[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] Ville Au Camp: Room 203->202->200
[b]Skills: The Watch Act III: Time Sense[/b][/center][hr]
	The reset would be occurring in less than an hour. If Evelina were out there, then they would already be in the middle of wrapping up the night. But Evelina was having very stern talk in just the next room over. Which meant Nancy and Gilbert were effectively in charge. Which meant Gilbert was effectively in charge. He had full confidence in the man's ability to lead when such activities needed to be done, but he wasn't as poignant about timeliness as himself or Evelina. Furthermore, he had to handle herding the Paradoxes and Nancy through their first loop.

	Which meant he had time to pull off another prank. He could set something up for Alicia, but that would probably come off as more mean spirited that intended given the rest of the night's events. Likewise, trying to do something with Evelina was out of the question as well. Her room was occupied and trying to go beyond the confines of the main house wasn't a practical choice given the limited timeframe he was working with. Doubling up on Gilbert wouldn't work very well unless he could throw in enough things so as to cascade into each other like a river of laughs. Which left one target.

	With the evident ruin of their joint prank brought to fruition earlier, the current ceasefire between the two of them was null and void. So why not get a head start and throw in a little surprise for her later. He quickly made his way back to his room and picked out a glitter-bomb, a bundle of decorative dust loosely held together by string and plastic. How they managed to make these things in the first place was a mystery, but if too much force was applied (as was easily done, these were not tools to carry around every day), they burst into a cloud of shiny, impossible to clean arts and crafts. 

	Luckily, the whole time loop kept the entire Camp from eternally being plastered in various colors of glitter. Now armed with a weapon of mass destruction, Gio made his way back to Nancy's room and ever so gently slipped it under her pillow. When she went to lay her head down, POOF. The Watch giggled to himself at the thought of his dear friend's neck and back being plastered in golden sparkles. After this, then he'd try to get to sleep. Promise.