[hr][hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/permalink/170609/6993f16961e0f0769efda621e785818a.png[/img][hr][hr][b][color=998849]October 31st, 1943 - That was unexpected
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	As Sophia came over Samson took his hat off and pressed it to his chest. "Mornin' Ma'am," he said kindly before turning his attention back to the giant before him. "Yeah, we'll I suspect you ain't be complaining about yer height either," he laughed with a gesture of his hat and then looking over at Andromeda. "Pleasure to meet ya ma'am," he added before placing the hat back on top of his head. "What? Seen her? I ain't ever seen her. I'm here to speaks with her, ain't that right Jonesy."

	'Yup," he said as he nodded towards the ladies. 

	"She ain't be about?" he asked but it didn't come off as he didn't hear the man the first time. Looking over at Jonesy he shook his head. "Go tell Management," he added and Jonesy nodded before turning and heading back towards the line of trucks and cars, walking to one of the trailers and disappearing around the back side of it. Turning his attention back to the group standing within the grounds Samson shifted his weight some, one shoe had a much thicker sole than the other by nearly three inches.

	Samson got a surprised but jovial expression on his face as he looked over towards Gio. "Well dog my cats Mister, ain't gonna be a problem there," he said as he pulled out a small billfold from his inner jacket pocket and pulled out some well handled slips of paper. "Got this years inspection, and yer state permit to operate right here for ya," he said as he handed them over. They were worn and well handled but the seal was still raised and everything looked to be on the up and up. 

	"Samson!" Jonesy called as he peeked his head out from behind the trailer down the way. "Management says set up anyways!" Samson raised his cane in the air and it seemed to denote he heard Jonesy as the man didn't bother to walk back up to the group and instead climbed back into the lead truck. Closing the door once he was in the driver seat and resting his elbow out of the window as he waited. 

	"So we setting up shop?" Samson asked. 

	[color=D8BFD8][i]"You have questions. I have answers. We will speak come nightfall."[/i][/color] The voice was low and had a calm rasp to it as it came into the minds of the Emendators that were present.