[hr][hr][center][h1][color=A020F0]Waverley Watts[/color][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/d72f0c2c2cd8e1f3f97b84e343e0516a/tumblr_pshnnbcZMI1rptfs5o1_400.gifv[/img][hr]
[color=A020F0][b]Location:[/b][/color] New Rome - The Augery -> Cohort 5 Barracks
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	Waverley gave Niah a thumbs up when she told them where they'd be meeting, but didn't say anything, instead following her co-fivers back to their barracks. Once there, she walked immediately to her sliver of room, with the small collection of items she'd brought to Camp Jupiter. She slid her open suitcase out from under her bed, which was already filled with all her clothes. She was so used to living out of a suitcase from her years on the road that she never really got around to unpacking, even after a number of months staying at Camp Jupiter. So all she really had to do to get ready was zip it up and she was good to go. She was unsure why she'd even asked how long she should pack for, since all the clothes she owned fit inside the bag. 

	As she waited for the others to finish their packing, she chose to discard her guitar case, instead opting to use its strap to sling it across her back, making it easier to access in case of a fight. Afterwards, she made quick note in pencil on the map that decorated her section of wall saying [i]'Off to Mount Tam to talk to Atlas, holder of the heavens?!?!?! He's real I guess.'[/i] With that, she dropped her pencil into her bag, and walked to the middle of the barracks, between the two rows of beds, waiting for the others.

	[color=A020F0]"...Do you guys think we need armor? I really don't like how it feels, but I also don't think I'll like how getting stabbed feels,"[/color] she said into the quiet, before adjusting her guitar to be resting on her thighs. She began to tune it by ear, a process much akin, for her, to sharpening a blade before a fight.