<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monday, January 6th - 10:30 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/>It was late. Marley had taught her course on Politics over twelve hours ago, and yet she was still wearing her 'professional' clothes. She always seemed to dress the nicest on Monday, and by Friday it was t-shirts and overalls. Truthfully, there wasn't a reason to dress fancy, considering they were in a post-Apocalypse and most of the student's respected her out of necessity. But since the Cathedral had<em>survived</em>the events of the Eclipse, most of Marley's old clothes were still in relatively pristine condition.<em>If she actually had a teaching degree, in another life, she probably would have dressed like this all the time.</em>And some days it felt good to pretend. To pretend she wasn't the only person capable of surviving endless mass destruction. To pretend she was someone other than a founder of a super powered boarding school.<em>To pretend she actually knew what the actual fuck she was doing.</em><br/><br/>It was better<em>before.</em>Marley walked down the hallway of the third floor of the Cathedral, she ran her clean finger tips along the old walls, tempting closed doors. Before the war, they had had six supervisors, who not only worked hard but shared the workload.<em>Then four of them left.</em>Four of them left to fight in the war, with no guarantee of returning, in<em>any state</em>. It was only her and Eric at the Cathedral, and a few students who had also stayed behind. Eric was the better teacher -- he was nice, and approachable and committed to his students -- so she gave most of the classroom duties to him while she... did all of the other administration<em>garbage</em>. The behind the scenes stuff that<em>before</em>, required little thought. Marley walked slowly down one staircase, her nude heels<em>clicking</em>on the steps. Two years ago, the IOS was well funded and respected the wishes of its satellite schools. Support was never a question. But now... Marley ascended the second staircase. She knew Amber was a night owl, and was likely still at work at the computer station, near the front of the Medical Bay.<br/><br/>Now every inch of support was an uphill battle. Even when the other four supervisors returned, Marley had clung to her administration duties like a god damn security blanket.<em>Her entire family almost died in the war. The least she could do was handle the administration stress on her own.</em>She had even cut-back on her existing courses to do<em>all</em>of the financial responsibilities. She looked over the ground floor lobby. It was quiet, for once. She turned and headed down the hall, the walls shifting from old, worn-in wallpaper to shiny, metal panels. Most of the house looked like it was from the Victorian era, but the entire back half of the ground floor looked like it was from a spaceship. Everything in the Medical Bay had, at one point, been fully gifted from the IOS when the school went public. But the IOS didn't give presents anymore.<em>In fact, like the economy, they were failing.</em>A slow, but steady fall. A fall that Marley was keeping as secret as she could. There were other issues, more overt ones, that the students should focus on. Namely security.<em>How many of them had told her of the dangers they had come from, before showing up here?</em>None of their students had a happy past, and Marley wanted to ensure that the school kept their nightmares away.<br/><br/>"Amber?" Marley called, stepping around storage lockers and other buzzing systems. They needed a security system that functioned in the world now, that didn't rely on the IOS or anything else. Something consistent, something powerful. Amber hadn't been at the Cathedral for very long, but her powers allowed her to develop and control technology in ways Marley couldn't have thought possible. "How is your project coming along?" Perhaps it had been selfish of her to ask one of the newest recruits to halt their combat lessons in lieu of building software, but it was what the Cathedral needed.<em>And, based on what little she knew of Amber's past, Amber wasn't inclined to fight, so this arrangement was a win-win.</em>