[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: Beach
[b][color=#9370DB]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Nancy felt much better once they were out of the dining pavilion - even with the openness of it, the Greeks made the entire place feel stifling. She wished that Niah and Mads were going on the quest together, as at least then they could watch each other's backs - but instead, the only two Romans going would be separated from each other. Even the prophecies seemed to favor the Greeks. Nancy wondered if that was some sort of cosmic joke - the Roman praetor shunned her prophetic power and thus the prophecies shunned the Romans, dividing them up and keeping them apart. If Niah were to die on this quest, who would bring her home for burial? When Mads... When Mads died on this quest, there wouldn't be that problem - she would burst into dust. 

	She shook herself out of her thoughts, sitting down on the blanket Mads had conjured, and tossing Joanie a biscuit. [color=#9370DB]"Maybe,"[/color] Nancy said to Mads, before sighing slightly. [color=#9370DB]"I know I'm being a bitch about this. We should be toasting you two and doing whatever you want, but... I'm fucking terrified I'm about to lose the people I love and I can't do anything about it..."[/color] Nancy admitted, turning her face away so Mads and Niah couldn't see her. [color=#9370DB]"There's a million Greeks on these quests and neither of you will have a Roman sword to back you up. That's bullshit... We're supposed to be strong and enduring, and we don't even have a home. We lost our home and we've been treated like trash."[/color][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]"Me? Cheat?"[/color] Leda asked, looking offended by her sister's words. She went up and tossed in a bit of food from her plate to her dear old mother, with an added prayer for Iris to convince Hephaestus to start airing Drag Race: Mount Olympus worldwide. She knew Apollo would take the crown, but Leda considered that hypothetical show to be the synthesis of her two cultures - Greek mythology [i]and[/i] gay. She then sped her way on over to her girlfriend, sitting down next to Kiera at the Hades Table, and glancing across at the younger company. 

	[color=a187be]"What are we talking about, luvs?"[/color] Leda asked, curious as to what she had missed. Even speedsters missed bits of conversations from time to time, it wasn't too unusual. Arthur was standing up, looking as official as a small baby child can look - and Andy was still eating. Probably a good idea. Quests often were just stretches of looking for food to gorge on after skipping a few meals. And as a speedster, Leda tended to need to eat more than most. [color=a187be]"You two excited?"[/color] she asked the kids.