[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's eye twitched as some kid came up to them, explaining that they were needed at the Big House. [i]Fucking radical.[/i] She purposefully pet her dragon, as it was a simple task, easy to focus on. Joanie didn't demand her to confront the worst moments of her life, over and over again. She had already gone through hell in this conversation with Zeke, and she felt tired and drained - she felt like a ghost possessing a zombie, all out of sorts, barely present. No doubt the [i]graecus scum[/i]	would pester her for every little detail, twisting and squeezing the trauma out of Nancy like a wet rag, desperate to retrieve each last drop. And when they were done, they would toss her aside like trash. 

	The kid turned to leave, and Zeke said they had to go. Nancy's legs felt stiff, rooted to the spot. She had just had a meltdown here - she wasn't in any rush to go have yet [i]another[/i] traumatic experience. And she really didn't like the way the Greeks ran their business anyways, it was messy and chaotic and doubtlessly would end up going in circles, forcing her to repeat herself over and over again. Nancy was tempted by the idea of riding off on a pegasus, of running away from all of this. She really was. She didn't want to face the Lotus Hotel and Casino ever again - she really didn't. It haunted her nightmares and her daydreams, those terrible memories always on repeat in the corner of her eye, following her like phantoms. 

	But as much as Nancy was thoroughly traumatized, she was also prideful. She wasn't going to run in fear in front of the Greeks. And while she didn't say so, she did care about Zeke - she didn't want to see him get hurt. [color=#9370DB]"Okay, we're going to establish some rules quickly,"[/color] Nancy said, her voice getting an authoritative edge to it, as if she were about to address the Senate of New Rome. [color=#9370DB]"I will not set foot inside that grody ass nightmare hotel. Period. I can go with you as far as the Strip. I will not answer the same question twice. I reserve the right to get up and leave at any moment, for any reason. But I will try to help how I can."[/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: Big House
[b][color=a187be]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Leda heard the car horn beeping and concluded that Argus must've been as annoyed with all the delays as she was. Fortunately, it seemed like the two slacking Romans finally showed up. The Romans were painfully slow. Leda shuddered to imagine a world in which she had been a Roman demigod; being a speedster over there must've been a special sort of hell. Leda already thought everyone was slow - the Romans made her fellow Greeks look like little Iris or Hermes legacies basically. [color=a187be]"It's about time!"[/color] Leda exclaimed. She then gave her girlfriend a grin, and a peck on the cheek. [color=a187be]"Race you to the van?"[/color] she teased. 

	[color=a187be]"I can even give you a 60 second head start,"[/color] Leda offered, [color=a187be]"to make things fair, of course."[/color] She winked. She knew that pretty much any head start she offered wouldn't really be enough time for Kiera to beat her, unless the head start happened to be the exact length of time (or more, really) that it would take Kiera to complete the trip. But it wasn't going to be that much time. There was no fun in that. And Leda wasn't always the most gracious loser - she loved to win, especially when it came to speed.