[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, Oak Tree -> Room 207
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	Bart gave a surprised look at Sophia, "[color=97e23b]Jesus...[/color]" He said, shaking his head in disbelief. "[color=97e23b]I wouldn't have even thought that was possible... Granted, today's changed my perception of that quite a bit but...[/color]" He trailed off, considering what kind of mechanisms governed something like that. The human body was so complex, that something could reanimate it in any form sounded crazy. A part of him wondered if, given his newfound ability, he could fix those affected by such a plague. He did, however, realize that without further experimentation, any wondering was just relatively pointless. Bartholomew started to think of the context for which such experiments would have to take place, and shivered a bit. He'd either need to hurt himself, which he didn't at all like the taste of, or he'd need to wait for people to get hurt and need help. The latter, to him, was obviously the better choice, though he would keep a look out for potential alternatives.

	Bart gave a shrug at Andromeda's question, "[color=97e23b]Normal I guess?[/color]" He said, unsure of really how to describe it, "[color=97e23b]No Walking Dead, no "Soulless[/color]"" He said, his eyes looking over to Alexandra as she walked away. "[color=97e23b]Computers, movies, skyscrapers.[/color]" He said, "[color=97e23b]Life wasn't that bad, on average at least.[/color]" He said. That was his perspective on things anyway. Life was the best it'd ever been at any other point in his timeline. There were problems, of course, poverty and crime, but that was just... part of life. At least the way he saw it. "[color=97e23b]I guess I should count myself as lucky. I don't quite think I could of made it in your world.[/color]"  He shook his head, and watched as Nancy and Gil started to lead the kids out. With that, he assumed, it was time to finally go to bed. He was accustomed to staying up far later into the night, but he needed to pass out right about now, so he turned away from group and, instead of heading to the gate, opted to head right to his room. 

	He rubbed his eyes, and trudged his way to the house, the prospect of bed making his body finally start to calm itself and give into the exhaustion he had rightly earned by this point. He reached the house, and started up the stairs to his room. He shifted the door open, and closed the door behind him, and quickly realized the Hat had left him without any kind of nightwear. He honestly didn't care at this point, and stripped down to his underwear, collapsed on his bed. He didn't even have the energy to read, as much as he'd like to, especially with the amount of new reads he had to look at. He curled up onto his bed, and just tried to let himself relax and drift off to sleep.