<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Sunday, January 5th - 8:15 PM</strong></span><br/><em>Tia's Bedroom</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/74/85/5f/74855f3c39ee46344adc5276e4f95415.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> Cute outfit (pictured), barefeet<br/><strong>DOING:</strong> Having drinks<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong> --<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Tia | CLOSED</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">At the sight of the other woman’s soft, stretchy robe, Marley wondered if she should take her business, pleated trousers off, too. Then again, that wasn’t really appropriate, and she was pretty damn sure she’d already made an ass of herself earlier, <em>without</em> displaying her underwear. “Hi, Tia,” she commented lightly as she stepped through the open bedroom door. A quick glance around the room made her notice more differences, beyond their attire. If Tia’s bedroom was bohemian, Marley had taken a much more minimal approach to her quarters. She had kept her office desk and bookshelves, but only moved her dresser, beloved hammock, and – <em>now dead</em> – plants into the space. Many new members thought Marley’s office was… just her office, and that her hammock was rather out of place.<br/><br/>But before Marley could say much else, she was swept into Tia’s whirlwind, and handed a glass of wine. She swirled the alcohol in its clear container for a moment before eyeing the spot next to Tia on the couch. <em>How the fuck did she get a couch up two flights of stairs? Did she ever stop working?</em> Marley asked neither question as she sat down on the opposite end of the couch. She swirled her wine again, before taking two generous gulps of it. It didn’t taste like much to her, but with her powers that was to be expected.<br/><br/>“Look…” Marley began, looking mostly at her lap still, “I know my powers might make things difficult and awkward. I also know that I am, quite possibly, the <em>least</em> deserving of them and I know there are or <em>were</em> other people you wish had them instead of me…” Her late wife chief among them. “But sometimes I <em>need</em> to talk about them. I don’t know how else to do so, because if I’m not making inappropriate jokes then I’m recounting all the terrors I’ve come back from.” Marley gave a small shrug, and then looked at Tia with what could only be described as a small, sad smile. “Not all of which were self-inflicted…” Some of them were. When Marley was younger, she did like to experiment with her powers, much like any other teenager with supernatural abilities and hormones. But most of her deaths, at least the ones she could remember, weren’t intentional.<br/><br/>“That said,” she swallowed another full mouthful of wine, almost finishing her glass, “I <em>am</em> sorry if what I said was insensitive. No one likes talking about death, especially not now with the…” instead of finishing that thought, Marley gestured to view outside of the window’s in Tia’s bedroom, which showed the devastated landscape after the Eclipse. “So I don’t really talk about my powers, ever.” She finished her glass easily, still feeling clear headed, and not intoxicated at all. She breathed, then smiled again at the woman sitting across from her. This time far more visibly. “Besides, your abilities are way more interesting. I’m sure the kids would love a demo, if you were ever up to it. I know you like work that involves carpentry and sweat, but other teaching methods have their elegance too,” she looked into Tia’s eyes with a smirk, “and I say that as a high school drop out.”<br/></span>