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Evelina Lucas
Location: Ville au Camp: Kitchen House
Gilberts reaction, or lack there of, did not surprise Evelyn in the slightest. It took quite a lot to ruffle the mans feathers and she knew spouting off in Greek to him wouldn't do that. Yet she wasn't trying to ruffle his feathers she was trying to make a point. Whether he said anything or not, she hoped she had. He was offering tea though and she did have a few things to discuss with him before she made her exit from the room. Pulling out a chair she sat herself on the edge and crossed her ankles left over right. Pulling the pipe from her lips she nodded slightly before she spoke. She wasn't off the Greek kick yet, which meant she was still rather peeved. 1"Πολύ καλά, οικοδόμοι τσάι, αλλά δεν νομίζω ότι η προσφορά ενός άκαμπτου κυπέλλου θα ενισχύσει το άνω χείλος μου όταν πρόκειται για την μισή γυμνότητα σας σε μια ημέρα που καλωσορίζουμε νέα Παράδοξα. Αφήνοντας πίσω το γεγονός ότι είμαστε Οι μεταγλωττιστές είναι τώρα οι δάσκαλοί τους και πρέπει να διατηρήσουμε μια τάξη πειθαρχίας και σεβασμού, προσωπικά θα σκεφτόμουν ότι θα θέλατε να είστε σε θέση να κρατάτε από απόσταση όσα πλήθη θα πούμε πάνω από ενθουσιώδεις οπαδούς από την προσπάθεια να κάνουν το δρόμο τους στις ιδιωτικές σας συνοικίες όπως έκαναν προηγουμένως."
Shaking her head, Eve took a long pull from her pipe, the smoke billowing up from her lips and framing her face as she waited for her morning cup of tea that was being provided by Gilbert. If only those that had faced him in battle could see him now, handling dainty porcelain cups with filigree and gold trims yet The Dice was not one to think on such things, especially as she felt the tickle in the back of her mind again. She knew this was coming today, she had planned for it. Reaching into her pocket she felt the cool surfaces as her fingers wrapped around a single dice. Pulling it out she let it clink against the table. 2"Θα ακούσουμε μια κραυγή σε μερικές στιγμές Gilbert, κουνάμε τα αυτιά σας." It was a warning, one she rarely gave but she felt it would be needed at this time.
3"¡SANTA MADRE FOLLANDO A CRISTO! ¡TENGAS QUE FOLLARME ENGAÑARME! ¡OH, MIERDA! ¡SÍ! ¡¡¡¡NO!!!! ¡OH! ¡MIERDA!" Alicias voice rang out like a banshee as Eve glanced towards the front door and towards the oak tree. Seeing the young Paradox sinking to her rear and pulling her knees to her chest.
Picking up the dice from the table Evelyn slipped it back into her pocket. "It is never easy to know someone you care for has passed away, yet for a Paradox to meet them again in this place it is a torrent of emotions. Should you be joyous or in mourning? Such a difficult time yet all we can do is to continue to move forward," she said idly as she tapped the base of her pipe against the table. At least she was off the Greek but the sudden change of languages was just a sign to those that truly knew The Dice that she never took death lightly, granted there might have been a total of two people during her entire existence that knew that about her. Shaking off the thoughts going through her mind she got back to the reason she had sought out The Hat that morning to begin with. "This evenings festivities and visitors are nothing we are not accustomed to after these several years here but with the addition of the new Paradoxes, those whose abilities have yet to manifest perhaps it would be prudent that this evening during the height of activities you could take the Paradoxes on a full tour of the outer grounds. Group activity. Alicia could assist," she suggested.
She knew that any training would have to wait, it was not something that was done. In fact those that arrived were steered as far away from their previous life as possible. Rule One was you never go back. Rule two was you never taught what they once knew if it could be helped. It just lead to too much temptation to breech rule one. It was difficult because fighters always wanted to relearn but it was not done. Evelyn had seen too much go too far wrong too many times over the centuries. She would not set them up for failure, not if she could help it. None were left defenseless but this was a new life, it should be just that. Not a continuation of the last. Ever.
Alicia Gonzalez
Location: Ville au Camp: Main House Room 107 -> Oak Tree
"Sure thing Chica," Alicia said before closing the door and leaving Sophia to get settled in. Not that there was much to really do. She had clothing now, a room, a few treasures from her previous life. The biggest thing for any new Paradox was just to wrap their heads around the fact they were actually dead, whisked to another place in time, another place period, and they would just have to basically deal with. It was a lot to take in and Alicia didn't know about Sophia but she remembered needing a lot of time to process it before she left her room for the first time. After that she got to work keeping as busy as possible. It was one of the reasons she had gotten to know the Hat more than the others. He had a job she could actually help with and it helped keep her mind from wandering back to Justice and her father and her son. Though the longer she was there, the easier it got. She didn't forget them but it was as if they were a dream now so there wasn't that pull to try to get back to them anymore.
Making her way out of the main house she was heading back to the Oak Tree and had contemplated just passing it and going to the Kitchen house to get something to eat. That was until she took a look down at the clipboard in her fingers and a new name started to be scrawled over the paper. That was when the slew of Hispanic curses left her mouth. She was jumped up and down, freezing in place, looking ecstatic one second and heart broken the next. It was a tidal wave of conflicting emotions. Along the same lines as when Evelyn Couch had found out it was Mrs. Otis that was dead and not Mrs. Threadgoode in Fried Green Tomatoes. Near the tail end of the freak out Alicia sunk to her rear end and gripped the clip board as she glanced over towards the portal.
This was something she hadn't expected today. Sitting beneath the Oak Tree Alicia had planned to mess with some of the Paradoxes when they arrived. Granted, it really hadn't gone well with the last arrival, though it hadn't gone bad either. Alicia knew she needed to work on answering questions and such but right then her mind wasn't on it. She knew with this next arrival she couldn't fuck with them. Well she could, if she could mess with anyone it would probably be him. Glancing up from the clipboard she looked back over towards the house. She should have asked Sophia about Newnan and what was going on there but she wanted to let her get settled before she bombarded her with questions. Now she really wished she would have considering who was about to show up. It probably would make things a touch easier.
The gate flickered and the daughter of El Hefe stood up slowly and dusted herself off. She found herself swallowing a lump in her throat as she tucked the clipboard down on the ground against the trunk of the tree. It wasn't a known thing how he would react showing up here and seeing her but Alicia felt that it was a pretty safe bet that she would need both hands free. Seeing the flickering increase she didn't bother to worry about reading how this man had died, any of that. She knew him well enough, at least her memories did. This was going to be hard to explain but she would just run with it. The portal turned until it was parallel with the ground and lowered as it had before.
As it rose Alicia looked down at the blackneck, her eyes widening slightly. It was as if she had been caught dumbstruck, unable to move or speak as she looked at him. Then it happened. Whatever calmness she had thought she had before he arrived, whatever respect she intended to give him... was plum out the window as her arms wrapped around herself and she doubled over giving out a stream of laughter that made her fall to the ground, rolling onto her back, kicking the ground as she continued to guffaw, chuckle, chortle, bellow, and more in total hilarity. "Hold on, I fetch you some watermelon be'fore yous goes pick the cotton Uncle Tom," she said giving her best southern accent impression.
