[hr][hr][center][h1][color=9e005d]Leandra Lovelace[/color][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/3o7aTpFglw46r5BfHi/giphy.gif[/img][hr]
[color=9e005d][b]Location:[/b][/color] New Rome - The Senate House
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Leandra's lips pursed when Nancy addressed her, her writing ceasing and her head tilting up from her book to look at the bushy-haired praetor. Her eyebrows slowly furrowed together as Nancy spoke, raising her pen up to rest against her chin, listening to the command with a small, thoughtful frown. There was a silence for a few seconds, even after Nancy gave the blonde senator permission to speak. She cast her gaze down at her notebook, where the outline of a system involving the rotation of Cohort 4 between training and setting up the landing pad sat written in black ink. This new...development meant that she'd have to make some edits to it, and her cohort would be spread even thinner. After a few seconds, she looked back up.

[color=9e005d]"Preparing for the Greeks, helping with the traps, [i]and[/i] preparing ourselves for the war to come? That's quite the workload...but I suppose if anyone can do it, it's Cohort 4. Though I will be submitting a request for a minor withdrawal from the celebratory feast funds. Just enough for coffee and pastries in the mornings, and quality spreads in the afternoons. Good food results higher morale and better work,"[/color] she said, before looking down at her notebook. She lowered her pen to write, but before it hit the paper, she pulled it back, the way one would if they almost cut the wrong wire of a bomb. She looked puzzled for a moment, before speaking again. [color=9e005d]"I'll write up a quick schedule concerning which cohorts will be aiding my co-centurion with the battle preparations at which times. It might be a bit sloppy, given our time restriction, but I'm sure it will do."[/color] Even if a messy timetable were among the things that the people of Camp Jupiter would worry about in the time of crisis, they wouldn't have had to. Leandra's version of 'sloppy' was still more straight-laced and organized than many people could ever hope of achieving. 

[color=9e005d]"Long live Rome...and her people,"[/color] Leandra stated, raising her own hand to vote to adjourn the meeting, decorated with pink acrylic nails sharp enough to be afraid of, with her pen resting between her thumb and forefinger.