[hr][hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/permalink/170609/6993f16961e0f0769efda621e785818a.png[/img][hr][hr][b][color=998849]October 31st, 1943 - Nap Time[/color][/b][hr][hr][/center]
	For whatever reason (other than the GM needs to move a character off screen) Alexandra decided it was a good time to go take a nap. Maybe it was just too much to take in, maybe she hadn't slept well the night before. Whatever the reason she was feeling drowsy and would go take a nap. After giving a bit more concrete directions to where the waters edge was over by the swamp she excused herself and headed back to the Main House, where she would make her way into her room. Locking the door she then laid down to take a nap. Sweet dreams until later. 

	Libby shrugged about the entire thing. Taking a puff from her smoke she kept walking. She had over the course of the last few minutes (previous posts) moved from the Carnivale setting, down the road between the Oak Tree and the Garages and was making her way towards the where the girls were washing the laundry at the waters edge not far from Peters grave. She messed around a bit practicing a few dance steps as she went. The weather wasn't as hot as she had seen it before so she wasn't in the biggest of hurries. 

	Ruthie looked over at Andromeda and nodded a bit. "Well ain't like they're gonna shut up, they just get louder if I don't but you are welcome girl," she said with a bit of a smile. It was obvious she didn't like having to be a message delivery system for the dead. Looking at Gio she waited for Gilbert to answer but he didn't exactly explain why so she summed it up. "Says he's caught in a damn loop of a day and can't move on as long as his body is here. He don't care if it is just out of the grounds or back home in England. Just out of here," she said motioning around the place. Turning her attention to Gilbert she nodded. "If you got a drink, I'd have one. It drowns out the noise," she said as she rubbed the side the of her temples. 

	It was getting into the mid to late afternoon as Ben made his way with James and Sophia over towards the Kitchen House. "Nah, just some coffee would be nice," he said as he took another puff from his cigarette. The boy hadn't seemed to eat today, at least not since they had arrived to the camp from what could be told and the boy was rather thin. Then again a high percentage of the group was on the thinner side, save a handful who looked to be a tad on the heavier side. That seemed to be the way of things though and it didn't looks to have to do with jobs. Ruthie, Ben, and the three women all looked to be slightly underweight by more than a few pounds. Maybe it had something to do with their apparent powers?