<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th, 9:00 AM</strong></span><br/><em>The Cathedral, Tiggy's Room, Squee!</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d5/Vedaa_Arsenal_2.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong>Antigone Ray Shanae Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Turquoise bikini top and bottom, grey vest and knee length skirt, flex-steel combat boots<br/><strong>DOING:</strong>Sweating bullets<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Barry<br/><hr/><br/>Antigone paced off her room again, her plans for the room developing as she focused. Withdrawing her chair, she climbed to reach the ceiling. She lightly marked a square on the ceiling with a bit of charcoal from her bags. Yes, the suspension chain and hook there. Stepping down from the chair she again surveyed the room, Light markings delineate where shelving and improvements to the room should go. She even intended to extend the base of the window for a reading nook. The knock at her door and her hand reached for her sword, lining up like a needle to the North, but she did not call her blade. This was a safe place they said, she needed to hear that, to see the truth of that, and that required offering them the chance.<br/><br/>Knocking was a courtesy, she hadn't even looked to see that there was a lock on the door. There was, but she hadn't expected it, so she hadn't sealed it. She rolled the handle with her power, opening the door as she stood in the center of the room. "Yes? Who is it?" Antigone turned to the door. "Oh, hello." She squared up and smiled, like she practiced. Her head tilted. She remembered the meme about the crazy girlfriend.