[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cca78e]Giosue Zino[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/3o6Zt2bcxvpiTQpZio/giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Ville au Camp: Front Gate
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	[color=cca78e]"Ms. Lucas is currently out of the house so to speak. She won't be here for the next several days at least."[/color] He was technically correct. The best kind of correct. [color=cca78e]"For the time being you'll be dealing with me or the man over there. I'm Joe and my comrade over there is Gilbert."[/color] Gio didn't trust these men one bit. Even taking the tugging sensation out of the equation, this seemed a bit on the fishy side. Perhaps with further discussion he would reveal the catch to all this. Well first what he actually wanted in the first place. There had to be some reason that Samson and his crew decided to show up now rather than the countless versions of this day prior.

	[color=cca78e]"You want to set up your carnival on the grounds of this estate, no? Of course, before we can continue discussing that, you wouldn't mind showing me your documentation, would you? Papers certifying the safety of your rides and that this operation is all above table. Understand that it just wouldn't do if you did set up here and then tonight someone gets hurt due to a failure of one of the attractions. The legal trouble alone would be quite devastating, not even taking into account the social and emotional ramifications of such an event."[/color] Although dirty and kind of shady, Gio had some degree of faith that they were who they claimed to be. But regardless of the veracity of their identities, he would have asked for this same kind of proof. Because that was the proper way to conduct business. Setting up camp with someone who you didn't know even had a company or not was foolishly naive at best, willfully deluded at worst.

	Gio shuddered to think how Nancy would have reacted to all this had she gotten to meet these men first. She likely would have seen an interesting diversion and blanketed agreed to whatever the businessman wanted. Afterwards she'd get bored and run off while letting them do whatever they so desired. Although such actions potentially wouldn't have any backlash into future loops, that pulling feeling was a serious omen and he couldn't afford to throw caution to the wind as his best friend tended to.