[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=sienna]Gilbert Summers, "The Hat"[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://data.whicdn.com/images/11230301/original.png[/img][hr][b][color=sienna]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp (Kitchen House) 
[b][color=sienna]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]

	A broad smile caught Gilbert quite unaware, even despite the blow they had all taken with Peter's death. He was a man who was fully enamored with the ups and downs of humanity, identifying strongly with them and what their world had to offer. As a soldier, possibly even the Eternal Soldier, he had downed and killed more people in combat than anyone who had ever been. But this is part of the experience - war brought out the worst of people, but it also brought out the best. The heroes. He never wished strife and bloodshed upon anyone (maybe in his much younger days), it was just that he was so damned good at it. Coupled with the unerring fact that there would always be the need for warriors, it was most definitely part of the experience, forevermore. 

	Hopefully, this particular experience would bring out the best in the new Paradoxes. It surely was bringing out [i]something[/i] in them. No, the smile was for the Russian lady, trying hard not to spew The Original Mountain Dew out of her nose. The smile continued as Bart addressed him. It was a fair question, and from one of the new Paradoxes he was supposed to be showing around the grounds. Before he answered though, he did have the courtesy to return Sophia's wave and give a friendly nod in her direction. 

	[color=sienna]"Fair enough, Bartholomew. There is a broad answer and smaller, more specific ones. The broad answer is that we are offering a second chance at life, of a sort - a life that for... all of you, I think, was ripped from you without cause or meaning. Though we're not offering it persay, you are receiving new abilities that humanity only dreams about. They're a little unstable at first, but almost everyone gets the hang of them in due time. And lastly, you have something that cannot come at any price: Purpose."[/color] His voice stayed friendly and even, not pushy or condescending, at least as far as he could tell. It was a little vague, but sincerity flowed from his lips as he spoke. [color=sienna]"Now, I think you've already seen your rooms, if that's what you're asking about, and the house. For the rest of the tour, well, we will have to get back to that sooner or later."[/color] At this last sentence, he looked knowingly at Faith, who seemed chock full of questions about the implications of the new rules under which they existed. 

	[color=sienna]"Metaphysical and existential questions are really best left to Evie, ah, Miss Lucas."[/color] he started, continuing to clarify with, [color=sienna]"The Dice."[/color] 

	But it occurred to him that he hadn't yet responded to the good natured sarcasm offered up by Alicia. He thought it was good natured, anyway. But with the requirement of drinking being that someone live in a time period before 1900, his smile got even bigger before he actively suppressed it, and took a drink from his coffee cup full of Corn Squeezin's. Even he winced a little bit, followed by a light exhalation. [color=sienna]"That's not quite fair, now is it? Anyway, you cannot hang the War of 1812 on Yours Truly. That little brouhaha was kicked off by President Madison of the United States, though if you asked me he didn't have a choice in the matter, and the British were hoping to soften up their former colonies before a full invasion anyway with allied movements in Canada and extreme sanctioning."[/color] He gave a small laugh, [color=sienna]"Just wait until I get going."[/color] 

	
[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 (Kitchen House)
[b][color=indianred]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]

	There was a lot going on in the room. Conversations happening all around James, of which he was involved. The one, anyway, with Alicia. Then she said something that gave him serious pause. She had mentioned earlier that she had a child in her other timeline, an adorable little boy. That was well and good; James was even happy for her. Well, happy and sad both at the same time. It was a lot to lose, and the little boy would never know his mother. But the fact remained that there had to be a father involved in this somewhere, and from what Alicia had said, still alive. Until Caesar got to him, anyway. 

	James did not know the incarnation of Caesar in the other timeline, but he indeed knew the man in his own. Scary beyond all imagining was a start. Full of love and vigor was a continuation. And damn, could he cut a path through bodies like it was nobody's business. Whomever this Keystone was, he would have a lot to answer for. James didn't know why he was compelled to find out more about the man, though he suspected that it was because of his close friendship with Alicia's boyfriend st the time of her death in his own timeline. It almost felt like she was cheating on him, though that was silly. Even in marriage, the deal was "Til Death Do Us Part". A separate incarnation on a different, parallel dimension of temporal possibility probably counted for double. 

	The Wereboar Blackneck (who was toying with "Hog Wild" as his new superhero identity, though Wereboar Blackneck sounded pretty good, too) raised his glass to Alicia, saying, [color=indianred]"Hey hey, scary lady? Tell me 'bout that baby-daddy o' yours. He a good man, right? Take care o' that boy? If'n your pops lets him live, I mean. What he do for a livin'?"[/color] He had to admit a growing curiosity. For someone to have a child with Alicia? Had to be something about him.