[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=97e23b]Bartholomew Rosecliff[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.imgur.com/GxId9ub.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Ville au Camp - Kitchen House -> Bedroom (Room 207) -> Dining Room
[b]Skills:[/b]N/a[/center][hr]
	Bartholomew was happy to casually converse with the other paradoxes, though keeping away from the liquor. Drunkenness didn't suit him, and what everybody was drinking wasn't exactly the best tasting. Soon enough, Lady Lucas came and informed them all of what he already knew. He could only meet her words with a solemn look, almost apologetic. Death was hard, and not something he was used to dealing with or being around, so he kept his mouth shut for once in his life. This did worry him though, they mentioned that death was a possibility in their role here, but nevertheless, somebody actually dying brought a level of realness to that, and that terrified him.

	On a normal day, Bart would have gone for a run to clear his head and try to sort out what was going on, but he felt that that could be disrespectful to the funeral proceedings going on. Instead, in the ensuing hours, he retreated to his room, and grabbed the copy of the Great Gatsby he found in his room earlier. He then laid back on his bed, and tried to clear his thoughts best that he could. He felt like he could cry again if he wanted to, but he knew he wouldn't survive long if every prolonged interaction with these people resulted in sobbing. He gripped his book, and started to read. In a way, this was his way of transplanting himself away from the world he was currently in, giving him the reprieve he needed.

	He eventually left the room, his stomach crying out for food. It'd be easier to stay up here, hidden away in his room, but that wouldn't be healthy. He forced himself to take care of himself, and made note of his page number, lacking a bookmark and not wanted to dog ear a classic. He rested the book on his bed, and went downstairs to the kitchen, coming in on Evelina explaining that people from town would be coming in later tonight. It surprised him that they were fine with interacting with, for lack of a better word, mundane people. He thought there'd be some temporal risk in some way, but hey, they'd been doing this much longer than he had. The idea of making themselves into an urban legend was honestly a bit surreal, and he didn't know if he'd have a hand in that or not.

	Quickly taking his seat, he listened in when they discussed starting combat training, and was quite intrigued when The Hat professed they they all might have combative abilities. Bart doubted this, specifically as far as his own capacities went. But even still, he didn't know what abilities he'd been gifted with yet. For all he knew, he could shoot lasers out of his eyes, or explode people'd heads with his mind, which, in all fairness, would make him a decent physical threat. He was, however, fairly confident he'd get a handle of hiding in plain sight. He felt that soft skills like that, which had always been his bread and butter, could easily continue into this new life.

	He was briefly concerned when The Hat began choking, and almost got up to see if he could help in any way, not knowing the Heimlich himself. He was relieved, and slightly grossed out, when he dislodged the bit of food stuck in there. He continued to become more concerned, however, when Alexandra straight up stopped existing. A look of shock came across his face, hoping whatever just happened could be chalked up as an ability manifesting, "[color=97e23b]Um. Alexandra?[/color]" He called out concern ringing through his voice, unsure if she'd just come invisible, or if something horrible had happened. He gave a worried look between the Emendators, hoping they'd take charge and explain what had happened.