[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 202
[b]Skills: [i]Dance[/i][/b][/center][hr]
	Gio woke up at the same time as he always did. Even taking the body's tendency to want to follow a given schedule once programmed, or his own innate time sensing capabilities, the mere fact that he had grown quite accustomed to living the same day over and over again meant that he had plenty of time to get really good at maintaining his routine. After all, he had the same amount of time to get everything done and he knew exactly how long every step of the process took and even how much additional time various alterations would add.

	But today was different. He didn't know why, but he felt [i]good[/i] this morning. Maybe he had actually been looking forward to training the Paradoxes more than he had thought just the night before. Maybe actually being able to pull off a prank or two for the first time in "weeks," and from it he got some form of catharsis. Maybe he had just gotten some really good sleep.

	Who knew, the why of the situation didn't matter right then. Gio was feeling himself, and he let it be known to the rest of the empty room. When he sat up, it began with him tapping his foot in time with the beginning of a [URL=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fZR3ZfesIIw]song he could only hear in his head.[/URL] And then he leapt up from his bed. He danced through the entirety of his morning routine. After getting ready, the emendator stood in front of the door. In an instant the goofy cheeriness in his face quieted to a neutral expression and he straightened his posture. The new Paradoxes would get enough silliness from Nancy for now. He had to be one of the stern faces for the kids. At least for now. But even so, he couldn't stop himself from whistling the tune as he strolled out of his room.

	As Gio stepped out of the room, he contemplated where he should go first. Ah, he knew just the place. He would set up the the old arena. That would be a great training experience for the hoplites. He hustled up the stairs to the 4th floor of the Camp Main House. Up there, he turned the corner to the massive outdoor field, the grass cleared to reveal bare earth in a circle large enough to do most physical activities you could care to do. 

	Occasionally men would run up to him and ask him what they should be doing for their current patrol, and he'd direct them off to perform some menial, but important task. The whole field had been set up with practice shields and spears. Everyone was going to drill phalanx formation again. It got dreadfully dull, but it was also highly important to have down. 

	It was then that Mikanos informed him that the enemy was upon them. Wait, that wasn't right. There was no way that the Cretans would be attacking here and now. And then, there was a noise of in the distance. Well not so much a singular sound, but a distant cacophony. Like a swarm of locusts coming to overtake a crop. Then Thucydidas turned to look up and see the first lob of arrows arc downward upon them.

	Giosue woke up and rubbed his eyes. It had been a long time since he'd had that dream. 12,493 nights to be specific. He had thought he'd been rid of that one. Perhaps the lack of food over the course of the day did this. In the darkness he blinked once and then twice before rolling back over in bed. He could only hope he'd be able to return to sleep once again.