<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Sunday, January 5th - 12:00 PM</strong></span><br/><em>Greenhouse - Under Construction</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d2/59/16/d259162ef6716be1e3900dc44e636828.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> Striped bathing suit (as pictured)<br/><strong>DOING:</strong> Sun bathing<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong> --<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Tia | CLOSED</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Marley’s cheeks slowly, inaudibly released their air as Tia seemed fine to discuss both subjects. She blinked again as the other woman mentioned her late wife. Marley knew a little about Kesi, enough to know that she would hold a part of Tia’s heart until Tia <em>died</em>, but not much more. <br/><br/>“I don’t even eat cashews as cashews, so it will be a new experience for me either way.” She gave a gentle smile. Clearly, there was a reason <em>Tia</em> was in charge of building the Cathedral’s greenhouse, and diversifying the school’s food supply, and not Marley. Regardless, Marley was glad to hear that Tia was pleased with her project. It wasn’t the only project Marley had given to a member of the Cathedral before. Over time, she had learned that others wanted to feel useful and needed. The Eclipse had only amplified these desires, and now, more than ever, people just wanted to move forward. They wanted to keep busy, to have a new purpose. As Marley’s mind never ceased to find problems to fix, giving other people tasks or projects was easy. It was something small she could do to make their lives better.<br/><br/><br/>Though, if she was honest, Tia’s project was much more work than she had initially anticipated. The greenhouse had to be <em>built</em> before the busty woman could even start her complex experimentation with her plants, and other food sources. <em>And who knew how successful that would be.</em> It wasn’t like they had someone with foresight in the house. Besides, building a structure, even with superpowers, was quite labor intensive. To her credit, Tia did not seem phased, not one bit. Marley wondered if the sun ever felt funny to her, too.<br/><br/>“Is <em>that</em> what wine does?” Marley mused with a soft smile, acting surprised, “I’m more of a tequila gal myself.” Her mind wandered back to the legendary parties her and the other founders initially used the estate for, before students had ever arrived. “But if you have a few bottles, I might join you.” Since Marley was now an administrator, perhaps wine was the more professional way of getting drunk, rather than twenty to thirty shots. “It will take more than a glass or two for me to feel the effects however,” she cautioned, explaining other side effects of her powers. The greater resistance to drugs and alcohol was less fortunate than her clear skin.<br/><br/>She was quite for a moment, thinking. <em>Was she too paranoid?</em> Eric pointed out her anxiety more often than not. Students had also clarified many times that they could handle themselves. But she couldn’t help but feel like she was <em>missing</em> something. “I guess I just want everyone to feel safe,” she eventually said, with another small shrug, “and the more threats I can deal with, the closer I get to achieving that.” Marley suddenly rolled onto her side, laying one bare leg on top of the other to face Tia. She folded one arm behind her head, catching her brown hair that shimmered in the bright, hot sun. “Malcolm Trench and his dipshit soldiers are a threat that needs to be dealt with for you to feel safe. So I will deal with them.” It was as simple as that. Tia had already lost her wife. <em>Someone that she loved completely.</em> Marley wasn’t sure she could ever commit to one person like that, it seemed so... breathtaking and mature. <em>Tia didn’t need to lose anything else.</em> Marley would make sure of that. “Whoever Malcolm Trench is, the worst he can do is kill me. And that never sticks,” she winked, somewhat playfully, at the woman lounging next to her.<br/></span>