[hr][hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/permalink/170609/6993f16961e0f0769efda621e785818a.png[/img][hr][hr][b][color=998849]October 31st, 1943 - Meeting Management[/color][/b][hr][hr][/center]
	Libby looked up at the sky and sighed a bit, she had been hoping to enjoy the sun a bit longer but all in all she didn't look surprised by what was going on right then as the sun dropped to the horizon. The three women finished folding the clothing and were heading back towards the main grounds of the property now. Walking slowly out of the water she shook her head. "Naw, I didn't know him. Don't know if anyone else did but hey we just go where management tells us. I don'e learned long time ago not to ask why. Even if I do get an answer chances are I don't understand it," she admitted as she started throwing on her clothing over her wet under garments. Someone could have known Peter for all she knew but then again, it wouldn't be the first time they went somewhere and no one knew a soul. 

	"Yeah, probably a good idea if you wanna talk to her," she said as she started walking. Glancing over at Faith she smiled a bit. "Oh Ben, it's good folk. Little stand offish and he don't talk too much but he saved my Jonesy," she said and then her face dropped thinking on it. "We were out west and there was an accident. Mom and kid fell, got hurt reals bad. Kid survived but mom didn't. We got blamed for it and high tailed it over state lines. Didn't stop the town. They grabbed me and Jonesy one night. Tar and feathered him," she said. He voice was tired as she spoke and it was obvious there was pain in her eyes as she remembered just how bad it was. "I thought he was gonna die but Ben... Ben he saved him, healed him right up. Weren't for Ben and I wouldn't have Jonesy..." she said before looking over with a sad face and smiling some. "And he ain't ever used it as a debt. He's just good folk," she added as she spotted the kitchen house. 

	Ben nodded a bit and walked out of the kitchen house and down the stairs. Crossing the road he headed towards the Carnivale set up. Most people had given half a glance to the sky but hearing the gate lock they looked like they weren't gonna bother with putting a show on that night. Some were milling about, most though headed over to the main tent and music could be heard playing. Seemed they were going to take advantage of having a night off. Ben lit up a cigarette and took a long pull from it as his finger curled over the butt. The cherry glowed red as he spotted Management's trailer. The door swung open and Jonesy stepped out, putting his cap back on his head and rolling his sleeves down as he moved down the stairs and out of the way. He was followed by Samson, who as soon as he was down reached an arm up and held it there waiting. 

	Then came a pale hand out of the door. It rested in Samson's hand as the albino woman with devilishly pink eyes came out and stepped down. Her umbrella went up and covered her from the remaining light of the day. With the aide of Samson she made her way down the steps and onto solid ground once again. [color=D8BFD8]"Thank you Samson,"[/color] she said in an elegant voice. It was hard to place her accent. It was one very old and long vanished from the maps of the world today or yesterday. Looking around, her eyes seemed to hold a constant twitch and she blinked overly often. Seeing Ben and the others she held onto Samson's hand as he walked her over to them. 

	[color=D8BFD8]"Damiq Ud Naga Amelserru,"[/color] she said to them. It was a language that few would understand, in fact out of all who had been within the loop only two spoke the language and of those there, it was down to one, Gilbert. It was the language of the Sumerian's. Looking at him she stood very still even if her eyes jumped as she stood there, they never seemed to hold still for long, constantly twitching back and and forth. It was hard to tell who she was looking at if one didn't pay constant attention. [color=D8BFD8]"Na Za Mudu Ummum, Giglamesh?"[/color] she asked as her head turned towards Gilbert.