<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th - 8:25 AM</strong></span><br/><em>Kitchen</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6a/13/6c/6a136c3876bb0b7116281a2a64c67163.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong>Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Pajamas, fake glasses (both pictured)<br/><strong>DOING:</strong>Finishing breakfast, observing<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong>--<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Eric, Kaine, Gia | OPEN<br/><hr/><br/>Eric warned her to lighten up around the new recruit. It wasn't that Marley didn't want the Cathedral to rebuild, but since the events of the Eclipse, everything and everyone could be a potential threat. Even this reserved, unkempt, hungry blonde girl. But<em>of course</em>they had room.<em>Especially since many of their former members died in the war.</em>Marley watched as Kaine lifted the refrigerator to retrieve his sacred breakfast. At this point, sugary cereal was more or less a relic of the past, and he knew it. If Eric was correct, and there was<em>nothing</em>in a 50 mile radius of the Cathedral, Kaine likely wouldn't be eating 'Cinnamon Toast Crunch' for much longer.<br/><br/>She made a mental note to talk to Amber about helping them establish a more secure communication system -- one that withstood their current climate and did not rely on the IOS whatsoever. Kaine suddenly kissed her forehead. Marley didn't budge. It wasn't the first time he'd done so. He'd done it when he and the others left to fight in the Eclipse.<em>It was his way of telling her to stop pouting.</em><br/><br/>Marley cleared her throat, trying her best to appear more<em>inviting</em>. "Well, Gia," she added, taking the plate of pancakes Eric had clearly prepared for<em>her</em>and set them down in front of the new girl<em>instead</em>, "between Kaine's precious cereal and Eric's pancakes, it looks like you have their vote." Of course, it wasn't that simple with Marley. Especially not now. Undoubtedly, since she made it to the Cathedral, Gia was<em>gifted</em>. She could very well be dangerous too, even if she didn't intend to be. Students they took in often had uncontrolled or untapped abilities, and with their dwindling resources and the world around them, it was more difficult to maintain a safe haven than ever before. "We'll make sure you get cleaned up after you eat," a shower would work wonders for her, "but in the meantime we have a few questions, as you might imagine." Marley stepped up to the table and leaned on its surface on her elbows, so that she was similar height to Gia. "First and foremost, the Cathedral is a training academy for supers, run by the three of us and a few others. Given..." Marley paused, choosing her next words carefully, "recent events, were you followed or sent by any threats we need to know about?" It was a fair question. Niceties would wait if there was danger on the horizon or even moments away.