[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 -> Kitchen House
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Bart was disappointed in Alexandra's initial reaction. He didn't expect to just be listened to, but he had hoped that she would do more than wave him off. He looked over at Faith, and held up a finger. He wanted to give her a chance to move on with them, not being one to give up so easily. He watched her exchange with Benjamin, and his lips widened into a smile when she ultimately decided to join them. Turning his back to head towards the Kitchen House. Getting their collective shit together was important, and while there was really no way for them to have been prepared for this situation, the fact that it was coincidence that all of them seemed to get in the together here really worried him.

	As he walked towards the Kitchen House, he began to think about ways to mitigate this in the future. This wouldn't be a problem in the 21st century of course, cellphones had been a luxury he'd known for much of his life, and lacking that easy access to mass communication made solving problems like this very difficult. He almost wondered if they could rig up some type of basic alarm system, that would make it easy to get them to gather in the event of an emergency. The main issue he saw with that was, even if it was achievable, he couldn't think of a reasonable system design that wouldn't be horribly overt. Maybe this would be the something to mention to the rest of the Paradoxes, an implementation of some kind of protocol in event of emergencies. 

	Bartholomew was well lost in his thoughts by the time he got in the kitchen house, practically walking on autopilot. He leaned against the wall as he waited for the rest of them to gather here. His eyes were pointed well at the ground as he thought, but his attention was diverted by the smell of coffee. His nose crinkled a little bit at the scent, never being the biggest fan of the stuff. To him, tea had much more nuance and depth of flavor, but hey, whatever made people happy. He was half tempted to make a cup for himself, but he didn't want himself distracted from the conversation that was about to ensue.