[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cd5c5c]James Grady[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/b0c1bca3-09d6-44bd-9e30-4651777b3ef6.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=indianred]Location:[/color][/b] Bazaar -> Babylon Fortress (Cairo, Egypt: October 6th, 1924) 
[b][color=cd5c5c]Skills:[/color][/b] Observation [hr][/center]

	James wasn't 100% sure on the ethical quandary here, effectively traveling across a veritable buttload of time and space to a place where he existed as an anachronism, only to show up in the beginning of a panic and go a'lootin'. It wasn't his best moment. To make matters worse, now that he had gotten a taste of [i]SNATCH & RUN[/i] he had to suppress the urge to keep five-fingering a lot of stuff he came across on the way back to the rest of his group. There was another knife around there that he liked. Ooh! And that oil painting of camels playing poker? Classic. It'd look great in his boudoir. Or whatever other goods he imagined might be floating around the Bazaar that practically begged to be nabbed on their way out of town. Or back to the ruins. Whichever was more appropriate to say at the time. 

	Propriety aside, the little game he was playing to mess with Peter was over and done with, as things were getting hairier out and about in sunny Cairo. They had enough kaftans and thawbs or their like to keep the people in their group passable for more traditional Muslims at a cursory glance. Maybe Westerners who had gone native. Either way, functional outerwear for all. Stolen, functional outerwear. James figured he'd look okay in loose white and/or black cotton. Hell, out of the group, he was the only one who looked like he belonged on the continent in the first place. Wait, there was Gil. Yup, he looked more like a traditional Egyptian. Whatever. Now if he could just wrangle of of those head coverings... Thinking about it, if worse came to worse, James wasn't above looting a corpse. Hell, rolling dead people was an intelligent survival tactic where he came from. Not that he was hoping for fatalities among the populace, just that if, [i]God forbid[/i], someone happened to get trampled or run over by a runaway rickshaw, he'd use the opportunity. 

	Responding to Peter's advice, James gave a hearty, [color=cd5c5c]"Yessir, Mr. Peter, sir. Sounds like fine thinkin'."[/color] There wasn't a trace of sarcasm in his words, and he did as suggested, hugging the walls as they made their way back to the Fort. When back, he addressed those gathered around (and just arriving), [color=cd5c5c]"Aight, me an Peter found us some robes an' whatnot, some o' these locals use. Y'all do you, I'mma take this'n here..."[/color] he commented, grabbing something appropriate for himself and stepping back as not to crowd anyone else. [color=cd5c5c]"No weapons, though. Sorry 'bout that."[/color] 


[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a0522d]Gilbert Summers[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/de19d86a-11f6-49d5-87fd-a095e7da61e7.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=sienna]Location:[/color][/b] Babylon Fortress (Cairo, Egypt: October 6th, 1924) 
[b][color=a0522d]Skills:[/color][/b] History, Observation [hr][/center]

	Memory was a spotty thing sometimes, especially when one lived as long as Gilbert. Bits and pieces of details came back to him concerning the tunnel system, especially as it concerned lighting. That would be an issue, without doubt. They might still have a functioning system for it still, so much as the tunnels were themselves overall functional; that was to say that it might be uncertain. He would prefer to have a backup plan for that, all things considered, that was better than the one small lighter in his pocket. Something to be dealt with soon. 

	His eyebrow quirked at Bart's comment, though his face kept its easygoing expression. [color=a0522d]"You have a variable morale, Bartholomew."[/color] It was voiced as an objective observation rather than either compliment or insult. [color=a0522d]"We have seen what we need to for right now, and we shall return to it shortly."[/color] He gave a noncommittal thumbs-up. 

	His smile deepened a little at Andromeda's assessment. [color=a0522d]"I am aware that my mood can be a little disconcerting to others sometimes. My apologies. I avidly appreciate history and humanity. Though I have seen many things that repeat over the millennia, it is a rare pleasure to see something original from times long forgotten, or something genuinely new and unprecedented, at least to my experiences. Today has given me both."[/color] Of course, the implications of the [i]new and unprecedented[/i] were troubling, in and of itself. But for Gil, it was the principle of it all. Even if it was a supernatural haze that appeared to follow them through time and distance. 

	They arrived back to the rest of the group a few seconds after Peter and James did, just in time to hear the report about clothes, but a lack of weapons. Gilbert still had that older model (for the era) Winchester rifle sheathed on his back, and a pocketknife, though that would hardly be enough for everybody in case of an emergency. They needed to get armed, and the sooner the better. Of course, one of the difficulties of being a Paradox was that one never knew exactly what skills one would absorb over training. The use of firearms with these people, even if they were masters of the art in their natural lifetime, could not be assured. Or even bet on, really. [color=a0522d]"Excellent, thank you,"[/color] he said, choosing a flowing garment for himself. [color=a0522d]"I might be able to assist with arming our group. We have rediscovered a tunnel system that used to be quite reaching. I believe that it should bring us under, among other places, an armory for the British military presence in Cairo. Mr. Keystone, I assume you know the location to which I refer? We will need light sources. I will attempt something. It would be best to try to establish backup lighting, if we can. There may be more to acquire if we are very lucky. When you are ready, please follow me."[/color] Gilbert moved to return to the secret stairway, to inspect and attempt to relight the path therein. 

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Character current location: [i]Babylon Fortress, Cairo, Egypt[/i]
Characters attempted actions: [i]Figuring Stuff Out[/i]
Skills Used: [i]History, Observation[/i]
Why each skill is being called: [i]To light the tunnels, if a skill roll is applicable. Has a functioning cigarette lighter.[/i]
Desired location of the character: [i]N/A[/i]
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