[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=97e23b]Bartholomew Rosecliff[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.imgur.com/GxId9ub.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Ville au Camp (Main House) -  Carnival Setup
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Bartholomew quietly nodded at The Hat when he took the peg. He was happy to be of use, no matter how in how small of a fashion that might be. He looked over at Faith, and cracked a smile. Regardless of the insult, he knew what she meant by it. "[color=97e23b]Sounds like a plan Velma.[/color]" He fired back, and turned his back to Gil to walk towards the other Paradoxes. As this happened, Gil cried out in pain behind him. Quickly pivoting to look back at him, ready to spring into action, he calmed down as Gil dissuaded their fears. It sounds like whatever was happening, he'd done it to himself. "[color=97e23b]Are you sure Gil? If you're hurt maybe I could try to heal you...[/color]" He said uncertainly.

	As he said this, he started to look around at the paradoxes around him. He wanted to get them all together discreetly, but stay close enough to Gil that he could take Bart up on his offer if he wanted to give it a shot. He took a step towards Alexandra. He and her by far had the best rapport, so he decided to start with her. He cleared his throat, and closed the distance between the two of them. Placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, he quietly said, "[color=97e23b]We're getting the gang together, come on.[/color]" He glanced at Ben, not really having anything to say to him. Gil wanted them to be left alone, so that was exactly what he was going to do.