my believe that due to their age and my own that the bow was always my preferred weapon and yet it wasn't until time rolled into the years known as anno domini that I truly found a respect for them. Before that, they were nothing more than a necessity. Though perhaps a shield and spear would have been more fitting considering the time spent in Sparta and Scandinavia."[/color] She spoke as she dressed, checking to ensure her hair was still pinned properly in place, and adjusting the bow on the apron she now wore. 

	[color=0072bc]"So, tell me my dear. What time period intrigues you the most?"[/color] she asked as she stepped to the door and opened it. It was a purposed question as she motioned for Andromeda to follow her. Making her way through the house towards another room. The question could let her infer some things about one of her newest Paradoxes. Yes she could focus and see every moment of the womans life, moments she had herself forgotten, yet she couldn't read the womans mind. Just because someone lived through something didn't mean you knew what they were thinking at that time. 

	Seeing Gilbert there as she rounded the corner Evelina gave him a slight nod. It seemed that he was lost in a pondering. [color=0072bc]"Thank you,"[/color] she said, gratitude laced in her voice as she spoke. Stopping at the door marked 106 she rested her hand on it and tilted her head to the side a bit before glancing towards Andromeda. [color=0072bc]"You do not have to enter the room with me but I must prepare the body now."[/color] It was another matter of fact statement, a warning of what laid within. Turning the handle she pushed the door open and stepped inside.