<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th - 10:00 AM</strong></span><br/><em>Outside Amber's Room</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.interviewmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/06/img-alycia-debnam-carey-_202657928325-769x1000.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong>Amber Jenson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15293218#msg15293218)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Blue jeans, grey tee-shirt, trainers<br/><strong>DOING:</strong>Waiting for her moment to strike<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong>-<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Gigi, Gia, closed<br/><hr/><br/>Amber was admittedly very frustrated by the whole notion that was her thought process on Gylda Gabriela Alejandra Dias, better know to most as Gigi.  Their initial meeting hadn't gone well, which was fine, most of Amber's first meetings with people didn't go well.  She was just used to that, really.  What she wasn't used to was the fact that she had this burning desire to see more of Gigi.  To get to know her and learn about her.  Only problem, well at least in her mind, was that she really didn't think that Gig wanted anything to do with her.  They definitely hadn't been getting along and Amber knew that she wasn't doing much to help that.  Unable to figure out how to just say hello and try to have a conversation, Amber's way of getting attention had been the same that it had always been.  Pranks and snark and attitude and just making a nuisance of herself.  Really, it was the only regular interaction that she had with anyone around here and it involved just pissing her off more than anything else.<br/><br/>Of course, one problem that she did have was Gigi's ability to seemingly thwart her best laid plans and traps.  She knew it had something to do with Gigi's powers, information she'd gotten by listening in on conversations she hadn't been supposed to hear and also through what little information Marley had stored on the computers.  She hadn't figured out much of a way to get around it, so she had learned that the best she could really do was attacks of opportunity.  Finding an opening and sneaking in something quick and sudden without a lot of planning.  And it just so happened that today had been one of those days.  She had been sneaking her way towards the kitchen to get a bit of something to eat when she had one of the others telling Gigi that she was needed at Marley's office.  Normally, she wouldn't think that much of it except that she had heard mention of a tour being given, something that to her knowledge, Gigi had never been asked to do.<br/><br/>It didn't matter anyway.  What mattered was that it would mean Gigi was going to be distracted, so it would avoid Amber an opportunity to get a prank in.  Moving to the kitchen, she would look around and see what she could pull off on short notice.  It was then that she noticed a couple large bags of flour that were probably meant for baking at some point.  Not that they would get used for that purpose any longer as she smirked and poured them both into a massive bowl before added water.  Wet flour was so sticky and made a wonderful, well, sticky substance.  But as she looked at the milky substance, she felt that it was lacking something.  She stared at it for a moment before she realized exactly what she was thinking about and she grinned as she looked through the cupboards until she found a set of food coloring.  Thinking about it for a moment, she selected the bright red color and would add the entire bottle into her mixture and stirred until it was nice, thick, and red.  Grinning to herself, she decided that she had exactly what she was looking for.<br/><br/>She knew that she was running short of time.  Marley's meetings rarely lasted long, so the new girl would soon be given the tour.  In fact, she had already spotted Gigi giving said tour and gotten a look at the new girl.  Damn, was she beautiful.  And if this was a tour, then she knew that eventually it would have to go past her room.  So she would take her time and make her way up to the second floor to where her room was.  She knew that she didn't have much time, so she didn't have time to set up any way of delivery.  It was just going to have to be the old fashioned way.  Standing around a corner, she would hold the large bowl in her arms and then wait.  Soon enough, she heard the sounds of conversation approaching.  Remembering which side Gigi had been on while the girls were walking, she knew more or less where to aim.  Taking one last breath, she would wait until she heard them closing in and then she would come around the corner, the bowl turned in her hands as the mixture started to escape the bowl and was headed right towards her intended target.