[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 (Kitchen House) 
[b][color=a0522d]Skills:[/color][/b] Perception, Cooking [hr][/center]

	The kitchen appeared to have been used recently. It was cleaned back up, though telltale signs let him know that someone had been in there preparing breakfast for themselves. There was nothing wrong with it, of course. The tall Emendator merely noted that a few things were not as he had them previously, before preparing the room to make pancakes and sausage. Briefly, a thought went through his head and he ceased his leisurely mise-en-place because of it. Instead, he reached into a pantry and pulled out a loaf of raisin bread. Four thick slices dropped into a toaster, followed by a lever pushed that lowered said slices into tiny oven slots. When he could see the red-orange light glow softly from the top of the blocky metal appliance, Gilbert turned to Faith. 

	[color=a0522d]"So, let us have that talk."[/color] he motioned to the bread, now in its embryo stage of becoming yummy toast. [color=a0522d]"That should prove an adequate timer. Let me begin by saying that I agreed with your initial instinct. There is much that is wrong, or a least unexplained, here. I have little trust for these people so far, though I believe wholeheartedly that the are here for some specific purpose."[/color] Gilbert strode to the counter and removed the top from a butter dish. He set the yellow rectangle upon the table and continued, [color=a0522d]"I did not agree with your execution of that instinct. If there is a threat, intentional or otherwise, that comes from this carnival, it is best to 'circle out wagons', as I believe the expression goes. Hide our suspicions from those we suspect. Confer quietly among ourselves until a proper course of action can be established. We are a team, Faith, even if none of the Paradoxes truly believe that yet."[/color]

	Gilbert peered into the toaster, hoping to produce the sweet and crunchy toast with power of will alone. Sadly, he did not possess that power, more was the pity for his breakfast. [color=a0522d]"And incidentally, I am suspicious of that accident they had. A truly Machiavellian intelligence might have set that up as both a means to flush out those of us with abilities that could be put to the emergency, and as a demonstration of their own formidable abilities."[/color] He shook his head, his eyes widening with amazement at the memory of what just occurred, [color=a0522d]"That was impressive."[/color] 

	As if on cue, the toaster released its substitute breakfast, one slice popping fully out and landing on its side. Gil waved it away with a quick, [color=a0522d]"It does that sometimes."[/color] Butter, toast, raisins; everything a growing Emendator needs. Just not what he wanted that morning. He buttered two slices and held them so as to not sully his hand with partially melted runoff. Gilbert motioned to the remaining toast as an offer to Faith, and took a single bite. Around a mouthful of the yummy stuff, he added, [color=a0522d]"I had hoped that feigning noninterest and returning to my morning would be a proper tactic to avoid tipping our hand, but I have neglected to consider the untested Paradoxes still among them."[/color] Another bite down, and he began to walk toward the door. [color=a0522d]"We should collect our people. Assist how we can, and collect our people. Let us eat on the go."[/color] 

	Cramming the rest of the first slice of raisin toast into his mouth, Gilbert exited the Kitchen House and began a trudge back to the Carnival setup. 	



[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] Perception [hr][/center]

	[color=cd5c5c]"Hells yeah, we had us some Magneto!"[/color] responded James, glad to be speaking about something other than Paradox business for once in a great while. [color=cd5c5c]"I usedta [i]love[/i] me some X-Men comics back in the day! Well hell, all of 'em: Marvel, DC, Dark Horse, them independent labels, an' whatnot. Shame the damn world had t'end. They was just gettin' into the Marvel movies good..."[/color] James gave a quick nod in Sophia's direction, acknowledging her initial mention of the films. 

	The fact that a young woman just kissed his cheek finally caught up to him. He crossed his arms and began kicking the toe of his boot into the grass, giving his best "Aw, Shucks" impression. It was the first time in quite a while that someone had shown him any affection of any type, and he was out of practice being on the receiving end of it. He felt blood rush to his face that would have been a full on reddening if his skin was naturally lighter of hue. [color=cd5c5c]"Why thank you, Miss Andy."[/color] he finally got out after a slightly embarrassed few seconds. He filled his hands with net and looked back toward Andromeda, [color=cd5c5c]"How'd I earn that, anyways? Case a repeat might be forthcomin' in the way future, I mean."[/color] He smiled at his own attempt at pleasantry and got himself back to task.