[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] N/A[/center][hr]
	While the rest of the people in Ville au Camp were tending to this and that, drinking or dealing with dead people or both, George on the other hand was still cleaning up the oatmeal from his face. The gaping hole one one side made it impossible to see anything but the damage but the other side, cracked into a small smile at the suggestion from Nancy. [color=598527]"Mmm, obvious. Too obvious. Use the water to make their tea, mmm, and the oatmeal to make cookies. Mmm, Alicia will eat anything,"[/color] he said as he picked out some of the oatmeal from the nose area of the mask. 

	Alicia would pretty much eat anything, it was a reflex considering her fathers abilities in the kitchen. She vaguely remembered something about spicy ice cream enchiladas not too long before she died. Granted she also remembered a bottle of tequila, some fuzzy bunny slippers, happy face boxers, and an exploding front door. Her dad sure as hell knew how to make an entrance yet looking back now on that day, more importantly that morning something dawned on her for the first time since her arrival. That morning she had awoken from a dream, one where she had been killed and eaten by zombies in. She had dreamed of her other life. [color=ed145b]"Dios mio..."[/color] That was a hell of a shit storm memory to come to the front and she found herself downing the rest of the glass and nearly choking on it but refusing to stop until every drop in her cup was gone. 

	Gasping slightly she wiped her mouth with the back of her arm and nodded towards James. [color=ed145b]"Shit, should have seen the man then. He was far more ...."[/color] she began before stopping and searching for the words, [color=ed145b]"Scary."[/color] It was a single word but one she knew would get the point across. Sure her father was intimidating in Newnan but over in Justice, he was still working actively. That mans legend was still growing even now in some timelines of the Earth. [color=ed145b]"Though doubt he would have given him less shit but makes me wonder, just what the fuck is going to do when he see the father of my boy, poor Keystone,"[/color] she said with a hint of concern in her voice before starting to crack up at the thought. It was both terrifying and hilarious at the same time. 

	[color=ed145b]"Oh yeah, drunk comes,"[/color] Alicia said, snickering between thoughts. Then the suggestion came, a drinking game? That could be interesting and it seemed at least one was up for it.It was about at that time Gilbert came in and Alicia started pouring herself round two. She heard him but she really wasn't listening much. The though of big ass Keystone being informed he was a father by Caesar was just too fucking funny to her. [color=ed145b]"What, afraid we might learn it was you that caused the war of 1812?"[/color] Alicia taunted before looking over at Sophia and leaning back in her chair with her newly poured cup. [color=ed145b]"Shit, I'll start. If you've ever lived in a time line before 1900 take a drink,"[/color] she said still chortling slightly and eying Gilbert in the process. 

	Would have been interesting to see George play the game Alicia thought, he really didn't speak about anything before he arrived in the land of the forgotten as Alicia called the place from time to time. And right then he wasn't thinking about anything but oatmeal and burial. It was an interesting combination. Gio said he'd find a place and George nodded as he flicked another piece of oatmeal off his mask. He was nearly done cleaning it up. Peter would be buried down by the water. Everyone that had been in Ville Au Camp knew that Peter loved the large oak tree down by the waters edge, he would sit there for hours reading books on architecture and math as the Spanish moss moved back and forth in the wind. [color=598527]"Mmm, all good,"[/color] he finally said a few minutes later before putting his mask back on and picking up one of the shovels left behind for them. Picking up his coat to bring with them he started out of the mill and went off to catch up with Gio. 

	Hearing Alexandra cough made Alicia perk a brow and smirk. [color=ed145b]"Oh yeah, good shit,"[/color] she said before looking over at Bart. Seemed he had questions. Wasn't surprising. [color=ed145b]"We have a continental breakfast, maid service, afternoon tea under the trees, and cricket to play afterwards. Might want to check with the events coordinator later to see what is happening on the Ledo deck,"[/color] she said in all seriousness before cracking up. It was nice to have her empathy shut mostly down right then, made her feel much lighter. So did the booze. 
	
[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 106)
[b][color=0072bc]Skills:[/color][/b] Diplomacy, Memory Training, History[/center][hr]
	It was an interesting question and one that Evelina herself had pondered once long ago. [color=0072bc]"That is a perplexing question and one that I unfortunately do not have an answer for at this time. I doubt that I may ever be privy to such information. You see, despite our abilities and long lives, how much of them come to be and how we live is still one of those things that are a mystery to even us. Just as we do not know what lays beyond death if anything, if there is a god, and more. There is much in this universe that even a life as long as humanity itself you cannot learn the answer to, some things we are just forced to accept as [i]because the universe said so."[/i][/color] Evelina spoke as she began to undress and clean the body of the Paradox known as Peter, it did not bother, or at least didn't seem to irk her that Andromeda had asked the question. Curiosity was like death, it was just part of life. 

	Turning her head slightly she looked over to Andromeda and held her breath for a moment before continuing. [color=0072bc]"Yet, physically I do not believe so, others will come into the loop today and leave without issue. I have had a non paradox remain in a loop before."[/color] It was an interesting little tid bit of information but it really did not answer the question yet it seemed to be about as good as one could hope. 

	The Dices attention was back on Peter for while cleaning could be done by touch while she spoke, placing flesh back together to be sewn took more attention. Yet she did say one more thing before picking up a needle and thread. [color=0072bc]"Al Capone, interesting man. The man which brought our Peter back to us, George, knew him personally. If you would like to know more about Al, perhaps you could speak with George,"[/color] she suggested. 

	Looking over at Andromeda she motioned towards Peters body. [color=0072bc]"Would it be too much to ask for you to hold his wounds together while I stitch up his form? I do wish to make this as neat as possible,"[/color] she asked and explained the reasoning behind. It was one of the reasons she wanted Andromeda to join her. She felt the woman could handle the situation considering the life she had just come from.