[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=ed145b]Alicia Gonzalez[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/4de08da34ecf13bf3a10bd19a2b4ecde/tumblr_mm3fghzmPn1qd1s6no8_250.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=ed145b]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp - Kitchen House
[b][color=ed145b]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]
	Emotions were too much, all running together at this point. Alicia was lucky, more than some. She had been a Paradox for a bit now and had had at least some training. She could manage not to shut off her Empathy but scale it back to where it wasn't in the forefront of her mind. She had to right then. There was just too much running around in her heart right then. Even on the best of days it was hard to be so empathetic. A couple of people and good emotions were a lot to handle. All these new people, going through what she went through on her first day, and on top of that Peter being brought back the way he was. She had been hard pressed not to shut down already but she had managed to keep open. Yet now, that was enough. At least for a bit. 

	Looking over at Sophia she nodded. [color=ed145b]"Yeah, even without your ability it is some strong shit to deal with. Don't want to know how bad it is when you have a nose better than a fucking blood hound now,"[/color] she said as she sat there. Pouring herself a drink into a glass she braced herself and took a drink. It was harsh. Moonshine couldn't not be harsh. It was just ~brewed~ that way. Well not brewed, oh hell, like she knew the process for making the shit. She didn't. An ex of hers in a life that felt like a dream most days did. She was never one even then to go toying around with the distillation building. Always smelt too much like rotting tortillas for her liking. 

	James was helping himself so Alicia poured for anyone else that wanted one and slid the glasses, well mason jars over to them, with a look of warning in her eyes. Not so much a don't do that thing but a be careful thing. Looking over at James she nodded. [color=ed145b]"Yeah, don't know the full story of how we got this but hey, was slightly nostalgic when I first saw the bottles. Granted, it is fucking odd speaking about someone that isn't alive right now but is. Shit I guess that is everyone outside of here isn't it?"[/color] she said before shrugging to herself and taking another drink. She hissed a bit and kicked at the ground. [color=ed145b]"Why do I think Papi would have loved this shit?"[/color] she laughed slash coughed as she looked over at James. 
	
[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=0072bc]Evelina Lucas[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/b3ca16c4f2bf73f68f35946ba175d1ec/tumblr_mgbkewAp8c1qm0e7eo2_500.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=0072bc]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp - Main House106)
[b][color=0072bc]Skills:[/color][/b] Diplomacy, Memory Training, History[/center][hr]
	Evelina nodded towards Gilbert before he left. She looked back at the door and turned the knob, opening it slowly and stepping it. Half shutting it behind her she slowly moved over to the bed where Peter had been laid out. She left it partially open in case that Andromeda decided to join her but closed it just enough to where Peters body wouldn't be in full view of anyone that passed by. She wasn't going to press for help in this matter. It wasn't that she didn't want some, it wasn't that she did. It was up to the new Paradox to what she did with her time currently. 

	Looking down at Peter her lips thinned slightly. This was never easy but she made sure to handle each Paradoxes death if she could. Part of it was a respect thing, for them choosing to live this life when they could have chosen something else. Though most of it was because as each Paradox was created she found herself feeling like a mother in a way to them. In a way she birthed them, she brought them into this world. She was the mother that breathed life into them, Gio was the father that bought them home. Gilbert was the fun uncle and Nancy was the strange aunt. They were one really damn odd family that made the Crypt line perfectly normal in many ways. 

	Unbuttoning her sleeves she rolled them up and stepped over to the dresser where there was a pitcher of water, a bowl, and same rags. Each room had this for morning clean up. Now it would be used to wash the body. She would fetch a needle and thread later to sew up as much skin as she could but for now, the layer of blood and sand was enough to deal with. [color=0072bc]"Death is hard enough but this is why you never go back, those that mourned you once will now have to mourn you again Peter,"[/color] she said as she dipped a cloth into the water and rung it out. She spoke as if he could still hear her, as if she could still teach him a lesson. Though odd it was not an uncommon trait among those that tended to the dead. Many a mortician spoke to the bodies that passed into their lives. 

	George, while covered in oatmeal, was having a better time of things that Evelina was. Oatmeal was far easier to clean up than blood. Pointing over to the back of the mill he nodded to Gio. [color=598527]"Mmm, over there,"[/color] he said before turning away and placing his back to Gio. Only two people within their home of a loop had seen him without his mask. Peter was one and now he would see it no more. Nancy was the other. Sure the Emendators could look through time and see it but he hadn't been comfortable enough in front of the other to remove his mask himself in front of them. 

	Walking over to the water bucket Gilbert had in there for cleaning he made sure to keep his back to everything and everyone he could as he pulled his mask off. Beneath it lay [url=http://meme.richardharrow.com/meme/54.jpg]what remained[/url] of his face. Taking a handkerchief from his pocket he began to clean his face and his mask up. [color=598527]"Mmm, breakfast,"[/color] he said, trying to crack a a joke as he got rid of the thick substance. At least she hadn't put dye in it this time. Last time he had run into one of Alicias pranks it had been a meringue pie that hit him in the bathroom when he turned the shower water off. It had stained him pink for three days.