<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monday, January 6th - 10:35 PM</strong></span><br/><em>Medical Bay (Computer Station)</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/06/8a/78/068a784bd2176ad1eed0bd4e56afc321.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong>Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Dressy outfit as pictured<br/><strong>DOING:</strong>Checking in<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong>--<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Amber | OPEN<br/><hr/><br/>Marley had yet to die from electrocution. She was sure the likelihood of that occurring had risen, especially if Amber touched live wires like they were no fucking problem at all.<em>Did she at least want a better chair to sit in while she did so?</em>Marley wasn’t sure what to offer the younger woman. “Okay, but keep in mind, Amber,” she could at least offer advice, “both you, me, Barry and likely Kaine and the twins are not susceptible to electricity. Dani might be immune too, though I’m not entirely certain what happens to her body when she stretches.” She pulled over a rather fancy, and therefore out of place, chair on wheels. She sat down, crossing her legs. “That means other supers might not be susceptible to it either.” It wasn’t a bad idea. It just needed a wider range. In this climate, most of their threats were other supers.<br/><br/>“Remind me again what EMPs are and why they could pose a threat to us,” admittedly, Marley hadn’t spent a lot of time studying technology. A lot of the phrases that left Amber’s<em>lips</em>went well over her<em>head</em>, even in heels. But, Amber did look like she was invested in the…<em>project</em>. She obviously didn’t like Marley’s choice of words, or even Marley’s sudden interruption, but Marley didn’t press the issue. Amber was new to the Cathedral and had obviously been through fucking hell to get here. She didn’t trust Marley yet. In fact, she barely trusted<em>anyone</em>-- she seemed much more at home with the computers in front of her. In fact, half the reason Marley had come downstairs to find the young girl was to inquire if she had eaten dinner. Or slept recently.<em>Was it just her imagination, or did Amber seem to feed off of the technology she built?</em><br/><br/>Marley pressed her lips together and attempted to be more encouraging. “No one has ever looked into these systems except for you, so, you’re the expert.” It was true. Somehow, she was relying on a nineteen year old tech wizard for guidance. But anything was better than relying on the IOS. “We just used what was already set up until… well, we couldn’t.” Massive power outages had been an initial sign of the Eclipse. Technology still had yet to recover fully from that, though it was better. At least Amber had gotten her old iPod working for party shenanigans. The songs were, undoubtedly, a little dated, but fuck it.