[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a0522d]Gilbert Summers[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/50054139-cd03-403d-9a2b-191091404c40.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=sienna]Location:[/color][/b] Tunnels (Cairo, Egypt: October 6th, 1924)
[b][color=a0522d]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]

	Gilbert breathed a heavy sigh. They seemed to be going in circles. The haze was the first big environment change, and the thing which prompted them to utilize one of Gio's portals at the outset of this latest adventure. Alright, the universe puts them in places that they need to be. Why the universe didn't put him in this place at this time when he experienced it originally was beyond him, time travel coupled with an [i]extremely[/i] long life being what it was. Maybe in the grand scheme of universal events, there was some lesson that he needed to learn before being placed in this position. Or maybe, during this time, the temporally local version of himself was looking out of a window with a profoundly confused but utterly amused look on his face. It wasn't that long ago for an Emendator, really. Come to think of it, it wasn't the mist. It was time speeding up in the Destrehan Plantation Loop. 

	Looking around at the people with him and noting the voices floating around, he could have facepalmed. Of course, it was the collection of Paradoxes. [i]That[/i] was the great "X Factor" in the equation. He needed to make sure that these people were ready for whatever was coming up, these people specifically. Or this was just a huge, random jumble of people, places, and things, all thrown into a soup that they just had to make the best of. While that was probably the long and short of it (and he knew it), Gilbert preferred to look at this as a series of specific events put together as something almost literary in nature. Destiny and free will clashing with just the right pieces of the puzzle coming together, outcome highly uncertain. 

	This was a very different outlook from the one he had as a young man. It was less sophisticated, certainly, less exposed to the ideas that came with humanity evolving along. Funny how the lessons of humanity seemed to reflect in him, personally. 

	Well, the situation was overly screwed up, and though going through a portal seemed to exacerbate things in the first place, it was highly logical that it was a good option [i]now[/i]. Their goal was gone. Literally gone, along with the city above them. The haze remained. All they accomplished, really, was to get people in one place at one time. Oh, that was an ugly thought. Trap, anyone? Well voices or no, there were the Paradoxes present to think about. [color=a0522d]"Excellent idea, Giosue,"[/color] he said tersely, an element of watchfulness in his features. [color=a0522d]"Time is something we have both too much and not enough of. We might attempt this again later, or try for a different event."[/color] Hesitation only made for delay. Delay was costly. 


[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] Tunnels (Cairo, Egypt: October 6th, 1924) 
[b][color=cd5c5c]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]

	James nodded at Andromeda's words. He could tell that his involuntarily(?) inappropriate words were giving her a bit of a blush, which for someone who was as fair complected as her came out with the subtlety of the elevator scene from The Shining. Far be it for him to [i]try[/i] to make anyone feel uncomfortable, despite his many successes over the years. [color=cd5c5c]"In my world, dead folks got up an' started eatin' the livin' ones without a warnin' sign at all. Best as I can figure, Apocalypse's a damn relative thang."[/color] Perhaps if he engaged her in moderately relevant dialogue, it would help bring the pale back in her cheeks. 

	That was a thought James never figured he'd have. Oh well, [i]context[/i].

	Minor observances in the underground corridor, if indeed this counted as underground anymore, led James to agree with the ongoing consensus of opinion about portaling the hell out of there. If it was possible to get back to the Plantation, he'd be up for it. (And concerning his ethnicity and their history in his timeline, that was also a thought he never figured he'd have. It must be a day for it.) [color=cd5c5c]"Yeah, we definitely gots to R-U-N-N-O-F-T,"[/color] he said, nodding in agreement. He might even have forked over a shiny new nickel for anyone who got that movie reference, provided that he had a shiny new nickel to begin with. Wait, didn't Peter have the money? 

	Looking at Peter, James voiced openly, [color=cd5c5c]"Yeah, we gotta move, some of us more than others. Like, [i]now[/i]-ish, get me? C'mon."[/color]