[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a0522d]Gilbert Summers[/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]

	[color=a0522d]"I am led to believe,"[/color] began Gilbert, [color=a0522d]"that anywhere off of the grounds will suffice."[/color] This in response to Giosue's question about relocating Peter's remains. He looked to the carnival medium, Ruthie, [color=a0522d]"Though I would not assume when we have this young lady in front of us to confirm."[/color] If it was a simple matter of removing the Paradox from the Loop and Ruthie was the genuine article, then this could be as easy as rolling the body over a fence and being done with it. It was obviously not the tall Emendator's preferred option; Peter deserved more respect in death than the equivalent of tossing a frisbee over the neighbor's privacy fence. 

	Gilbert was pleased to note that Andromeda remembered something in the way of manners where he himself did not. He was a rather informal creature unless a more tactical approach was necessary, which occasionally manifested in the form of Gil skipping little acts of etiquette. In this case, it was doubly so because he had taken small measures to try to rule out Ruthie's gift as cold reading or other acts of mischief. [color=a0522d]"Of course. How rude of me, Andromeda."[/color] He turned once more to the carnival lady and bowed his head with a relaxed smile, [color=a0522d]"Thank you so much, Ruthie. I have forgotten my manners today. Could I interest you in some coffee, or fruit? Perhaps some regionally sourced grain alcohol? Or whatever holds your interest for a repast before we commit ourselves to matters at hand."[/color] 




[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]"Ya know, Miss Sophia, I got no clue what he's thinkin' 'bout being called General Fuzzy."[/color] mused James. He glanced back to see if that squirrel was still behind him. James hadn't forgotten about his promise to the furry little guy, they just had a bit of a detour first. [color=cd5c5c]"It was just the first thing that come to mind when I was tryin' to pull a fast one on Mr. Hat, while back. Kinda stuck, with that one squirrel. He's aight."[/color] It had been alright so far, anyway, though James knew the cardinal rule that a wild animal would generally always have a bit of wild in them. No amount of preternatural communication was going to change that. 

	James was about to give one of his standard replies of open Southern Hospitality when Sophia beat him to the punch. He nestled his big cowboy hat back upon his head and agreed with his fellow former Newnanite, [color=cd5c5c]"Well hells yeah, that there's a fine idea. C'mon with, coffee an' the fixin's is [i]exactly[/i] what you're gonna get. Somethin' besides too, if'n it takes your interest. We got plenty today."[/color] It was true, today they were in abundance. It was always the case as the day began the literal same as the previous. James arced his path to point himself and the people with him back in the direction of the Kitchen House. It seemed the appropriate place to be.