[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#9370DB]Nancy Parker[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s13.postimg.org/ql3spvi7b/tumblr_m9j80ov1_Oc1qjtl4yo1_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b][color=#9370DB]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp: Main House (Room 202)
[b][color=#9370DB]Skills:[/color][/b] the Cards, General Human History[/center][hr]	Nancy scrunched up her nose as the caramel bounced off of it and onto the floor. It seemed a bit like a waste of candy to her. [color=#9370DB]"Rude!"[/color] Nancy protested, yet she fully intended to have Giouse try again. She tended to carry a decent supply of candy on her, always fitting for the time period of course. Caramel chews happened to be her favorite that the 1940s had to offer in this part of the United States. But rather than get a craving for sweets, she began to feel the tingle in her fingertips. She let out a mild sigh of annoyance. [color=#9370DB]"The bloody new Paradoxes must be setting me off,"[/color] Nancy said. 

	It wasn't too hard to remove her deck of cards from where she had tucked them into her jumper. The real challenge was shuffling them. Rather than giving them the good thorough shuffle they deserved, her handcuffs prompted her to instead cut the deck numerous times. She then randomly plucked out cards and reinserted them back in, until she felt with confidence that they were all a jumbled up, random, and chaotic mess - as in, just like her. 

	She pulled out the Eight of Swords, the High Priestess, and then the Six of Wands. Yet before Nancy could even begin using her gift and analyze the omens, she was struck by a curious feeling. Something felt complete. The true meaning behind her first reading for the day dawned on her. [color=#9370DB]"No death and destruction for Ville au Camp - not yet, anyways. First reading was about death, though,"[/color] Nancy explained. Her cards had been about Aziza Tarek, she now knew. The Tower represented her past with her husband, the Fool the new life she was embarking to begin, and the Ten of Swords was her death. [color=#9370DB]"Jury's still out on whether you'll hurt your back,"[/color] Nancy then quipped.  

	As for the current reading, it was child's play. Whereas some were more challenging, this one she could have done with her eyes closed. The handcuffs didn't seem to have any bearing on her ability to see the future here as well. She got a bit of an amused smirk as she viewed the three cards, quickly matching them each up with their meanings. [color=#9370DB]"We've got a mission!"[/color] Nancy exclaimed excitedly. She had been so put out when she couldn't go to fetch that stray Paradox. Yet in this situation, Nancy was certain she'd [i]have[/i] to be picked to go. Alicia couldn't do this one. Eve would stay with the new Paradoxes - who obviously couldn't do it. Giouse was too critical to risk losing, as was the Hat. 

	[color=#9370DB]"One of the new Paradoxes - his name's Bartholomew - this is all about him. See, the Eight of Swords is all about isolation and self imposed restrictions. It's him growing up and doing computer programming, making life in a simulation, not actually living, stuff like that. Then there's the High Priestess - my favorite card, actually. She's brilliant. Mysteries, secrets, intuition... Well, I imagine he wouldn't like it. I know his secret now - he was on the outs with his parents, doesn't think or talk about them."[/color]

	It didn't occur to Nancy to potentially withhold that information from Giouse. [color=#9370DB]"Lastly, we've got the Six of Wands...This is where it gets interesting. That one's about victory, good news, being the boss. See, our new friend had a cat when he died and his cat will be adopted by some Greek woman. She'll eventually place a trinket around his neck - and she shouldn't have this,"[/color] Nancy paused. If her hands were free and she had something to sketch with, she would have shown Giouse what the trinket looks like. [color=#9370DB]"It has to do with Alicia's timeline - the Californian one. But you know, usual drill. Get the trinket, put it back where it belongs, and so forth."[/color]

	[color=#9370DB]"I should go let Eve know - I'm sure Justice is lovely in that time,"[/color] Nancy said. [color=#9370DB]"And dangerous. So I doubt she'll let the little Paradoxes go. They don't even know how to defend themselves."[/color][hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=9999ff]Andromeda Aldrich[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s13.postimg.org/uhh4lesrr/tumblr_ox5m0d_DVTm1rc0x8uo5_400.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=9999ff]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp: Main House (Porch) -> Kitchen House 
[b][color=9999ff]Skills:[/color][/b] None [/center][hr]	While Andromeda wasn't thrilled about their being only one bathroom for everyone to share, she could make it work. She had lived in the dorms in college and stayed at plenty of hostels and other alternative living situations as she traveled. Plus, it couldn't be any worse than sharing a bathroom with Walter. He took longer in the bathroom getting ready than her college roommates had - and they had gone through the entire hair and make-up routine each morning. She smiled slightly at that thought in spite of herself. It didn't matter that from where - well, [i]when[/i] - she was that he wouldn't be born for a few decades. She felt as if 2016 and 1943 were coexisting, with Walter still alive (hopefully) and kicking. 

	Andromeda's thoughts occupied her throughout the tour, much as they had ever since she woke up in 1943. The architecture of the house was lovely and she was certain it was filled with history and quirks. Had she not been so preoccupied with this new existence, she would have taken a moment to examine them a little closer. In some ways, it was a bit like walking through a museum. Even the grounds forced her to remember that she was no longer in the modern age. Her hand reached up and she found the locket she had awoken with. It was a replica of the one she had had in life - one that was designed to keep the owner safe from dark forces. It hadn't done much good for her in the end, yet she fiddled with the locket as they walked outside. 

	Yet as she stepped inside the kitchen house, she already had a few opinions formed about her fellow Paradoxes. The shoe-less girl was a bit irritating, surprisingly less than the blonde girl. The boy - he seemed too young to be called a man - reminded her of the stereotypical rebellious genius with hints of paranoia. She wasn't sure what to make of the other two, however. They definitely seemed to know one another and from what she could tell, the ginger was already getting comfortable in this environment. 

	While she knew she ought to introduce herself, something held her back. Maybe after this next information session with Lady Luck.