<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 6:05am</strong></span><br/><em>The Cathedral, Front Porch - Entry</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, 7:52am.<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Creed, open<br/><hr/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=317107.msg15312747#msg15312747">Quote from: Gannameade on 12-03-2020, 23:50:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“I wish for you to be my love slave, concubine!”  He said flatly.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>She accepted this with a nod, and began unbuckling her breastplate before his pause was over, his next words taking it back, she colored again adjusting the strap instead of unbuckling it. Was this what dealing with people outside a military hierarchy was like?<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=317107.msg15312747#msg15312747">Quote from: Gannameade on 12-03-2020, 23:50:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“I am but joking.  We haven’t made anyone pay in ever….ours is a commune we help one another, take care of one another, defend one another.  Can you do that Antigone?”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><br/>Again he confused her, taking her hand in his and being all gallant while his words did not make sense. "Say what you mean. Must I belong to someone until I earn my place or not? If so, how do I challenge out of that status and when can I take that challenge. The only semi-successful communes were the sex based ones from the sixties, and though it sounds fun and interesting, I would prefer to be on top. How soon may I challenge for voting rights.?"<br/><br/>Food for her story, fine. "I can tell you my story, you feed me. That works, then you can offer me the answer to my questions while we find a place to lay my pallet."<br/><br/>She composed herself, this was one part of the interview process that she needed to get out of the way. "Dad was Navy, so was Mom, though she was with the Trans-Galactic Fleet. She was a Science nerd, much like me and maths, according to dad, and needed a distraction one day. He fit the menu, I was the cost. They tried to stay in touch, but something about long-distance rates out of planetary system. Dad was a kidder, he was also human. Mom was not, and no, I do not know much about her species." This was where the odd looks and either silence or questions came in, or he would go get his superiors.<br/><br/>