<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monday, January 6th - 11:00 PM</strong></span><br/><em>Kitchen</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>Teaching, eating<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong>--<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Amber | OPEN<br/><hr/>Marley inhaled into her nose as Amber admitted to not trusting others, or even knowing how to do so. But she was at the Cathedral to learn. She could<em>learn</em>how to trust. Surely,<em>someone</em>here could teach her. Most of her peers came from terrible pasts, too. The older woman pressed her lips together before speaking frankly. “And now your survival depends on interacting with others, not just coexisting from afar.” Marley looked at her, having yet to drop her bright blue gaze from the young, rigid girl across the table. “When you finish your project Amber, I expect you will teach the mechanics of it to everyone else here, and they will inform you of its worth but also of its inadequacies.” Like Marley had done earlier this evening. “The only way that will happen is if they have a working relationship with you, so it is delightful that you have decided to attend your mandatory classes." She leaned over and took the rejected other half grilled ham and cheese sandwich on Amber's plate. Though her words could have sounded playful, Marley's tone was in no way teasing Amber.<br/><br/>She took a rather big bite of the sandwich. Food was a valuable resource, best not to waste it. "Though, if you are lying to me," she swallowed her bite so the next few words were clearer, "I'd rather you lie about going to bed within the next hour, instead of continuing to work on your project by yourself into the early hours of the morning." She leaned back in her chair with a knowing look, quickly finishing the rest of Amber's dejected sandwich.<em>It would have been better with sour cream.</em>Marley stared quietly at her student for a moment, considering all she had said.<br/><br/>Amber expected people not to like her. Not surprising, as the young girl clearly didn’t think there was anything likeable about her in the first place. "You’re a scavenger." Marley said finally, running her tongue along her teeth, cleaning any remnants of food. "You’re rough, but not unlikable.” Some members in the house were harder to like than others, Marley knew. Yet, no one here was a bad person, or at least, a judgemental one. They all had<em>way</em>too much of their own baggage to judge others. "Also, your powers and your imagination are fucking cool," her lack of a professional teaching degree showed then, "don't be afraid to show them off every once and a while. That's like, the one good thing about this shit climate." The war had made superpowers acceptable, and even revered. Oh, the<em>things</em>Marley would do if she could control technology like Amber.<br/>