<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Tuesday, January 14th - 12:30pm</strong></span><br/><em>Medical Bay</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ca/57/58/ca5758f31afa250c688896007326854f.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>WHO:</strong> Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Romper (as pictured), tan sandals<br/><strong>DOING:</strong> Finances, eating a popsicle<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong> --<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Adam, Tiggy | OPEN</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Marley had spent most of Tuesday morning by herself. It wasn’t because of her love life, though that was still complicated as fuck. It was because someone needed to work through the Cathedral’s financial problems. She had started in the dining room, but had quickly moved to the medical bay. While the Eclipse had destroyed the WIFI, the electrical systems of the Cathedral allowed their state of the art computers to still turn on, and software to open. She sat in front of one of the large screens, one hand on the arrow key, the other holding an orange popsicle in her mouth. Large maps and papers were scattered in front of her, so much so that the rest of the computer keyboard was barely visible. As she flipped through old documents and archives saved to their hard drive long ago, her bright blue eyes scanned for new solutions. <em>Amber did a good job recovering the files, at least.</em><br/><br/>At the three knocks, she turned her head, the wheels of her chair rolling along the metal floor as she simultaneously pushed away from the computer. Most people in the house didn’t bother knocking, so it was a welcomed change. There was a <em>smack</em> as she pulled the popsicle from her lips. It may have been her forth one, but she was immortal so who gave a fuck what she ate for lunch. Those same blue eyes drifted from the poised young woman in her armor to the young, weathered and uncomfortable male behind her. <br/><br/><em>Interesting, indeed.</em> She swallowed, choosing her next words carefully. Undoubtedly, Antigone’s attire and demeanor was a bit startling to those who didn't know her. “Thank you, Antigone,” Marley stayed in her chair, still facing towards her work. Antigone’s actions were awkward, but not incorrect. “You may go to your afternoon combat class if you wish,” she emphasized the words <em>combat class</em> for the young man’s benefit, as if it explained Antigone's outfit, “I should be <em>just</em> fine here.” It certainly wasn't her first student introduction, and something told her it probably wouldn't be her last, either. Although she appreciated Antigone's protective nature, her sword was probably a bit too much in this case. Or at least, Marley <em>hoped</em> it was.<br/><br/>She took a bite of her popsicle, and chewed. The mango flavor wasn't as good as the lime one she had ate ten minutes ago. <em>Yet another new person had arrived on her doorstep.</em> It reminded her of when the Cathedral first went public. Only then, they had the finances of the IOS to support a steady influx of members, so new faces were far less stressful. She finally turned her chair towards the young man, titled her head at him with a sly smile. “If you are requesting an audience with me, I <em>do</em> hope you’ve brought something to show and tell, Adam Kincaid.”<br/></span>