[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#9370DB]Nancy Parker[/color] & [color=9999ff]Andromeda Aldrich[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s14.postimg.org/va61crp9t/giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b][color=#9999ff]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp: Walking Towards Main House -> Main House
[b][color=#9370DB]Skills:[/color][/b] None[/center][hr]	Nancy accepted the small gift from George, pulling the twine off of it and undoing the wrapping. She always felt cooped up in the loop and as of such, she tended to put in requests for new trinkets and the like from whoever went off on a mission. George almost always obliged and brought back something interesting for her. She found a small box and as she opened it, Nancy pulled out a small [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/59/5c/8c/595c8c6680302a75f5a63db3e9ae57de--ancient-artifacts-roman.jpg]object[/url] hardly more than three inches wide. She couldn't help but be reminded slightly of the artifact she had seen in the cards earlier that day. There were definite differences between them, but also similarities. 

	[color=#9370DB]"Aww, thanks George,"[/color] Nancy said with a smile. She took the paper and put it inside of the box and closed it, before putting the trinket in her pocket along with the other possessions she kept on her at all times. She'd find a good place for it later where it wouldn't get lost. Or it'd just end up having a near permanent home in her pocket. That's what ended up happening with her rune, at any rate. Her thoughts focused for a moment and she realized what exactly had happened - one of the new Paradoxes had turned into a pig. Maybe there'd finally be a Paradox who could understand Nancy's distaste of ham - she had to suppress a chuckle and a grin at the thought. She didn't really care to join in any conversation about how the Paradoxes would do. She cared more about whether or not she could have fun with them. If they brought a change of pace around here, then that was fine in Nancy's book. And even the most seemingly well prepared paradoxes could end up being the first to die. It was all a bit of a gamble as far as she was concerned. 

	Andromeda continued to follow Lady Luck and the Hat, unable to follow the conversation in Greek. She couldn't help but wonder if those two were just naturally used to mixing languages or if they were concealing information from them. While she didn't want to think ill of these people, she had to imagine it was the latter. She supposed that it made sense - the death of one of their charges on the day they brought in a whole new set. Luckily, one of the Emendators did offer an explanation as to what was going on - apparently, one of them had turned into a wild hog. 

	[i]How does that even work?[/i] Andromeda thought to herself. As much as she believed in the strange and unusual, she also believed that there was always a logic behind it. Ghosts could be both real and logical, as far as she was concerned. But she guessed if there was anyone in the world who would know those sort of things, it would be the Emendators. [color=9999ff]"I'll do my best,"[/color] Andromeda promised with a nod, ready to follow Lady Luck and help her.