[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cca78e]Giosue Zino[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/hsXNEbtl188ZG/giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Dining Room->Room 202->Garage
[b]Skills: The Watch: Act I (Time Portals)[/b][/center][hr]
[color=cca78e]"Ah, thank you, my good man."[/color] Gio took the suit and looked over it. Judging purely on a visual basis, it seemed like it would fit on his frame perfectly. Fine work as usual from The Hat. It would be more surprising if it came out badly considering how many articles of clothing for the other Emendators he had ended up making over the years. He probably knew all of their measurements off the top of his head as well.

[color=cca78e]"And while you're at it,"[/color] Gio spoke, adding onto what Gilbert had just advised to Bartholomew, [color=cca78e]"make sure that you don't walk around gawking at everything. You'll just end up looking like a well-off tourist to mug."[/color] 

[color=cca78e]"'Going in packing' shouldn't be necessary,"[/color] he said, casually dismissing James' worries. If worst came to worst, he was the one with the greatest capabilities of 'bailing out.' And to that end, traveling light facilitated a hasty retreat. [color=cca78e] "Alicia has not been away for very long, so I doubt she could've gotten into too much trouble. It shouldn't be impractical to just walk on over to them and then pull her out."

"...Then again. No. No, it should be fine for us to go in with only what you've provided us. And funny that you ask that, Bartholomew. We'll be arriving there a bit early. October 4th, 1924. Barring unexpected circumstances, I don't imagine it shall take us all that long to complete the mission and return. I'd estimate an hour and a half. A few hours tops if Ms. Gonzalez decides to be especially stubborn or ended up hiding off somewhere difficult to find. Meet me in front of the Garages when you're ready and we shall depart."[/color] With one last wave farewell, Gio made his way to his room to quickly get himself changed up.

In his abode, he removed his dirty clothes he'd been sporting for most of the day, cleaned himself briefly as best as he could without taking longer than 10 minutes and then suited up in the fine Egyptian cotton that Gilbert had been so kind so as to provide them with. Now ready for what should be a brief walk followed by a stern tongue lashing, Gio strolled out from his room to the established meeting place.