[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a0522d]Gilbert Summers[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/2d5702c8-fbbe-4a46-a9f6-87334c420d5b.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=sienna]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp (Outside Gate) 
[b][color=a0522d]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]

	The shimmering in the air, [i]all of the air[/i], was enough to give Gilbert a surprised raise of his eyebrows. He had seen many, many things before that were fantastic in nature, possibly more reaching and grandiose than even this in his long years, but it was a different matter when it was completely unexpected. Like someone went to open a can of peanuts and instead was treated to a container full of orange marmalade. He blindly reached in, expecting salty, roasted peanuts, only to draw back a handful of sweet and tangy orange gloop. Oh, there was nothing wrong with the citrusy biscuit-topper, but when you expect nuts instead you cut a surprised, disgusted face and find someplace to wash your hands. Maybe find a biscuit, too.

	Everyone seemed to have the same question in mind: [i]Was this normal?[/i] They phrased it in different ways, but the intent behind it was all the same. Likewise, the answer for all of them was a broad, sweeping, [color=a0522d]"No. No, this is not normal."[/color] Gilbert's voice was distant, as if he was pondering some vast mathematical quandary that had fallen onto is lap. In a clearer voice, he continued, [color=a0522d]"As with so many things that has happened since the arrival of our guests, I am without knowledge nor precedent for this. It is a very curious happening."[/color] He turned around to face the remaining Emendators and Paradoxes present. [color=a0522d]"Sophia, I believe that our plan hasn't changed much. We still need as much help as we can get. We must locate the other Paradoxes. If possible, we must reestablish a Loop, or otherwise create a haven. For right this moment, I believe that we should determine if the Plantation is safe to enter, and if so, scavenge for any equipment and supplies we may need. I do not know if we should remain for very long."[/color] There were other considerations in play. Dangerous ones. 

	Continuing, [color=a0522d]"What I know of this is minimal. I encourage the opinions of others, but I encourage them as we move."[/color] 

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Character current location: [i]Outside Gate[/i]
Characters attempted actions: [i]Check human history, get Peter more mobile[/i]
Any and all skills being used: [i]History, The Hat[/i]
Why each skill is being called: [i]Scan events of history to see if the shimmer was a temporal paradox, i.e. if events line up as they should on a broad level - Also, pull a good, stout cane out of his Hat for Peter. Something strong and classy. Maybe with a weapon in it.[/i]
Desired location of the character: [i]N/A[/i]
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[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cd5c5c]James Grady[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/110f59a7-f09e-40d4-b96a-9754fb285add.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=indianred]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp (Outside Gate)
[b][color=cd5c5c]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]

	The plantation still stood, meaning that the horrible set of clothes and the rope belt were probably still perfectly okay, back in his room. That was a downside. On the upside, there wasn't a whole lot of things that he overly needed on those grounds, despite the advice of The Hat to return and scavenge, but a few additional items to help them [i]not die[/i] would have been great. [color=cd5c5c]"Look here, I ain't [i]needin'[/i] needin' nothing, big, really. And if'n Mr. Hat can pull stuff out his Hat, then I says we get gone from this place til we can get us a couple trucks we can throw shit into, 'fore we return. [i]IF[/i] we can, y'dig? Them carnival folk might have the right idea, travellin' in caravan and keepin' they asses movin'."[/color] He shook his head, [color=cd5c5c]"Imma miss me that General Fuzzy, though."[/color] 

	James looked over to Andromeda, a soft quality coloring his voice. [color=cd5c5c]"Hey, I ain't meanin' nothing by it, Miss Andy. Tryin' to put some funny in a fucked-up situation's all."[/color] He replaced his cowboy hat on his close-cropped head and reminded, [color=cd5c5c]"Aight. It gets sunny, this all you... But hey, you had Superhero teams in your timelime? Like [i]actual[/i] superhero teams, or was it like the comics an' movies in mine? I mean [i]sho'[/i], we had us the Livin' Dead, but wasn't nobody who could fly or, or... um, [i]blast muthas[/i] with no eyeball freak-beams."[/color] Sure, it seemed like a stupid question. But in his world, it used to be a stupid question to ask if you put a knife through a dead person's skull so they wouldn't try to eat anybody. Sometimes, stuff just happened to change the game. Like now.