[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]

	Gilbert perked an eyebrow at the offered hand and accompanying words. He shook his head rather sheepishly and took her hand, [color=a0522d]"Gilbert Summers, madame."[/color] he repeated, [color=a0522d]"Thank you for trying to explain the situation."[/color] It was true, in his rush to express his feelings about what had been going on about Ville au Camp, he had lacked a certain sense of welcoming propriety necessary to ask the name of the person to whom he was speaking. [color=a0522d]"It is likewise a pleasure to meet you, Ruthie."[/color] Nodding his head, he continued, [color=a0522d]"I do apologize for my impatience and boorish manners. You are our guests, of course."[/color]

	His eyes flickered briefly back to Management's trailer. Something ha caught his attention, a detail that he had missed when he was standing in front of it before. "Eternia Siduri", the name on the sign. There was something about it that struck him, in connection to the memory of he voice that penetrated his head from earlier. Familiar somehow. It began to nag at him; name and voice, voice and name, repeating in the back of his head as if he already knew he answer but it refused to birth itself as a fully realized idea. While not truly put out of his mind, he did attempt valiantly to shift it to the side as he processed what else Ruthie had said to him. Among this being that they were, in fact, [i]not[/i] there under the invitation of The Dice. That particular misunderstanding was notable. It changed things a bit. 

	A voice broke his concentration, one more recently familiar, calling his name. It was Andromeda, and she seemed to have a sense of urgency about her. He listened to what she had to say and turned back to Ruthie, [color=a0522d]"I do apologize for my abruptness, madame, but my pupil requires my attention. I do hope we can pick this up in a little while. Perhaps move past a few things."[/color] He took a step toward the paler Paradox and answered, [color=a0522d]"Yes, of course you may borrow me for a moment. What is it?"[/color] In the event that it was something she wished to discuss with some privacy, he pointed toward the outskirts of the carnival setup and gave a questioning look. 

[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]

	[color=cd5c5c]"Jonesy, huh?"[/color] inquired James aloud. It was more of a statement, really, to let the man who had stopped to speak with him that he was listening. At mention that Management's trailer was the most likely place that he would be at that moment, James called off his little search. There was no way he was going to seek the man out based on curiosity of he was in a meeting with the person in charge. And if he was meeting with the person in charge, then obviously he was upright and in good condition, he figured, unless that trailer doubled up as the infirmary. It was an idea that he highly doubted. 

	So long as his excuse for popping into the carnival had been exhausted, he felt a little foolish just standing there. At the same time, he wasn't about to go knocking on the door to Management's trailer himself just to say hi. Instead, he decided to give a little bit of a hand to the guy who was kind enough to answer his question. The laborers seemed to be lacking stout men around his age or younger, which probably made a lot of the muscle work more intense. Shrugging, he fell in line behind the roustabout. Might as well lend a hand. Jame was surprised to note that Sophia had decided to join up with these people as well, and as they were supposed to keep something of the "buddy system" going, it felt like the right thing to do to join her. 

	James grabbed a part of the beam that needed to be lifted and gave it a heave, asking, [color=cd5c5c]"Hey, y'all don't mind if'n I lend a hand here, do ya?"[/color]