[hr][hr][center][h3][color=#9370DB][b]☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/fbjDf03P/811f468296e2c205d4b5d19d5d6c0b9ff7745b0e-00.gif[/img][hr][b][color=#9370DB]Location:[/color][/b] Mount Rushmore, South Dakota
[b][color=#9370DB]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Braden seemed fairly nice. Most former members of the Legion Nancy had met tended to be pretty helpful. It was one of the things she loved about Camp Jupiter - that everyone, no matter how insufferable, did try to pitch in when needed. There was a community, a support network that extended out of California, all the way here into South Dakota. No matter where they went, a member of the Legion was never really alone. It was like a socially constructed security net. 

	He had given his name, and answered that he was part of the Fifth Cohort. They were seen as somewhat losers around Camp Jupiter, requiring no letters of rec or anything from the gods to get in. Anyone could be there. And while some people were probably convinced Nancy had inter-cohort prejudice, she honestly didn't care. The only reason she had gotten a letter from Apollo was because he felt somewhat bad or guilty about not noticing she had been trapped in the Lotus Hotel, and it had been his attempts to pay her off more or less. She would've rather been placed in the Fifth Cohort and never spent a minute in the Lotus Hotel. She would've changed the timeline to be like that in a heartbeat. 

	[color=#9370DB]"What are the machines for?"[/color] Nancy asked as they got out and headed on inside - she didn't recognize the sleek looking silver thing that was thinner than some books, or the other bulkier thing with it.