[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=sienna]Gilbert Summers, "The Hat"[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.pinimg.com/236x/61/4a/a8/614aa83f1f1ee0fffd8e92fedcaea790--jason-moma-bats.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=sienna]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp (Main Building, Study -> En Route to the Mill) 
[b][color=sienna]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]

	The smile that previously adorned Gilbert's face split open a little wider. He even moved his hand over his mouth, in the off chance that he needed to muffle a guffaw or two. The object of his mirth was, for the most part Alicia, if his eyes were of any note. It was a shame that the others never spent a lengthy amount of time in a Spanish speaking population. The young Paradox had the occasion to be a genuinely humorous woman, moreso when given to her childhood tongue. Whether it was intentional or not was anyone's guess, even Gilbert's. Nonetheless, he endeavored to maintain what little amount of manners he still possessed while casually demeanored. [color=sienna]"Announcements and the like, Alicia."[/color] He wanted to say more, but the sight of her clenching Eve's pipe in her mouth and seeing to an Eve-ly task such as levying humility at one or two of the newer Paradoxes. Though admittedly, The Dice did so with a more experienced hand at decorum. 

	Gilbert was actually surprised that he didn't receive some sort of argument or backlash concerning his sudden and (recently) uncharacteristic issuing of commands and push to organize. He was the laid-back Emendator, when he wasn't training someone or on mission. This was supposed to be his time to relax for a few days, maybe get some maintenance work in at the workshop. Get something together for Sophia's missing hand, perhaps. Be left alone for a good bit of it, and associate in the company of others as it suited him. But Eve's disappearance had fundamentally changed the dynamic of the Emendators, possibly even the Paradoxes as well. 

	And to that thought, he had his own work to do that morning. Nancy's comment was not lost on him, though direct response seemed potentially discouraging. Instead, he have his Sister of Uruk a wink and a knowing smile as she left the room, to attend to her business elsewhere in the timelines. 

	[color=sienna]"If you would be as kind as to excuse me,"[/color] stated Gilbert, setting his hat back on his head, [color=sienna]"I have an appointment to attend in Eve's place. I would appreciate returning to see the place as I've left it. I would be very upset otherwise."[/color] A nod of thanks to Gio for his expedient work with the portals, and Gilbert exited the Study, bound for his workshop in the Mill. 



[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=indianred]James Grady[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://image.ibb.co/i56LZR/Blackjames.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=indianred]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp (Main Building, Study -> Following Alicia)
[b][color=indianred]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]

	Now, [i]that[/i] was the Alicia that James remembered. The cocky, brash, troublemaking chica that flew off the handle, yet somehow knew the precise moment when to stop. Also who knew when to see to business. The thing with the pipe was a little much, but why the hell not? Things hadn't been normal for him in years. Not since a big, redneck bonfire party out in the reaches of south Georgia some years ago, when he saw his first dead man up and walking around, trying to eat folks. This semblance at an afterlife was just another extension of the cosmic game of "What The Fuck" that he had been playing for a long time yet. Every day a new opportunity to roll the dice and move his piece forward on the board, for whatever nonsensical good or ill it would serve him. 

	Naturally, when Alicia not only wanted to take him up on his offer to talk, but was in the mood to share her booze, he was very near overjoyed. He accepted her hand (not like he had a choice, really) and joined her as she exited the room and led him to the threshold of her private quarters. They were very good friends, once upon a time. She was with a decent guy at the time, or at least a version of her in his timeline was. He was just happy to be around people again. It was never anything physical between them. This Alicia was different, but maybe they could be good friends again. He was a different person himself now, anyway. [color=indianred]"Hells yeah, Taco Belle! Straight tequila at Seven In The A.M., 'fore breakfast an' such. I'm in!"[/color] Oddly, he wasn't being that sarcastic with his statement.