<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Sunday, January 5th - 12:00 PM</strong></span><br/><em>Greenhouse - Under Construction</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d2/59/16/d259162ef6716be1e3900dc44e636828.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> Striped bathing suit (as pictured)<br/><strong>DOING:</strong> Sun bathing<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong> --<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Tia | CLOSED</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">For a long moment, Tia was quiet. Marley’s smile gradually waned as she wondered what the other woman was thinking about; if she had said too much about her powers or Malcolm Trench or… <em>anything</em>, really. Tia had only been at the Cathedral for a few months, and she had a bad habit of keeping to herself. She worried her silence was a sign she had said something wrong. So when Tia actually agreed to hypothetical drinks, Marley was a bit surprised. “Oh,” she responded as Tia endorsed drinking together, “Kay,” as the other woman said she would make Marley something <em>stiffer</em>. What did <em>that</em> mean? Did Tia have bartending skills Marely was unaware of? <em>Because if so, there were way better things to do on a Sunday than build a greenhouse –</em><br/><br/>Tia was holding her hand. Marley’s gaze drifted across their warm grasp to Tia’s brown eyes as she listened to the startling words escaping the other woman’s soft, pink lips. <em>Tia was undervaluing herself.</em> First of all, she was worth protecting, in Marley’s opinion, and she wasn’t the only one Marley was keeping safe inside the Cathedral. Malcolm Trench was but one threat a newcomer had told Marley about in confidence. Besides, Tia <em>didn’t</em> owe Marley anything. <em>She</em> was building the Cathedral a greenhouse, <em>Marley</em> was keeping her true identity a secret from the IOS. She had thought the stipulations of their deal had been clear, not just beneficial. <br/><br/>She opened her own lips to say something, but Tia just kept going.<br/><br/>Marley wasn’t sure she could keep <em>that</em> promise. Even before the war, she had her own bad habit of finding trouble, and consequently dying. And now, with a bunch of hormonal youths with superpowers, it was sure to happen again – even by accident. <em>Wasn’t that kind of the point of her regenerative powers though?</em> If she died, she would come back. There was <em>nothing</em> to suggest otherwise. Sure, the heat felt funny some days, but the heatwave was created by some bizarre, wrathful alien force who was bent on destroying the world. It was January, and they had no snow. By all accounts, this heat should feel funny, and it wasn’t impairing her abilities to heal herself. Marley blinked at Tia as the woman stood, seemingly eager to get back to work. <em>But today was a ‘nope’ day.</em> <br/><br/>“I promise I won’t stay dead because of you,” Marley called, still lying on her side in her lawn chair. Wasn’t Tia the one teasing <em>her</em> about not taking a day off? Maybe she really <em>had</em> offended the woman. Dammit, <em>Marley</em>, her wife died, she was almost kidnapped, and now she had be Ms. Handywoman for a bunch of ragtag misfits. <em>She needed to be more sensitive if she was going to –</em><br/><br/>Marley sat up straighter in her lawn chair as Tia mentioned drinks, in just a few hours, so casually she may as well have asked Marley to pass her a hammer and a box of nails. Marley raised an eyebrow, but slowly, a sly smile appeared on the corners of her mouth. She thought about saying something more, but decided against it, watching the vacant doorway to the greenhouse for another moment before standing from her lawn chair, and leaving the funny backyard heat altogether.<br/><br/>&lt;&lt;end scene for Marley&gt;&gt;</span>