[hr][hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/permalink/170609/6993f16961e0f0769efda621e785818a.png[/img][hr][hr][b][color=998849]New York, New York, USA: November 5th, 1943[/color][/b][hr][hr][/center]
	"Sure thing, when we get some downtime," Ben said as he lit up a cigarette and took a long puff from it. Siduri understood Faith wanting to get cleaned up and changed. Even if they were not going to meet someone, being trapped on the road with nothing but dust and sweat for days on end added layers to the dirt on the body. Walking her away from the truck she lead Faith to the shower stalls that the Carnivale had set up first. It wasn't much, barely enough to cover someone from the rest of the world at the shoulders to the knees and the water would be cold coming out the weak shower head but it was what they had and for the day and age it wasn't the worst way to get cleaned up. Hell after five days in a hot truck it might feel like Nirvana. 

	[color=D8BFD8]"Towel, soap, clothing,"[/color] Siduri said as she pointed out the obvious. Her eyes darting around, each time they fell on another Carnivale person they scattered away quickly. Siduri seemed to be making sure that while this was out in the open and Faith would only have a few walls of worn plywood between herself and the rest of the world she was going to get as much privacy as they could muster right then. [color=D8BFD8]"I can pin your hair once you are finished if you would like,"[/color] she added before taking a few steps back to give Faith a little more privacy, sitting down on a folding chair and crossing her ankles left over right as she waited. 

[center][hr][b][color=998849]Babylon Fortress, Cairo, Egypt: October 6th, 1924[/color][/b][hr][/center]
	Peter chuckled a bit but nodded. [color=82ca9d]"Quite right, would be most fitting for you Mr. Grady and it would place you on a more level playing field among the locals as well. Let us see what we can do about that,"[/color] Peter said as they made their way towards the market place center of Cairo. It wasn't a terrible walk and once there it was simple enough for Peter to be able to purchase several pieces of clothing that the group as a whole would be able to use either alone or in conjunction with what they were already wearing. Peter wasn't terribly fond of having to treat James like a slave or a servant whom was in debt to him but he kept is as even as he could while still maintaining the appearance of being someone who owned someone. It still left a bad taste in his mouth and he hoped that James wouldn't hold it against him. Nothing seemed to be sticking out to James right then with things around him. 

	Back over at the Fortress, things were about as calm as one could hope. Gilbert would be able to find one of the original entrances to one of the tunnels. And that is all well and good. That is until that whole fuzz and haze finally catches up with them. It seems to spreading and now is affecting Cairo. Peter stopping in his tracks and looking around, rubbing his eyes slightly and groaning. [color=82ca9d]"Bloody hell, this can't be good,"[/color] he said as he looked over towards James. And it wasn't only the Emendators and Paradoxes seeing this, it seemed the entire city was and people were starting to pull a panic mentality. Shit just hit the fan.