[hr][hr][center][h3][color=a187be][b]🌈 Leda Storm 🌈[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/97b8c553cbb195c7ea49cc44e8711ccc/tumblr_inline_p1oageaqHl1rifr4k_540.gif[/img][hr][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Half-blood: Dining Pavilion 
[b][color=a187be]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	[color=a187be]"Sure, if you'd like to, that'd be chill,"[/color] Leda told Kiera with a smile. She tended to just do a little maintenance on a few shrines every day, since then they'd more or less be in good shape all of the time. She knew others would've just done a large overhaul once or twice a year, but she hated the idea of letting everything pile up like that. And with the fighting between the Big Three going on, they needed all the godly good will they could manage. [color=a187be]"I'm tending to the Big Three shrines today, so the main trick is making sure that they get exactly equal offerings and all placed, don't wanna mess with the cosmic balance at a time like this."[/color]

	She didn't know if giving Hades a slightly larger offering than Zeus and Poseidon would cause trouble, but she didn't want to find out. It was already wicked weird that Camp was getting a small bit of the snow falling through, since usually the barrier kept their weather perfect, even if everything else around them was horrid. [color=a187be]"Have ya heard anything from your pops lately?"[/color] she then decided to ask. She didn't know what she was really looking for, maybe just a bit of hope that things were going to go back to normal soon. Of course, a small part of Leda was itching for a quest. She hated feeling cooped up all the time. 

	Leda then started piling up more food onto her plate, going for the waffles and fruit this time. [hr][hr][center][h3][color=#9370DB][b]☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://media4.giphy.com/media/3owytRiu2nuCOHw8ZG/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=#9370DB]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Half-blood: Cohort Tent -> Dining Pavilion 
[b][color=#9370DB]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Nancy followed her friends to the dining pavilion. Ironically, this was the place that made her the most homesick for New Rome. She missed the [i]Lares[/i] drifting in and out, the camaraderie of eating with your cohort. They now just had a table for the legionnaires, which was fine and she was grateful they had a place at all, but she always felt incredibly out of place in the dining pavilion, as if it was the heart of the Greek-ness of Camp Half-blood. However, there was one thing that she was happy about - Bacchus hadn't been around for a few days now. It had always been nerve-wracking eating in the same space as that god. He hadn't been behind the Lotus Hotel and Casino, yet he was the god that she associated with that trauma. 

	She nodded at Niah, as Niah voiced her discomfort with the idea. [color=#9370DB]"Maybe Mads and I should move into the cohort tent instead,"[/color] Nancy suggested. [color=#9370DB]"And just use the praetor tent for actual praetorial business, could be a rad way to help ease some guilt and tensions,"[/color] she explained. She didn't know how Mads felt about them sleeping somewhere else, but it did make Nancy feel guilty. She picked up a piece of toast and offered it up to Joanie, looking around the room. The Greeks always seemed so happy and carefree. It was hard for her to fathom sometimes.