[hr][hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/permalink/170609/6993f16961e0f0769efda621e785818a.png[/img][hr][hr][b][color=998849]October 31st, 1943 - What's Happening Elsewhere?[/color][/b][hr][hr][/center]
	Ruthie looked over towards Andromeda and before anything else she nodded. "Girl please, don't leave me alone with them two, you're the only one that makes sense in my head," she said to the pale woman with a bit of a forced chuckle. It was true. The Emendators had different perspectives not only from a gender perspective but also from a difference in beings. Not to mention she had another speaking to her that the others weren't privy to. Having the girl around was keeping the building migraine manageable. 

	Ben walked with Sophia and James into the kitchen house and pulled up a chair to the table. Sitting down and taking a drag from his cigarette. "Nothing in it," he said as he pulled it from his mouth. It was common to drink it black in the Carnivale, and in most parts of poorer areas. Milk and sugar were luxuries and being barely out of the Dust Bowl era in the U.S. and in the middle of a war even just getting bacon and orange juice was high luxury. "Milfay over in Oklahoma," he said as the smoke rolled out over his bottom lip. "Left awhile ago," he added as he rubbed his chin with the back of his thumb. 

	Libby kept making her way down to the water, she had passed Faith and Bart a bit ago on the way but she didn't pay them any mind. They seemed to be talking to themselves and she wasn't going to butt in. Right then she just wanted to get cleaned up a bit. Usually it was to cool off, a drip in the water, but with the weather being decent inside the loop that wasn't an issue. It was nice that it wasn't summer out in California or Texas. Babylon had been hell in more than one way...

	Ruthie followed the group into the kitchen house, and then spotted Ben was in there with two others. Ben stood up and nodded towards her. "Ruthie," he said before pulling out a chair for her. Ruthie took a seat and gave him a passing smile as she scooted the chair closer to the table. Ben sat back down and took another puff from his cigarette. 

	"I'm used to the bathtub stuff but I wouldn't complain about something that didn't taste like the rust off a steal drum," she said as she adjusted the shawl around her shoulders. "No, it didn't start until..." she began but her words trailed off as she glanced towards Ben. "You mind?" she asked.

	Ben shook his head. "Naw, you're story I only was there to do my thing," he said and she nodded. 

	"Till Ben brought me back," she said as she leaned back in her chair and turned out left forearm, there were two scars close together. It looked like someone had driven nails into her arm. "Ain't born into it like him." Her eyes went towards Ben for a minute. "Some of us gotta die to get the gift as you call it," she admitted. Ben just sat there looking at the table and every so often taking another puff. "Thought I was going mad at first, crazy. Seeing people I knew was dead. Wasn't until Gab told me what happened and I talked to Samson I started to figure it out. Didn't know I had been anything but sick, but after three days without breathe I guess I spent enough time on their side for the shit to set in." Pulling her arm back she glanced back over to Ben who was picking at a place on the wood. He was only a kid, at least in the grand scheme of things.