[hr][hr][center][h3][color=a187be][b]🌈👻 Leda Storm 👻🌈[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/24d233203ba177eff60c84345d385502/tumblr_inline_p1oaitQ5YD1rifr4k_540.gif[/img][hr][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Tartarus 
[b][color=a187be]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Leda chuckled slightly. [color=a187be]"Careful there, my girl might get jealous,"[/color] she said, wondering for a brief moment if Kiera [i]was[/i] the jealous type. It sent a little thrill through her to contemplate. She found herself hoping she was. [color=a187be]"But to answer your question, I s'pose so? As good as one can sleep in, well, hell."[/color] The demigod dreams were standard, nothing out of the ordinary, nothing to let her mind stress about too much. It wouldn't do her any good. Dreams had a way of only making sense after it was too late anyways. 

	Leda sat down next to Mads, grabbing one of the rabbits and tearing into it. It didn't taste amazing - they didn't have any seasonings down here, but food was food. It warmed her stomach as it went down, and gave her a little more energy - not that she was sure she even [i]needed[/i] to eat anymore. Being a ghost was weird and confusing. She needed some sort of a handbook for the recently deceased. [color=a187be]"Mmm... Well, assuming 'course that I somehow return to life, I'm going to snog the hell out of my girlfriend. And do some other stuff, too. I've already got the rabbit - just need the wand, if you catch my drift. And yourself?"[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h3][color=#9370DB][b]☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9b/90/2f/9b902f5d69130f56f888762eda7f6939.gif[/img][hr][b][color=#9370DB]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Half-blood
[b][color=#9370DB]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Nancy heard the twig [i]snap[/i] and turned on her heel, bowstring drawn back, arrow knocked and ready. The woods had monsters kept within them for hunting - good practice for demigods, and part of the reason why Nancy ventured into them for her morning therapy. As much as her entire world had been turned upside down, Nancy wasn't intending on dying. She thought her father would keep his word - that her soul would be spared the damnation of the Underworld, the endless torture, both parties and punishments, and that she'd instead be turned into a tree. But a tree at Camp Half-blood was [i]not[/i] what she had in mind. 

	It was a cyclops. 

	Just a cyclops. 

	He seemed friendly. 

	Slowly, Nancy eased her grip on the bowstring, lowering the bow down to her side. [color=#9370DB]"...Hi,"[/color] Nancy said, the numbness she felt slowly evolving into awkwardness and uncertainty. Was the cyclops part of the Camp? She couldn't remember. She'd been so focused on Rome and Mads, she hadn't really gone out of her way to meet more of the Greeks than necessary. Her gaze briefly darted through to where the trees thinned somewhat, letting her see some Greek campers enjoying the beach, the sound. Was this a trick? Did they stock cyclopses in the woods? 

	She plastered on a brave face, smiling as she tilted her head slightly. [color=#9370DB]"I'm [i]fantastic[/i]. What about yourself? You building a tiny house?"[/color] she asked, referring to the branches in his hands.