<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 6:20am</strong></span><br/><em>The Cathedral, Kitchen</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Vedaa_Arsenal.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong>Antigone Ray Shanae Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Armored in Steel and Gold, black skirt and calf-high flex-steel war boots<br/><strong>DOING:</strong>Arriving<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong>Sunrise is still almost two hours away, 8:00 am.<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Creed, open<br/><hr/>Kneeling before the sink she opens the cabinet, aghast at the waste. "The wealth, and they wash their dishes with it." She wanted a tour of the grounds, where was the well, the rain tanks, filtration systems.<br/><br/>The front door opens as Antigone draws her saddlebags from the motorcycle, held aloft by their buckles, a crease in her forehead as she concentrates and the door settles shut. Reaching out and accepting the saddle bags from the air as from a servant. Antigone turned to Barthaholmew, "Lead the way Master."