<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th – 10:00 AM</strong></span><br/><em>Outside Marley’s Office</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Jinx598.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong>Gylda Gabriela Alejandra Dias<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>As pictured with red sweatpants and sneakers (https://images.asos-media.com/products/asos-pantalon-de-jogging-avec-bande-contrastee-sur-le-cote/6935497-4?$XXL$&wid=513&fit=constrain)<br/><strong>DOING:</strong>Waiting on Marley to be done with the new girl so she can start the tour.<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong>None<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Gia<br/><hr/>Normally Gigi liked mornings. Everything was quiet and calm.  She wasn’t inundated with stimuli and her probabilities revolved more around what she was going to have for breakfast than the likelihood they would run out of fresh vegetables if the average temperature increased 2 degrees and held for two weeks.  She felt almost normal early in the morning so she was often up before most of the Cathedral as long a random party didn’t break out the night before.  It had been two weeks since an all Cathedral rager.  That put the probability of house debauchery at about 81.4% in the next four days.  If you included the weekend it rose another 6.7% with a +/- 3% margin of error. That was down from December but holidays were always an outlier.  Cathedral parties overall had been down a full 13.9% since the shit hit the fan and was still on the decline.<br/><br/>Lately mornings hadn’t been the sanctuary they used too.  Her mind drifted to Amanda, her best friend, or she was until she was killed by the Eclipse.  Now she woke up running hypotheticals. The probability Amanda would still be alive had Gigi gone with her.  The probability they both would have died.  That Gigi would have died and Amanda lived.  It was always hauntingly the same, had Gigi just gone with her, she there was a higher probability that Amanda would still be alive and that guilt was soul crushing.  When she was awake she threw herself into Cathedral logistics.  Her world was a swirl of calculations and probabilities.  She had become coldly robotic in her assessments and practically given up her pension for pranks.  The flood of information she used to keep her thoughts from the cold harsh reality of her role in Amanda’s death gave her splitting headaches.  She had resorted to binge drinking and sleeping late to help alleviate the migraines but she was slipping.  That could have been why Marley decided she would be running tours for incoming students. As a way of snapping her out of her own held.  Maybe she was giving Marley too much credit and she just didn’t want to do it herself. It was a 50/50 proposition.<br/><br/>50.325/49.675 to be exact.<br/><br/>A sigh escaped pouty red lips as she watched the percentage the door would open slowly tick up.  The sound of chairs scraping saw it jump to 89.2% and turn from dark green to yellowy green.  Gig’s mind processed probability in raw numbers and color gradients. Reds and purples were low, blues held a large margin of error while greens and yellows were high probabilities. The more stimuli, the more likely her vision would swirl with colors.  She was told it was odd, but it was how she had always seen the world, a dizzying halo of numbers and colors.  Gigi focused her attention on the door and the halo faded into the background.  She tried to plaster on a smile, but it looked more like she just tasted something odd.  The voices grew closer as did the sound of footsteps and the door drew open.<br/><br/>“Hi, I’m Gigi.” She said as the two figures exited the office.<br/>