<br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 15th, 3:00pm</strong></span><br/><em>The Cathedral, Out Front</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2018/09/davis.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong>Barthaholmew Alvin Creed (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15290256#msg15290256)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Jean and shirt<br/><strong>DOING:</strong>Observing, perimeter sweep<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Antigone, open<br/><hr/><br/>Barry was up our and about.  He had been looking about what to fix when he looked over to the side.<strong><em> ‘Wholly hell!’</em></strong>“Gottagogottago!”  He seemed to disappear from view as he was on a hill looking at the ship coming into the atmosphere and now all but bearing down on him.<br/><br/>“Seems they always aiming for a brotha!”  He teased as he took off running back in the direction that the ship came.  It left him halfway between the ship and the crash site.  He was looking around checking for debris as he ran to be back at the mansion.<br/><br/>“So what did I miss?”  He asked just as he created an electrical field around him to protect him from the sandstorm blow back.  He was completely concentrating to let the field expand to protect the house a bit more.  He knew it would only be a bit but it would be enough to have to not clean the house as much.  The field was nothing like what he thought it was, but now…he was looking at.  Antigone.<br/><br/>“Are you ok?!?  Do you need a medic?  Or anything?!?”  he said as he looked at her as he wondered if she was ok.  He was spitting our dust still.  “Sorry.”  He said as he looked at her.<br/>