[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 -> Kitchen House) 
[b][color=a0522d]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]

	This was not a usual turn of events, even for Emendators. Moreover, it seemed to be a little too tidy for Gilbert's liking, much like the exchange with the younger fellow, Ben, earlier at the Kitchen House. On the one hand, everyone was safe and relatively unharmed, the wound from the roustabout Jonsey aside, not to mention that the giant piece of revolving machinery didn't claim anyone's life as it collapsed. These were all good things. But on the other hand, this was an issue that obviously could have been handled at leisure by the pale lady that everyone had thusfar referred to as "Management". He had suspicions that a lot of this could be a setup of some kind; a deception designed to reveal their hands, metaphorically speaking, and gauge their abilities. It was just the kind of dry run test that he might perform, with some things considered. Or on the other side of things, it was one amazing display of power on behalf of this "Management" lady. Perhaps [i]that[/i] was the intended goal - demonstration of power. 

	Or, it could all be innocuous and totally coincidental. In truth, Gilbert did not know, or could he. His sight into human history was garbled and fuzzy with some of these people, the ramifications of this fact unknown. What he did know was that he had a crop of fairly recent Paradoxes and the number of Emendators on the Plantation was getting fewer by the hour. They were not at full strength, by far. If this was a situation that was bound for hostility, they were already at disadvantage. 

	For right now, if this was deception, it was being maintained by all parties concerned. If it was not, the emergency had passed, and clearly would have passed just fine without their involvement. Every piece of the effort put to assist on the part of the Paradoxes was pointless; wasted actions that served to reveal things about themselves, whether that was the purpose or whether it was not. Gilbert tipped his hat down to Samson after the diminutive fellow asked if everyone was okay, though his next words were for one of his Paradoxes, not their guests: [color=a0522d]"Bart? Their man Jonesy is injured."[/color] It certainly appeared that way, with all the drops of crimson he was venting while swinging from the big, iron wheel. [color=a0522d]"Please help him, I do not want any more dead patches on the grounds if we can help it."[/color] 

	Returning his attention to Samson, Gilbert switched his manner and tone to something more open, saying, [color=a0522d]"That was exciting, was it not? I am glad that is over; a lot of people could have gotten hurt. Or worse."[/color] He nodded, seemingly affirming his concern. [color=a0522d]"Well, if you will excuse me, sir?"[/color] Gilbert turned around and solidly strode back in the direction of the Kitchen House. They wanted to wait until nightfall to talk? Fine. No one was damaged beyond repair and he had things to do that day. The first thing involved flour, milk, eggs, and pecans. These people could obviously handle themselves.  



[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 upon the scene of twisted, falling metal and the near death experience of one of his fellow Paradoxes and two of the carnival folk, not to mention all of the people below (including Gilbert, as it turned out) who could have gotten crushed by the debris, and was exposed to true fear. He dropped the net he was holding and took a step or two toward the scene, impotent to really do anything about the descending Ferris Wheel nor the people whose lives it was about to take. When it ceased falling, and the people hanging from its side safely deposited nearby, James cocked his head to the side in the same manner as a highly confused German Shepherd. [color=cd5c5c]"Wait. What th' ass just happened?"[/color] he questioned aloud, looking around as if someone had an answer forthcoming. Whatever just happened, it put most of the abilities of the Emendators and Paradoxes to shame with its utter, raw display of effortless power. [i]Most[/i] of them. Well, certainly his, but he was still a young Paradox yet. 

	James answered the observation that Andromeda had just made, about the "power move", with a direct affirmation of her assessment of the whole situation. [color=cd5c5c]"Yuh huh, girl. Straight out Magneto stuff's what that is, right there. Hot [i]damn[/i], this one wacky game show."[/color] The highly impressed blackneck removed his stetson and wiped sweat from his brow, then set it back atop his head. [color=cd5c5c]"And I'll tell you somethin' else, too: That there's a [i]really white lady[/i]. Mmm hmm. She even got you beat, Andy. Looks good on [i]you[/i] though, real talk."[/color] James suddenly realized something, putting a couple of overheard facts together. [color=cd5c5c]"Oh, [i]that's[/i] why she's wantin' the meet & greet at nighttime. Makes sense now! Okay... Hey, everyone good here? Let's get this net back in the truck, I don't think we got use for it now anyways."[/color]