<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 6:30am</strong></span><br/><em>The Cathedral, Kitchen</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Vedaa_Arsenal.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong>Antigone Ray Shanae Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Armored in Steel and Gold, black skirt and calf-high flex-steel war boots<br/><strong>DOING:</strong>Arriving<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong>Sunrise is still almost two hours away, 8:00 am.<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Creed, open<br/><hr/><br/>He really hadn't noticed, she followed, but sedately, she marked the doors as indicated, grey water usage from there, good. The floors, though not worthy of eating off, were clean, the rug recently beat if not yesterday, the polish on the banister, the woodwork was dry but not  cracking. They really had been spared much of the ravages of the outside world, or held to the past with an iron grip. She wondered, did they have that much strength that they could piss away manpower on niceties like dusting, or were they that far behind on the defenses line? She would know soon and see how she could help. She stopped for a second two steps from the door. She had decided to stay. She nodded. They could use her, she could use something this stable, especially if they were truly this stable.<br/><br/>"I will stay. I will see where I can help, what we can automate, and what we can improve. Aquifer, Aqueduct, Tubing, making a simple water flow system for hydroponics isn't the problem. Viable seeds, this is what has killed so many attempts outside here. Most of the seeds and plant life seem to have been sterilized. I know a place with tomatoes and pot, though they are limited on water supply, so it limits their production."<br/><br/>Stepping to the door, he could smell him standing there. So close, clean. Gods, what did he smell like? The room was something out of her past. She hadn't been anywhere this nice since her power struck, since the first day of the Eclipse. She truly thought this level of life beyond her grasp for years to come. "It's nice, more than I expected."  She turned to him, her hand slow and deliberate as it rose to grip his tee and draw him close. "You open your doors to me, tell me I'm pretty, feed me, offer me a place to stay, even tell me where you sleep." Her lips come closer, "You call me by name, Antigone, you call me warrior, Greek, love-slave, con-cu-bine, and now, my lady," she kissed him, slow, sweet, not deep, sweet lip service with a promise beneath. Stepping back, her hand on the door, "Next time, give me something to call you, aside from Master." She shut the door between them, her inside, him outside.<br/><br/>She tossed the saddlebags to the bed, catching her breath against the door, before asking herself,<em>What the hell was that? Where did that come from? She was not that girl, she was awkward, and willful. Who was that girl.</em>She couldn't leave it like that, but could she face him again? Fear, that decided her, fear didn't make sense. She stepped to the bed, lifted her saddlebags, they were heavier this time, and turning left the room. the higher-ups had to accept her first, she must be vetted he said. It was nice for the second she had claimed it.<br/><br/>Stepping clear of the door as she shut it, she schooled her face and looked for him. "The room is not mine, yet." There was hesitation between the mine and yet. Hope, but resignation. "I must be vetted, I will wait outside, by my bike. I feel fresh air is in order." As if nothing had transpired there in the doorway, she made for the stairs. Her destination, the door, her mind wondered if the open road was really that bad. She had said she would stay. She will stay, if they would have her.