[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a0522d]Gilbert Summers, "The Hat"[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://fanbolt-fanbolt.netdna-ssl.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/Jason-Momoa.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=sienna]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp (Carnival Setup) 
[b][color=a0522d]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]

	However off or misplaced, part of Gilbert's mind considered the possibility that this entire situation was brought about by deliberate means. The one young man (of sorts), Ben, seemed to have no qualms with putting on a display that he had abilities of his own that were similar in nature to those of the Paradoxes. He couldn't believe that it would be a very far cry for whomever was in charge of this carnival to orchestrate a little "accident" to test the reactions of, and feel out the abilities within, their hosts. Perhaps it might be different if that "Ben" guy had been more amenable to conversation, explanation, or simply getting acquainted after the fact. It was all quite peculiar. Still, if they wanted a show, so be it. Such an act would not only force a conversation, if only with the base staff of the carnival, but it served to demonstrate the resolve of the persons of Ville au Camp, coloring them as people of decency and will. 

	The talk he was hoping for with Faith, [i]and the goddamned pancakes[/i], would have to wait. 

	Much as Gilbert was straining to see if anyone or anything in particular was bearing special witness to what was going on, be it from afar or closer up with telltale expression, the cluster of happenings right around him prevented even the most basic of observation. He cast an eye up to see a seat clattering and plummeting to the ground, bt barely paid it any heed, either. Whatever didn't directly crash into him or his appeared of little interest to him. His Paradoxes [i]were[/i]. 

	It suddenly occurred to him that he had inadvertently become the paternal figure of this group. Wonder flashed in his psyche as to how precisely that happened without him knowing it. 

	The next second or to had Gilbert looking around to the Paradoxes around him. They all had abilities that were useful in different circumstances, but the last thing he wanted was for his students to rely completely upon them. Most of the time, the will to [i]act[/i] was more important than the power to fly or turn into a cluster of butterflies, or whatever randomness fate had assigned them. The will to act and the intelligence to do so properly was worth more than preternatural ability. [color=a0522d]"Bart, that man will need healing. Faith, be ready to shunt to others if they need it. If no else is willing, take from me."[/color] He would be able to survive it far better than these people by his reckoning, though he would hate to be put in a weakened condition when the overall situation with these people was uncertain. [color=a0522d]"Andromeda,"[/color] he began curtly to her. She had been quiet so far. Gilbert had spent more one-on-one time with her than the others, and he knew her to be thoughtful and with qualities he wanted to nurture. Here was an opportunity. [color=a0522d]"Backup plan. If this starts to go south, use your instincts. The others will support you. For now, get everyone you can on that net, starting with these two."[/color] he nodded to Bart and Faith. 

	For himself, Gilbert intended upon staying put for the time being. Andromeda could still fall. Jonsey was close to it himself. Maybe his strength would suffice to break a fall without sustaining mortal damage, maybe it would not. Staying on scene to manage the effort and keep people back seemed the proper thing to do at the moment. If the falling seat wasn't enough to get people to clear people away, then he was certainly going to accomplish the same effect with his presence and his voice, assisting the much smaller carny manager in the effort. 





[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cd5c5c]James Grady[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/11325d90-1162-4f69-a2f3-7ece57b6cc3c.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=indianred]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp (Carnival Setup)
[b][color=cd5c5c]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]

	Meanwhile, James looked to Ben, and Gilbert, and finally Samson. He restrained himself from saying his usual, "On it, Boss" after he instructed the younger woman, Libby, to show him where the net was stored. Reflex action from years and years of service to others, be they only ever ones he chose to be of service to. If anyone was his Boss in this place, it was one of the remaining two Emendators. James tended to be a loyal man in that way. He was also a man of industrious labor, and there was definitely work to do. On the extreme quick, mind you. James wondered how long that man swinging above could hold on, even venting blood as he was. Wry humor made him answer his own question in a mumble, [color=cd5c5c]"...fo' the rest of his life, I'm bettin'..."[/color] Thankfully, it was not very loudly. 

	He locked eyes with Sophia when they made it to the truck containing the net. James was glad to have her along with him. She was the most familiar face out of the bunch, and the one he felt most comfortable around. Also, and it wasn't something that he had really thought about until this moment, but the presence of people he knew from his previous life like Sophia and Alicia probably kept him sane in his first few days as a Paradox. They helped him accept the reality of what he was now. Lord knew that spontaneously turning into a wild boar was a strain to his sense of reality. 

	Seeing the difficulty with which Sophia and Libby were moving the netting out of the vehicle, James decided that lending his strength to the endeavor would be better suited, initially at least, by pulling it free of whatever it was hung upon. [color=cd5c5c]"C'mon, c'mon."[/color] he spoke aloud, yanking handfuls of woven rope off of and out from under the various things packed around it. He was making some very decent headway, clearing a lot of it for other hands to grab onto. There just didn't seem to be enough hands on it at the moment, and there sure as hell wouldn't be enough hands to stretch it out underneath the giant wheel with any hope of saving a life. [color=cd5c5c]"Come on, we needin' some help with this! Time's a muthafuckin' factor, y'all!"[/color] He called to whomever was around, be they Paradox, Carney, or entity unknown. Oh, it was coming out of the truck. But it was way to slow for his liking.