The Cathedral {Grounds}
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				Title: <strong>The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>08-04-2020, 05:04:31</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/200407/54006f59b4a12a71fc71e7011c9d9252.png)<br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">The following scenes are public and take place outside the mansion.<br>Scenes described here should not be sexual in nature.</span><br></div><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">The Estate</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">The Cathedral is a <strong>three story</strong> Victorian mansion, that was abandoned for many years. It is in the middle of a large, gated estate.<br>After the events of The Eclipse, the outside environment is bleak, burning desert. Plant and animal life are scarce, and the sun is dangerous.</span><br><br><div class="floatright">(https://cdn.images.express.co.uk/img/dynamic/151/590x/secondary/grand-canyon-438104.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Combat Training</span></span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Front Yard:</strong> Open area, similar to a baseball diamond. After The Eclipse, the ground is nothing but sand/rocks.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Back Yard:</strong> Open area, larger than a baseball diamond. After The Eclipse, it is surrounded by black, dead trees.</span></li></ul><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Garage</span></span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Equipment:</strong> The garage area is managed by Kaine. It houses a variety of vehicles, mechanisms and tools.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Bedrooms:</strong> There are two small rooms in the back, each containing a pullout couch. Kaine owns one of these.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Tree Swing:</strong> Just outside of the garage, there is a large oak tree with a tree swing.</span></li></ul><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Greenhouse (in-progress)</span></span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Shed:</strong> At one time a second garage, Tia is in charge of converting this large old structure into greenhouse.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Salvage Piles:</strong> Pieces from the shed and elsewhere that are stored outside, and used to build the greenhouse.</span></li></ul><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Reservoir</span></span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Rainwater:</strong> Kaine conjures rain, held in a reservoir outside. With this infrastructure, water is always available.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Piping System:</strong> There is an underground piping system, built after the events of The Eclipse, for more self-sufficiency.</span></li></ul><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Earth</span></span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Landscape:</strong> Hot as hell, with few plants and fewer bodies of water. Most livestock are dead, apart from desert fauna. It is like Arizona, with a Mad Max twist.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Government:</strong> Restructuring towards a global government. Many places do not have formal governments and are run by gangs or bandits.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Economy:</strong> Failing. The Cathedral is still funded by the International Organization of Supers (IOS), but with severe budget cuts.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Technology:</strong> Slowly resurfacing. Any technology built by living supers or the IOS is operational, but may require serious updates.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Amenities:</strong> Water, food and shelter are high commodities. Self-sufficiency is recommended, as gangs have destroyed regular supply chains.</span></li></ul><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Curriculum</span></span><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ce/ce/61/cece618e8f1ddb4540c165d5cb993923.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Click to View</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.postimg.cc/Nj87yGxN/Curriculum.png)</div></div><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Every</strong> student has the same schedule, and all courses are mandatory (unless you have a specific health reason not to attend).<br><strong>Course materials</strong> are up to each supervisor. 'Combat' courses may be used as an extension of their other topics.</span><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">POST IC</span></span><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code"><br>[center][u][b]DATE - TIME[/b][/u]<br>[i]LOCATION[/i][/center]<br>[hr]<br>[floatleft][img height=250 padding=5]INSERT IMAGE LINK[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]WHO:[/b] [url=INSERT URL TO ACCEPTED CHARACTERS THREAD POST]CHARACTER NAME[/url]<br>[b]WEARING:[/b]<br>[b]DOING:[/b]<br>[b]NOTE:[/b]<br>[b]TAGGING:[/b]<br>[hr]<br><br>START WRITING HERE<br></code></pre></div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Navigation</span></span><br>Mansion (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=317107.msg15295159#msg15295159) ● <em>NSFW</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=317112.msg15295267#msg15295267) ● Grounds (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=318842.msg15356902#msg15356902) ● Characters (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283292#msg15283292) ● OOC (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=317108.msg15295164#msg15295164)<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>08-04-2020, 17:38:48</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monday, January 13th – 1:25pm</strong></span><br><em>Baseball Field in the back of the Cathedral</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://camptuhsmeheta.org/sites/default/files/pictures/Galleries/SportsField/IMG_8737.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Combat Class<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Comfortable, expendable workout clothes or what you would wear in combat.&nbsp; Either works.<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Milling about and waiting for class to start.<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> None<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Avengers Assemble (That means whoever wants to join)<br><hr>It was time for the Monday afternoon combat class.&nbsp; Most of the current students knew the drill.&nbsp; Wear something comfortable and allowed for ease of movement or what you would wear in a fight if you had time to prepare.&nbsp; Also make sure it wasn’t something you minded getting dirty, or torn, or burned or…just make sure you it was something you didn’t care about.&nbsp; The afternoon heat was its usual oppressive self.&nbsp; No one really liked afternoon combat training because of it.&nbsp; Morning was so much better, before the sun leeched every hint of moisture from your body and you just wanted to sit in the shade.&nbsp; The students slowly trickled out of the building unless they could find some other project that they could justify skipping practice for.&nbsp; Some teachers were joining them.&nbsp; This wasn’t completely out of the ordinary, thought there seemed to be more than the usual number.&nbsp; The joining students could swear a few looked like the proverbial cat that ate the canary, but there was really no guessing why.&nbsp; Marley normally ran this session but at the moment she was nowhere to be seen.&nbsp; It wasn’t like her to be late.<br><br>For the new students this would be the first combat class since they arrived.&nbsp; The older students were talking and/or stretching on the stubborn patches of crab grass and weeds that could stand the desert heat and weren’t prickly.&nbsp; There was some chatter and some grumbling but it seemed from the outside to be good natured for the most part as everyone milled about waiting for the instructor.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Please post what your characters are doing just before the start of the class.&nbsp; This gives you a chance to mingle a bit before I start.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>08-04-2020, 20:37:54</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monday, January 13th - 1:25 pm</strong></span><br><em>Baseball Field in the back of the Cathedral</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.redd.it/8b07ooyao5f31.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Gia Devlin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15286077#msg15286077)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> White sports bra, light jacket with lycra tights and athletic shoes<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Getting ready for combat class<br><strong>NOTE:</strong><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gigi, Marley, and everyone else in the class, open<br><hr><br>Gia came out into the mid-day heat after a light lunch, ready for Gigi's class.&nbsp; She came out in a light white jacket, sports bra and lycra tights with athletic shoes, all of which she had inherited when she joined the Cathedral.&nbsp; She was glad she tanned easily, but even she had to becareful in the afternoon sun to avoid sunburns and one of the best protections with keeping your skin completely covered.&nbsp; Many people thought it was better to wear as little as possible, that actually accelerated how fast you dehydrated and with the humidity so low, you didn't get sweaty.&nbsp; Every bit of moisture that you sweat was immediately evaporated into the air in conditions like this, a lesson she had learned getting to the Cathedral. <br><br>Looking around, she noticed that she was the first one to arrive, which was normal for her, she was always early to things.&nbsp; Finding a shaded area, she started stretching out, looking back to review the stretching routines she used when she was a cheerleader before the Eclipse.&nbsp; &nbsp;She started out with standing limbering movements, opening up and loosening her spine.&nbsp; Then rotating from her hips joints rotating 360 degrees, able to lean backwards until her spine was parallel to the ground, moving into the splits.&nbsp; She slowly allowed her legs to spread out, lowering herself slowly with complete control into the full splits, once down she arched her spine in each direction. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>08-04-2020, 21:50:13</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 15th - 3:00 PM</strong></span><br><em>A mile or two away from Cathedral</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/tWJNkFK.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Xidora Zynara (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15308777#msg15308777)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> white spacesuit that is skin tight and torn<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Getting rescued<br><strong>NOTE:</strong>&nbsp; death in the scene from crashing<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Kaine, Eric, Barry, Antigone, Anyone else<br><hr><br>Xidora got a surge of hope as she heard a voice calling out.&nbsp; She couldn't understand it and it was way too deep to be one of her people, which gave her cause for concern.&nbsp; She banged harder as she dazedly reminded herself that while the natives were aggressive, there were those seeking peace.&nbsp; Hopefully whoever was outside, was one of the peaceful ones.&nbsp; Not that it really mattered, the chamber as well as the door was armored to protect the pilot.&nbsp; Whoever was out there, wasn't going to be able to get in, unless they had the proper equipment.<br><br>Suddenly with a wrenching sound, the door was slowly being pried open with brute force, she had the presence of mind to roll away.&nbsp; A wave of dizziness hit her hard as she moved quickly, barely keeping herself from throwing up what little was in her stomach. Suddenly there was a strange, deep voice trying to speak soothingly, she blinked her eye open, the other sealed shoot with blood and she made out a blurry, dark, bipadel form, but much bigger than one of her people.<br><br>The strange bipadel offered her a hand hesitantly, obviously trying to not startled her.&nbsp; That gave her hope this was one of the more peaceful, reasonable natives.&nbsp; She couldn't really make the person out, she couldn't focus well.&nbsp; She reached out a hand and tried to stand, but her body just wouldn't work correctly, her sense of balance completely shot.&nbsp; Fortunately the person was quick enough to catch her before she injured herself more.&nbsp; She would have to hope these were honorable people, she was in no condition to protect herself as she nearly passes out again as the bipadel carries her out.&nbsp; She tried asking for any other survivors in a lyrical, soft voice, but she wasn't sure if anything intelligible escaped pass her lips as she hovered on the edge of consciousness. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>08-04-2020, 23:36:47</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 8:15 AM</strong></span><br><em>Front Yard (Edge of Estate)</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c3/0b/13/c30b1366f38a9c0e707227f6158d1c90.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>WHO:</strong> Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> White shirt + grey pants (both pictured), tan sandals<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Talking to Kaine<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> --<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Antigone (exit), Kaine | CLOSED</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Marley watched as Antigone left them, and entered the house without so much as a word. She hadn’t expected the younger woman to follow her suggestion without question, but there were other issues at hand. She blinked at Kaine, then gave him a slow nod as he asked if she wanted to change. She did. And not just out of Eric’s t-shirt. “Wait here. Please.” She added the last part because she knew she didn’t deserve a talk, let alone Kaine’s kindness. His pain was her fault. Marley quickly ran into their house, up two flights of stairs and into her bedroom. She hated that she hadn’t showered since having sex with Eric, but getting dressed in her own clothes would have to be good enough. <br><br>Minutes later, she appeared back outside the front door next to Kaine wearing a different shirt, pants and sandals. <em>He looked good.</em> She still felt like a mess. But outside their front door still wasn’t far enough. She led him further him further outdoors, past the tree swing, past the garage, until she was sure no one else could overhear what she was about to say next. Marley pressed her lips together, and gave Kaine a serious look. <br><br>“Eric knows.” Two little words held so much weight. Marley had intended to stop there, to let Kaine react. But as soon as she started speaking, more words just came tumbling out of her mouth. “This is <em>not</em> the moment where I choose him over you.” She grabbed his big hands and held them firmly, looking into his hazel eyes intently. “I liked having sex in our house. I really liked being with you <em>here</em>, and not a million miles away, and I would really, really like to do it again…” Marley suddenly breathed and dropped Kaine’s hands, running her fingers through her dirty hair instead and looking away. “But Eric is so, so angry.” In that moment, she wondered how much of their sex Kaine had overheard. Had he heard her whimpers too, or just her orgasms?<br><br>She pressed her lips together and shook her head, pacing back and forth in the desert sand. It didn’t matter that Eric was aggressive with her, she could heal. “I just hope he’s not angry with you too.” Kaine couldn’t heal. Eric practiced with his powers every goddam night like some sort of super solider. “Fuck.” Kaine and Eric were supposed to be brothers, best friends. Had she driven a wedge between them? Had she hurt them both? “Fuck. Fuck! I <em>knew</em> he would get angry.” This was why Marley had tried so hard to keep her intimacy with Kaine a secret, but… How did you keep love a secret without being heartbroken? <br><br>She sank to the sandy ground in exasperation, crossing her legs in front of her. “I want Eric to be happy. I just want everyone to be happy. But I don’t think Eric has been happy with me for a while.” She admitted the last part quietly, though it wouldn’t have made a difference with Kaine’s superior hearing. Eric wanted more from her. Eric would only be happy if she gave him more of herself, and Marley wasn’t sure she could. <em>Because if she gave Eric more, she would have to give Kaine less.</em> Her shoulders dropped, and she starred into her lap, blinking back tears. “If I had known that he would find out, I definitely would have begged you to stay instead of going to war,” Marley looked at Kaine then, fresh tears running down her cheeks. A year ago, when the Eclipse happened, she felt so trapped. She couldn’t plead with Kaine to stay because then Eric would have discovered her feelings for Kaine. And she couldn’t hurt Eric, because <em>he</em> chose to stay behind for <em>her</em>. She loved them both, in such different and powerful ways. Marley didn’t want to choose between them, but Eric was ready to make the choice for her. She was immortal, but she felt utterly inadequate.<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>09-04-2020, 01:26:16</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monday, January 13th - 1:25pm</strong></span><br><em>Baseball Field in the back of the Cathedral</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> A thin white cotton tunic over a bikini, knee socks, with greaves. Armored in Steel and Gold, black skirt and calf-high flex-steel war boots <br><strong>DOING:</strong> Attending a 'Special Class' Whatever that is.<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open, Gia<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Attending this class was optional, Antigone was intrigued with few reservations. Having gathered her armor like a parade, she strolled out to the practice field, strapping and buckling each piece as she moved. A canvas bag with a blanket, a The heat was impressive, another sultry day, she couldn't wait for the next scheduled refill of the reservoir. She intended to sit out there beside it and enjoy the moisture, unless they would let her swim in it. That was a thought. She would have to ask. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; "Oh, Gia, heyla," she tried to be interested in others, to mix. She did not do it well. Her wave was forced, her smile quickly hidden by the helm as she adjusts the strap beneath her breasts and loses eye contact. "She needed to continue. Gia would need something to work with for conversation to exist. Hmmm, "So, enjoying the heat?" She set her bag down near the flexibility exhibition, a steel canteen lifted and drifted down into the bag's shadow. Antigone, drew forth the blanket, she had thought to work some thin metal threads through the blanket, something to manipulate. She hadn't thought it through yet, though the designs were building. "How do you do today?" She meant to ask, how Gia feels she performs in today's task. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>09-04-2020, 02:35:44</strong>
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				<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 style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><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 style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>09-04-2020, 06:46:45</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Thursdy, January 15th - 3:00pm</strong></span><br><em>Crash Site &gt; Cathedral &gt; Med Bay</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://img.discogs.com/FiP3LlzfCZUXH3OKK_fNO6GRA2s=/600x745/smart/filters:strip_icc():format(jpeg):mode_rgb():quality(90)/discogs-images/A-2796262-1412178013-1149.jpeg.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>WHO:</strong> Kaine Brooks (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15291877#msg15291877)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Open Hawaiian Shirt, Cargo Shorts, Boots<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Rescue Op<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Xidora, Barry, Open</span><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> The pretty, green woman with white hair fainted almost as soon as she showed signs of life. Before she could fall, he had her in his arms and wasn't going to let go until they got back to the Cathedral. The world was wary of alien life after the Eclipse...but he was half alien after all, so there was no way he could leave someone to die just because they were from off-world. His parents had told him that plenty of friendly races lived out there; they'd only come across some bad ones.<br><br>&nbsp;Just as he thought, her words sounded like jibberish to him. Maybe he could get in contact with dad and see if he still had his old translator. He used to play with it as a kid so he could watch foreign shows and movies in perfect English. But, Kaine could hear the worry in her voice, and considering he found her in the cockpit, and only her, he assumed she was the Captain of this vessel, and was asking about her people. When she looked at him, he could only shake his head no, hoping she'd understand that him leaving the ship with her and only her meant that there was no one else to save.<br><br>&nbsp;As regrettable as it was, he'd checked the pulse of everyone on that ship, and only a few of them even appeared to be in a position to be saved, as many were twisted, broken, and severed from all the sharp and large debris the ship slung around on impact. On his way out of the ship, he heard Barry's voice echoing down the metallic halls. He didn't answer until he'd come back outside into the blistering sun, as he didn't want to shout too loud with the woman in his arms. <br><br>"Right here. And she's the only survivor I could find on the ship. Listen, it's gruesome in there, kid, but I need your help. Do me a favor and give it another run through. See if you can find <em>anyone</em> still alive. Everyone I came across, unfortunately, didn't make it, but I could be wrong and someone could be unconscious or hidden under some debris. I gotta get her to the Med Bay, but I need you to make sure I didn't miss anyone. And if I did, you bring them to us. If you can't get to em, let me know as soon as you can. Understood?" <br><br>He knew Barry hadn't seen active combat, nor had he seen the horrors of death, but he needed his fellow speedster to step up right now, and he knew he could count on him. Once he got an affirmative from his student, he'd nod and look toward the Cathedral, then down to the woman.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I'm gonna run now, okay? I'm fast so it shouldn't hurt much. Hold tight." Making sure the woman was secured close to his chest, he bent his knees then took off at a dash, kicking up dust in his wake.<br><br>&nbsp;It was a bit slower going as running with a heavily injured person with strange anatomy meant he had to be careful, but he managed to make it back in a few minutes. "Yo! I've got a survivor from the ship crash! She's hurt bad, I need somebody to help me take a look at her like right now!!" Slowing down to a brisk walk, he headed toward the Med Bay, as that would be the best place to lay her down and begin an examination. He already knew about her head wound, but he had no clue if she had broken bones or internal injuries, and time was of the essence. <br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>09-04-2020, 18:35:22</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monday, January 13th - 1:25pm</strong></span><br><em>Baseball Field in the back of the Cathedral</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> Group practice…cool!!<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Playing hacky sack with himself.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open, Antigone Gia<br><hr><br>Barry showed up with a burst of air.&nbsp; He had eaten a couple of sandwiches and he was looking forward to working with the new group.&nbsp; He understood that they were only as strong as their weakest link.&nbsp; He didn’t want to be that weak link.&nbsp; He wasn’t normally used to working with people because of his body metabolism, mentally he moved faster than most.&nbsp; It generally allowed him to out think most opponents but he had been at this for a while and he was fully intent on making this an excellent training opportunity for him and the others. <br><br>As he stood there watching Gia stretch, she was very…limber.&nbsp; He wondered if in truth he was trying to impress his new girlfriend, that maybe he was a good an competent warrior enough to protect her and she would let her guard down with him?&nbsp; He didn’t think so but he wouldn’t put it passed him considering he hadn’t had a girlfriend or lover before so even he didn’t think it was out of the question he just hoped he didn’t make a fool of himself trying to impress her.<br><br>“Hello Gia, How are you today?” He smiled his charming smile.<br><br>“Hi Antigone.” His smile slipped a bit to goofy school boy, but he relaxed still.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Codexa</strong> on <strong>10-04-2020, 04:17:26</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>January 10th - 3am</strong></span><br><em>Outside Cathedral</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/N9G0huQ.jpg?1)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> CJ SANTORO (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15320931#msg15320931)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Basically this (https://i.imgur.com/NktbZqG.jpg) and dragging this monster (https://www.shopmyexchange.com/products/images/xlarge/6154847_2041.jpg)<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Arriving at the Cathedral<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> N/a<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Eric Martin<br><hr><br>CJ grimaced as his voice made gooseflesh break out across her skin, hell, she was sure the hair at the back of her neck was standing up and taking notice of that 'freshly made in hell' tone. Jeebus. Where did they find this guy? Then he asked another question - a fairly reasonable one - considering she HAD invaded his territory in the middle of the night. <strong>" Uh, besides looking for a friend? Nothing of any real importance. Maybe hoping to find a pillow and a shower of some sort?" </strong><br><br>She waited, watching him curiously. Not so much afraid of the sector standing before as she was curious about this man with the ghostly voice who didn't seem to appreciate her sense of humor one little bit. The seconds ticked by, and there was a moment in that silence that hung between then that made her wonder if she'd be fighting tonight.<br><br>Then he spoke, and his demeanor changed so fast it left her stunned into speechlessness. (Temporarily) But really, it was the words that had worked the most magic on her at that moment. He was here. Kaine was freaking here, and there was something about a garage and bedroom, but she could only focus on that one simple truth. <br><br>Kaine had made it.<br><br>He was alive, and presumably doing just fine.<br><br>A little knot in her chest eased, and she felt her lips kick up at the corners into a genuine smile. <strong>" That's awesome."</strong> Oh man, she was so freaking excited she almost did a little happy dance right there and then. Instead, she settled for a kind of joyful bounce before focusing her attention back on the spooky guy...who was no longer spooky. Not at all in fact. <strong>" Oh wow, that's nifty. Is the whole undead ninja thing just to scare the bejeebus outta poor souls who wander to close?"</strong> It was a quick little question as she adjusted to the changes happening in rapid succession.<br><br>Nothing like being threatened, then have that very same soul transform into a hot dude with manners who went to pick up dusty duffle bags. It really was a cute gesture, and while she was tempted to decline, she decided at the last second to let him have at it. At this point, she'd probably have just dragged it along behind her until it ripped.<br><br><strong>" I hope so, I'd be bummed if he wasn't at least semi-pleased to see me."</strong>&nbsp; At his gesture, she glanced up at the mansion.<strong>" Well, yes, and no."</strong> She twisted her lips as she thought about a decent answer to that question. Technically, she had come because of Kaine, but it wasn't necessarily for Kaine. <strong>" He is an old friend and told me about this place a long time ago. I sorta promised that I'd pop by for a visit."</strong><br><br>A promise that had been made a year ago.<br><br>CJ gave her unknown companion a quick sideways glance, taking in his expression as they walked. She didn't know what it was she'd heard tucked away in that question he'd just asked, but there had been something, some emotion she wasn't quite able to put her finger on. <strong>" Hey, so, do you have a name? and can I ask what changed? I say his name and bam! You changed so fast, it just about gave me whiplash." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>10-04-2020, 05:06:08</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Thursdy, January 11th - 8:15am</strong></span><br><em></em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/6/67/Omari_Hardwick_on_BTVR_%28cropped%29.jpg/220px-Omari_Hardwick_on_BTVR_%28cropped%29.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>WHO:</strong> Kaine Brooks (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15291877#msg15291877)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Open Hawaiian Shirt, Cargo Shorts, Boots<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Having "The Talk" with Marley<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Marley, Closed</span><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; He nodded when she asked him to wait there, then ran inside to get changed. Taking that opportunity, Kaine ran back to the garage and went into his stash, rolling up a joint for later because heavy shit like this always got him depressed, and despite the world being shit now, things like illegal goods were still bartered, traded and sold because people always wanted their vices. <br><br>And now with no central government to watch over things, it was arguably even easier to get things like contraband and drugs. Of course he made sure his dealings were far away from the Cathedral and never could be tracked back to him, but perhaps due to his half-alien physiology, the experience of ganja did so much more than normal. He was done and back with the cylinder in his shirt pocket before Marley came down and back outside. When he did see her again, he squinted his eyes against the sun, waiting for whatever was about to happen. <br><br>When she finally reappeared, the sounds from last night suddenly flashed into the back of his head, causing him to shake it away and rub his ear like that would stop the psychosomatic reaction. It was easy to get triggered nowadays; after the Eclipse, everything that didn't feel kosher had a chance of setting him off in some way. He hated that even now, he couldn't help knowing just how beautiful she was. He wanted to be mad. He <em>was</em> mad. Fuck. <br><br>This talk was going to be a very serious one, as they walked far enough away from the house that they could see it, but if anyone was standing on the porch, they'd have to shout at the top of their lungs to be heard. No one nosy could spy out here, and their weren't any handy dandy shadows either in case the topic of their conversation was awake. Without any fanfare or leadup, Marley braced herself and then told him that Eric knew. Kaine's eyes popped for a split second, but then a look of realization dawned on his face. "<em>Thaaaat's</em> why he was basically spite-fucking you last night. <br><br>He did his little shadow spy thing and heard us or saw us or however his powers work. <em>Fuck!"</em>, Kaine hissed before turning and walking a bit aways, then turning back to stand in front of Marley once more. This was bad on several levels, but while Eric was his friend, they'd kept this from him for this very reason so he wasn't too surprised.&nbsp; He was actually far more concerned about what this meant between himself and Marley. He took a deep breath, and waited. Waited for her to say "For Eric's sake, I think we should stop". And because he loved Marley so deeply, he would accept that. <br><br>He wanted <em>her</em> to be happy, even if it meant he wasn't. He only wished he didn't have to be the only mature one about this mature situation. He waited for the let go, but instead, she sucked in a gulp of air and told him the opposite. Well, at least something heading in the other direction somewhat. She said she wasn't choosing the Shadow Man over him, and that she had enjoyed actually having sex and being intimate in their own house for the first time ever out of the years this had been gong on, but Eric's anger about her and Kaine was real. <br><br>"So lemme guess...if <em>us</em> is to continue, it's back to Betty and whatever fleabag motel is left over on the side of the road after the war?" His voice cracked and his lip wobbled a bit. "Jus' like old times, huh?"&nbsp; The way he looked at Marley, she could tell he'd heard enough from that night; the good and the bad. Enough to know that the sex between them didn't sound like sex at one point; it sounded like a predator exerting his dominance over his slave...and not in the fun, kinky, BDSM way, but the 50 Shades of Grey way, where it went well beyond what it was supposed to and the guy acted like it was all good before, during and after. <br><br>It sounded like the darkness in him had let itself out. "I know he uh...I know he made it hurt," he managed to say while looking off into the distance, not able to look Marley in the eyes at the moment because he knew how she thought. "It got to a point where I had to drown it out or I woulda kicked the door down. Not for my sake...but yours." He knew how much she took on her shoulders. He knew that because she cared so much about Eric, she <em>let</em> him take his anger out on her, because she could take it, even though it wasn't right. <br><br>&nbsp;"To make a point, to get back at me, I don't know why he did what he did but...I don't care if he's mad at me; honestly, I don't Marley Ann. I don't want him to be, cuz he's my brother, but if he is, nothin' I do or say is gonna change it as long as it's not just Eric and Marley. But if he hurts you again? I don't care that you can take it..." He trailed off, taking a deep inhale that made it obvious just how large and powerful he was. Her relationship with Eric was her relationship, but he wasn't going to let <em>anyone</em> hurt her like that just to feel good about themselves. <br><br>That's not what a friend who supposedly loved her would do in his eyes. Eric wasn't the only one who practiced like a man possessed either, so he wasn't worried about himself at all, even as powerful as his friend was.&nbsp; Kaine had been pushing his limits since he was a kid, and he'd never stop; never. It actually scared him what he could do when he went all out; like the world was made of cardboard. "It's not your fault, Marley. None of this is," he spoke calmly despite how he felt, trying to keep her from freaking out. "You're an adult. I am...he's <em>supposed</em> to be. <br><br>And from day one you told him what you wanted. He accepted it then, and he accepted it all the way up until he found out about us. He could handle <em>"sharing"</em> when that didn't actually involve anyone else to share with; not a man anyway. You know how many times I wanted to kiss your lips when I say good morning for breakfast? Or how many times I wanted to hold your hand and watch the moon? Or, or just sit together on the couch and watch bad movies with you curled up next to me? I...have...lost...count," the large man practically choked back his anger to make his words clear. <br><br>"Because I knew that if he stayed happy, <em>you</em> stayed happy. I sacrificed any intimacy we ever could have had, and resigned myself to hard, sweaty fucks on dirty mattresses and in the back of a truck... so Eric didn't blow a fuckin' gasket." He paused and a single tear raced down his cheek the color of neon cobalt. She thought by giving Eric more she'd be giving him less, but as it was, Kaine was barely getting anything at all. If she gave him any less, she may as well cut him loose.&nbsp; But he took those hits because Marley made him happy and he made her happy, even if it was only once in a blue moon or three when they could express that.<br><br>&nbsp;So if he had to tow the line and be the only adult male in whatever this triangle was...then so fucking be it. When she plopped down to the sand, he followed suit, crashing down into a crossed leg pose. "Let him...let him be angry. He'll get over it in a while and things will go back to the way they were. Just don't let him take advantage of you like that again.&nbsp; You're better than that...and I thought he was too."<br><br>&nbsp;He sighed, scooching around behind her and wrapping his big arms around her as the tears started to flow. "He'll be happy again soon. This'll blow over. But I don't think he can ever truly be his definition of happy unless he has you all to himself all the time forever. But that's the problem isn't it? The reason you don't wanna be tied down? Or one of em' anyway. You <em>are</em> forever and the rest of us will eventually lay down one last time." <br><br>His own tears were coming out now, leaving little beads of glowing blue on the sand as they fell. Because she said she would have begged him to stay if she'd known. "Marley...Marley I. If you begged me, I don't think I would've been able to go. But did I ever tell you why I <em>did</em> go?" He didn't talk about his time in the war much. It was painful. He'd lost lots of friends and people he cared about. He'd let lots of innocents down. It was hard to bring up. <br><br>"I went to fight because...because not only was it the right thing to do. And I could help save the world, but. But I could help keep this world spinning for <em>you</em>. I thought to myself, if those aliens win and take over...or they destroy this world. What's gonna happen to Marley? Would they experiment on you? Lock you up for eternity? Or would they just suck the resources from the planet and blow it up, leaving you to float in the void until the universe shrivels up and dies? I...I <em>couldn't</em> risk losing, because I didn't know what that would mean for you. <br><br>And I was prepared to give up everything so the people of this planet, but most importantly <em>you</em>...would have a chance to stay strong and make something good." He was quiet for a bit, then kissed her temple. "Leaving was the hardest thing I ever did. It felt like I lost everything we had so I could keep you around." He wanted to say more, but he hadn't opened up to anyone about almost anything in forever. Not even his parents could get him to talk if he didn't want to. But right now, saying so much to Marley, opening up his layers for the first time for someone to see inside...he felt tired.<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Codexa</strong> on <strong>10-04-2020, 05:46:23</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Sunday, January 10th – 5:00 AM</strong></span><br><em>Garage</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/4PKvtYC.jpg?1)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> CJ SANTORO (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15320931#msg15320931)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> White shirt (as shown) + ripped army green cargo pants, brown combat boots.<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Doing a bit of exploring<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Reunion time! <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Kaine Brooks<br><hr><br>Eric had left her to her own devices eventually, allowing her a bit of time to collect herself, wash a bit of the road dust from her skin, and mentally prepare herself for the interview process. It sort of felt like she was getting ready for some job interview (she was the planner type in this scenario, the one who would have been sitting on her phone googling 'How to answer interview questions') to ensure that she could sit there and not sound like a complete and total schmuck. <br><br>Instead, she had put on the cleanest clothes in her duffle and gone for a stroll outside the mansion. It felt weird to wander the halls at the ass-crack of dawn while people slept, or maybe just started to wake (early birds and all that jazz) so, since she wasn't up for awkward encounters, CJ took her little self out the doors. Eric had mentioned something about a garage. <br><br>Maybe...?<br><br>With her hands stuffed into the pockets of her pants, she made her way over toward what she assumed was the garage, and the closer she got, the weirder she felt. Her stomach was all knots and snarls, while a curious little bubble of anticipation wrapped in hope rose up inside her. She figured he could be asleep right now, but could there be a chance he was awake, and there. <br><br>She had missed him. His presence, and his laugh, and the long conversations where they'd discuss everything and anything. A lot of the time, it'd felt like a way to not only grow closer but to help each other forget whatever hardship they'd endured that day. Who they might have lost during a mission or fight. Forget the faces they couldn't save.&nbsp; Their bond was born from a need for a softer presence to bring comfort and a touch of sanity to those dark days, and it was strengthened by the shit they experienced together.<br><br>Before she entered the building, she took note of the oak tree with its little swing. The sight was strange enough it stopped her in her tracks. When was the last time she'd seen something so simple? Making a small detour, CJ just had to run the tips of her fingers across the swing's seat, following it up one of the ropes that held it in place. <br><br>A small piece from a time lost.<br><br>Shaking her head, she turned on her heel and went inside. Immediately, all she saw were vehicles and tools. Damn. The last car she'd been in had broken down and died a very sad but frankly, unsurprising death somewhere on her way in this direction. In awe, the young woman took it all in slowly, before finally, her attention landed on the biggest, baddest fracking vehicle on four damn wheels. <em>Oh holy hell, what was that?</em> <strong>" Hot damn."</strong> Her voice was all kinds of impressed as she approached. It was then, and only then that she finally took note of the other living, breathing person inside with her. <br><br>Kaine.<br><br>Seeing him after all this time? It did funny things to her poor heart, and basically all of her. Her lips curved into a full-on grin, and she didn't know what to do with herself. Should she just tackle him and shower him in kisses? Find a little bit of decorum from somewhere, and greet him in a decidedly more dignified manner? <br><br>Yeah.... probably not that.<br><br><strong>"Kaine."</strong> His name was a sigh of pure fucking joy, and all she could do in the end was kinda stand there like a stupid and just stare at him, because he was a damn sight for sore eyes, and she finally fracking understood what that meant at that moment. <strong>" Surprise?" </strong> Gods, why was her heart hammering so hard? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Codexa</strong> on <strong>10-04-2020, 06:50:53</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Sunday, January 12th – 8:00 AM</strong></span><br><em>Back Gate</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/1rW8Qp2.jpg?1)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> CJ SANTORO (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15320931#msg15320931)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Hair up in little twin buns, is wearing this (https://i.imgur.com/YMpKttE.jpg) with very worn brown combat boots.<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Meeting Tia!<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> N/a<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Tia Hernandez<br><hr><br>The craptastic thing about insomnia? It usually kept her up at all the absurd hours of the night, then would eventually allow her a few precious winks during the hours when she should have been waking up all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Nope. The mirror had told another story - and it involved dark circles that tattled to everyone about her lack of nocturnal bliss. <br><br>Ah well.<br><br>The head honcho had given her orders for the day. ' Go assist Tia ' was the bare basics of the orders, the other bits had been about searching the area for supplies. See? She could follow along even when her brain felt like mush. <br><br>The day was already hot, and it was barely morning. CJ sighed a little as the sun beat down from above. She didn't really get sunburned (thank you healing abilities!) despite her fair skin, but she wasn't immune to sweat and general grumpiness. Her outfit of choice was a pair of ripped shorts that stopped pretty high on her thighs, and an old Led Zeppelin shirt that was a soft shade of yellow. Since it was bit loose, she'd tied a knot in the front, showing off a bit of belly as a result. Oh, and the little jeweled stud (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/617m1igibPL._UY395_.jpg) belly button ring. <br><br>CJ had briefly encountered most of the people that lived at Cathedral. She'd heard of Tia, had seen her in passing, but no real introductions had been made as of yet. Her first few days had been a whirlwind of dealing with emotional stuff and getting settled into her room, and just dealing with the knowledge that she would be there for a while. (That was her intention) and that feeling was new and strange, and occasionally hard to accept.<br><br>As she neared the meeting spot, CJ had a chance to take in Tia from a distance. The woman oozed casual confidence, it was written in the way she held herself as she waited. Plus, no one without a good deal of that would walk out of the house in those shorts, or that bodysuit. Holy Hell, the woman had curves for days. CJ discreetly admired the view as she closed the distance between them. <br><br>Yum!<br><br>She smiled, a soft warm curve of her lips as she caught the greeting that fell from the brown-skinned beauty's lips. <strong>" Marnin'"</strong> To be perfectly clear, CJ didn't really have an accent to speak of, it wasn't as if she was from the south. She'd been born and raised in California before the apocalypse had been dropped on everyone's head. She just had her own way of using words. <br><br><strong>" I'm CJ"</strong> Her hand slipped into Tias for a firm handshake. (Her gramps had always told her to look folks in the eye, and to have a firm handshake) <strong>" I'm sure you knew that though. Still, it's good to finally meet you."</strong> After a moment, CJ released Tia's hand. <strong>" So, what is on our agenda exactly? Anything specific you looking for out there?"</strong> CJ indicated the area away from the mansion and its space with a slight tilt of her head. <br><br><strong>" How far have you guys explored already?"</strong> It was a kind of follow-up question mixed in with just personal musings on her end. Before coming to Cathedral, CJ had traveled long distances to hunt down supplies for herself, and for the small pockets of people, she'd been helping. At the very least, hopefully, her experience would come in handy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>10-04-2020, 15:02:12</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Thursdy, January 10th - 5:00am</strong></span><br><em>Garage</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/63/b8/22/63b8226097dc0f240ffc3e3462892001.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>WHO:</strong> Kaine Brooks (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15291877#msg15291877)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Tank Top, Coveralls, Boots<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Busy Work<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> OMG It's CJ!!<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>CJ Santoro, Closed</span><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> Last night had felt nice. For once he felt like things had gone his way with Marley, and the night they spent together had been amazing. One good night couldn't cure him, though. And even though he didn't particularly feel bad or like he was having an episode, sleep just didn't come tonight. He'd been laying in his bed, tossing and turning for hours, even with his music. The result was the same. No sleep for him, but maybe he could tire himself out in the garage, then catch an hour or two nap after he was finally exhausted. <br><br>Anyone awake would hear the shuffles of him leaving the house when nothing was out but the moon like normal. He quietly opened the front door, closed it, then trudged across the way to the darkened garage. A quick flip of the switch turned on the main lights, and he checked the generator to see it still had nearly 80% left on the charge. It would be a good little bit before he or Barry had to juice it back up, and with sparing use, the solar panels would have it back to 100% in a day or so. He shuffled around to different drawers and boxes, getting the tools he needed, then popped Betty's hood. <br><br>The truck was in pristine condition, but any decent mechanic knew there was always something to work on. He planned to be out here all night, so he turned on some music and went to work, the gentle crrrank noise of a ratchet, or the sound of a torque wrench soothed and calmed him. He lost track of time like always, and had no idea hours had passed by the time the awesome metal track&nbsp; Sugaan Essena (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oJZfEh3EciU) started blaring through the garage.<br><br>&nbsp;Between the cathartic busy work he was doing to perfect the perfect vehicle even further, and the soothing rock jams, he didn't even notice the person who'd entered his domain for the first time. It wasn't until she said his name that it snapped him back to reality, causing him to stand up too quickly and bonk his head on the inside of the hood. <br><br>"Ahhh shit that's lovely," the man hissed, rubbing his head more out of habit than actual pain. Then, he took a deep breath as the octave, the tone of that voice replayed in his head. Slowly, he put down his spanner, then turned around with a look of sheer disbelief on his face. "Cossette...Jay Santoro. <em>Wow</em>." <br><br>A tear fell to the stone floor, a single glowing blue orb that Kaine rushed past to wrap his arms around her and lift her up in the air, spinning her around as if she were weightless before putting her back down on. "You're here. You're actually here. After we split I didn't know if I'd ever see you again." He paused, looking her over the entire time with a big goofy smile on his face. Finally, he couldn't take it, and he pulled her to him, then leaned down and kissed her. "I missed you so much."<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>10-04-2020, 19:45:49</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monday, January 13th - 1:25pm</strong></span><br><em>Baseball Field in the back of the Cathedral</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> A thin white cotton tunic over a bikini, knee socks, with greaves. Armored in Steel and Gold, black skirt and calf-high flex-steel war boots <br><strong>DOING:</strong> Attending a 'Special Class' Whatever that is.<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open, Gia, Barry<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Antigone's cheeks pulsed a bright but pale blue, as she adjusted her stance to be beside Barry, not touching, but not distant either. Her blush was always so much more pronounced in the dark. Her helmet spun in the air before rising and descending to the ground near her blanket. "Hello Barry, know what this special session holds for us?" <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She thought she could ask Gia, but was not sure how the precog would respond, could she give the details away? She had thought the question about how Gia was going to do today was safe, as she had seen the best and worst possibilities. At least that was how it had been explained. She could offer her vision of success or failure, and any juicy tidbits of future or planned activities that she saw fit. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The ferrokinetic cast her gloves to the ground, where they gathered softly with her helmet. Then she settled onto her blanket. She left plenty of room for company, without pushing. Ignoring Barry's actions while she casually took a drink of water. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Codexa</strong> on <strong>10-04-2020, 20:02:38</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Sunday, January 10th – 5:00 AM</strong></span><br><em>Garage</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/4PKvtYC.jpg?1)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> CJ SANTORO (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15320931#msg15320931)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> White shirt (as shown) + ripped army green cargo pants, brown combat boots.<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Enjoying her dang reunion with her person!<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> KAINE! &lt;3<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Kaine Brooks | Closed<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">She snorted without an ounce of shame or embarrassment when he bonked his head on the hood of that monster he'd been fussing with. Then he said her name - her real name - and gazed at her with a look of pure disbelief. Like he couldn't believe she was standing there in his garage in the flesh. Hell, there had been moments these past few hours when she couldn't believe it either. <strong>" Yes, it's me."</strong> She laughed, warmed by the fact that he called her by her real name and not just the nickname she gave to everyone else.<br><br>CJ didn't share that information with just anyone, it was a rather exclusive club that Kaine belonged to now. Seriously, he shared it with one other person, since her mother and father were likely dead. <br><br>Aw no! He was doing the crying thing! She watched with a gentle expression as a single glowing dear ran across his skin and suddenly he was moving and she was wrapped up tight in his arms, and damn it all, it felt amazing. It felt like warmth and security, and home. He spun her and she laughed, a kind of giddy surprised sound that burst from her lips, and turned kinda breathless when he finally settled her down again. <br><br><strong>" I'm here."</strong> She confirmed, saying it aloud for both of their benefits. <strong>" Ye of little faith, did you really think I'd not make good on my promise?"</strong> It was teasing, her smile transforming into a smirk as she gazed up into those warm hazel eyes. She would give him shit, but there were a few times out there that she had wondered if she'd ever manage to find her way to Cathedral. Times when she asked herself if he'd even be around. <br><br>Not that she would ever actually admit that out loud. <br><br>His hands were on her body and when he pulled her close, she could swear her heart skipped a beat. He leaned in to kiss her and it soothed like a warm summer breeze. And, just like a lot of good and sweet things, it was over way to fracking soon. <strong>" Ditto, soooo much."</strong> she murmured, her hands lifting to lightly touch his face because he was a freaking giant and she was a midget, so wrapping her arms around him tended to involve a lot of bending on his end. <strong>" I want to say more, do the whole catching up thing, but first..."</strong> CJ grabbed the front of his tank with one hand and tugged him back down to her. <strong>" I need more of this... lots and lots more." </strong> Without waiting another beat, or bothering with any more words, CJ kissed him, and it wasn't tentative or soft or sweet. It was deep, and a little rough, with her teeth nipping at his lower lip. It was a whole bunch of things that words couldn't possibly convey. <br><br>It was missing him, and the joy she felt at finally being there with him again.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>10-04-2020, 20:52:22</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 15th - 3:15 PM AM</strong></span><br><em>Mansion</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://rebelsmgmt.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/09/holly_parker_-4352-copy.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Gia Devlin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15286077#msg15286077)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Ripped up Jeans and a white bustier top<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Finding Tia<br><strong>NOTE:</strong><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Kaine, Marley, Antigone, Eric, Xidora, Tia, Open<br><hr><br>Gia was standing in the mansion waiting for Marley, carrying some equipment for the other woman.&nbsp; She would wait like Marley asked her to, but the possibilities&nbsp; had narrowed down to just one as she continued to where Marley would eventually want the equipment.&nbsp; Fortunately that took her undercover as a huge boom sounded overhead and the sound of hissing and things falling from a great height could be heard.&nbsp; She knew Gigi wasn't going to get hit, her girlfriend would adjust the odds until she was safe and Amber was working on the computers.&nbsp; Sighing as she saw that Antigone was going to have to go to the medical bay for an injury blocking falling debris.&nbsp; That was unfortunate, she had had a good chance to avoid injury with her powers.&nbsp; She headed for the medical bay to see if she could help and blinked as she looked forward and saw Kaine arriving with a green skinned woman.&nbsp; That was unexpected, the chance of a survivor was extremely small, she hadn't really investigated down those timelines.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Changing directions, Gia changed directions toward the greenhouse to find Tia.&nbsp; As she looked down the timeline of her interacting with Xidora, she found that Tia was instrumental in helping the woman survive.&nbsp; Entering the planet she called out, "Tia!&nbsp; You are needed in the medical bay!"&nbsp; As she headed straight toward the tanned, pretty woman who spent most of her time in the soon to be Green house.&nbsp; Before the woman could ask why, Gia shook her head, "You wouldn't believe me, it is best to just go now, it is currently safe to walk outside." &nbsp; The busty blonde would follow Tia to the medical bay.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>10-04-2020, 21:19:07</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Thursdy, January 10th - 5:00am</strong></span><br><em>Garage</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/63/b8/22/63b8226097dc0f240ffc3e3462892001.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>WHO:</strong> Kaine Brooks (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15291877#msg15291877)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Tank Top, Coveralls, Boots<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Busy Work<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> OMG It's CJ!!<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>CJ Santoro, Closed</span><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">If he'd had any doubt in his mind about who was behind him, the snort he'd gotten used to hearing during good or bad times during the Eclipse cemented it. He only knew <em>one</em> woman who could outright snort and it somehow still sounded sexy. He still could barely believe it when he turned around, even after she confirmed that his eyes weren't deceiving him, and she really was standing there right now. He'd even said her actual name, just in case he was still seeing things. <br><br>She responded in the way only CJ would respond when someone knew and then said her real name. Time seemed to stop, and so many thoughts started rushing through his brain. There was no time gap between when they'd separated, and when they met back up, because immediately it was like he had one of his best friends back. She asked if he thought she wouldn't make good on their promise to meet back up after the war. "Never crossed my mind. Just wondered how long you were gonna make me wait. I'm not gonna be young and virile forever," he joked with her just like old times. The kiss felt...it felt <em>good</em>. <br><br>He'd missed everything about CJ, and her kisses had always been to die for. Just being this close had his heart aflutter, like it was too good to be true and she could be gone at any moment. But then he blinked and she was still there, still in his arms. It <em>was</em> real. When her hand cupped his face, he leaned into it, enjoying the feel of her warm palm on his flesh after so much time had passed without her around. He nodded along with everything she said about catching up and ditto and all of that, just happy to hear her voice again. <br><br>Then he remembered just who CJ was when she grabbed the front of his shirt, told him what she needed, and then pulled him back down to kiss her once again. It didn't take more than a second for him to fall in line, kissing her back hard, then holding onto her hips and walking them backward to one of the couches strewn about the garage. He fell back on his ass, then grabbed hers and pulled her on top of him. "Welcome back to my life," he managed to breathe about before letting the world fall away and getting lost with her.<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Codexa</strong> on <strong>10-04-2020, 23:51:46</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Sunday, January 10th – 5:00 AM</strong></span><br><em>Garage</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/4PKvtYC.jpg?1)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> CJ SANTORO (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15320931#msg15320931)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> White shirt (as shown) + ripped army green cargo pants, brown combat boots.<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Enjoying her dang reunion with her person!<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> KAINE! &lt;3<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Kaine Brooks | Closed<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">He responded in a teasing way, talking about not waiting and not being young and virile forever. Oh, she knew that sad aching truth all too well? How it was HIS truth and not hers. Kaine for all his badass qualities was a brief and temporary flash of mortality and gods that thought was depressing.<br><br>And depressing thoughts needed to not be here. <br><br>Not now. <br><br>So, she did what she usually did whenever she didn't want to deal with something. <strong>" You look perfectly yummy and virile to me, but maybe we should test it? Make sure you still got it."</strong> Turned it into something else, and in this particular case, it was definitely a bit of a tease mingled with a hint of challenge. The way they talked, teased, joked. It made her wonder how the hell had she lived without this adorable dork at her side all this time? How had a year flashed by so quickly?<br><br>One thing she loved about Kaine was how quick he was on the uptake. He didn't need it all spelled out beforehand, there was a natural flow to their interactions, to the way his mouth captured hers in a kiss that teased a little noise from deep within her. She provided no resistance as he guided her back toward somewhere...a couch, where he promptly fell back into. <strong>" Nice digs by the way."</strong> His strong hands were on her ass and she straddled his lap easily. <br><br>It was so easy to get lost in the moment, and she did. The world outside the two of them fell away as she touched and kissed, and whispered sweet nonsense things that mostly had to do with how much she missed him. Because, she could be a silly mushy sap when the time was right and the stars and moon were freaking perfectly aligned (or something, the point being it was a rare occurrence ok?) and this felt like one of those 'right' moments. <br><br><strong>" Talk to me"</strong> She sweetly requested as she moved to press a soft kiss against his jaw. <strong>" Tell me about your year.."</strong> there was a pause in which she nuzzled her nose against the side of his neck. All sweetness and gentle affection, and damn, he smelled good. <br><br><strong>"Ok, maybe not the entire year, way too long, but like the cliff-notes version."</strong> CJ leisurely kissed her way back up to his lips, and enjoyed every second of it. The way his skin felt against her lips as she kissed the curve of his throat, felt the way his pulse beat strongly against her mouth. Made a little stop to nip at his earlobe, her breath warm against his skin when she spoke. <strong>" Silly or embarrassing stories will earn you brownie points, as an FYI"</strong> When she finally reached his lips, the kiss she pressed there was feather soft and teasing, daring him to take more. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>11-04-2020, 00:56:41</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monday, January 13th - 1:25 pm</strong></span><br><em>Baseball Field in the back of the Cathedral</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft"> (https://www3.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Kaylyn+Slevin+GUESS+1981+Fragrance+Launch+FWW0r2i97lLl.jpg) (https://i.redd.it/8b07ooyao5f31.jpg)<br><br></div><strong>WHO:</strong> Gia Devlin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15286077#msg15286077)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> White sports bra, light jacket with lycra tights and athletic shoes<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Getting ready for combat class<br><strong>NOTE:</strong><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Antigone, Barry, Gigi, Marley, open<br><hr><br>"Hello Antigone," Gia answered the warrior woman hesitantly, she knew the woman had joined the Knives of Artemis.&nbsp; There were two main reasons she could have come to the Cathedral, one to infiltrate it and learn it's secrets to help take it down when the Knives decided to.&nbsp; Although the more likely possibility was that she was here for the reasons that she said she was.&nbsp; Unfortunately, Gia had no way of telling yet which way things with Antigone would go, so far the possibilities were positive, most of them.&nbsp; "I am doing well, ready to experience what is planned for us."&nbsp; As Antigone asked for a hint about what was coming up, Gia got a mischievous smile, "Something fun and that makes you think outside of the box."&nbsp; She wasn't going to give anything away, her girlfriend had put a lot of thought into how to pull this off, she was going to leave the reveal to Gigi. &nbsp;"And I am going to have fun, have several possible ways to succeed." <br><br>As Barry arrived in a gust of wind at the field and she nodded, "Hey Barry, hope you are ready for this." &nbsp;She responded to his greeting, shaking her head as she saw a goofy smile appear on his face as he greeted Antigone.&nbsp; That was another thing that she wasn't sure how it was going to go.&nbsp; Although the better it went, the more likely Antigone would be part of the Cathedral.&nbsp; &nbsp;She continued her stretching as she greeted her fellow students. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>11-04-2020, 01:30:55</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Thursdy, January 10th - 5:00am</strong></span><br><em>Garage</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/63/b8/22/63b8226097dc0f240ffc3e3462892001.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>WHO:</strong> Kaine Brooks (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15291877#msg15291877)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Tank Top, Coveralls, Boots<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Catching up like whoa<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Mmmmm. It's <em>definitely</em> CJ!<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>CJ Santoro, Closed</span><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"Please do, please test it. <em>Thoroughly</em>," he said with a sudden look of absolute seriousness on his face. Of course, he was happy to see her, but testing out his virility was an important job that couldn't be handled with enough haste. It was imperative they get it handled and checked out right away. It was so good to have her back, and already they were back to normal, having been together for less than five minutes and already erasing any awkwardness that an entire <em>year</em> should have brought up between the two of them.<br><br>&nbsp;Even their physical chemistry had no rust whatsoever, and without even trying they were all over each other. Yeah, the only difference was the setting, because nothing had changed between Kaine and CJ. Not one bit. He paused to look around the garage he'd built up from the original storeroom the size of a house with only a few tools after CJ's compliment. It <em>was</em> like his second home...third if he considered his parents place. "Thanks. I put a lot of work into it...I come here to think and get away and work on Betty. It's my home away from home," he said while nodding his head toward the Cathedral not even one-hundred feet away. <br><br>His hearing seemed to go in and out as he focused on CJ's heartbeat, her scent, the way the lights shone on her skin and how her hair was somehow <em>more</em> purple than the last time they'd seen each other. "Where in the <em>fuck</em> do you keep finding hair dye?," he asked without thought as he reached up absentmindedly to stroke a lock of it before he smacked that beautiful derriere once again and resumed playing with her perfectly formed cheeks, as so often around her he'd just blurt out things. She was one of the few who could get him to slip up like that, and often too. <br><br>During the many interruptions between their makeout session, she asked him to regale her about his past year, causing him to take a deep breath and go "Weeeeeeeellllllll," before she jumped back in, and confirmed she meant the highlights and not the entire autobiography from start to finish. Each detour she made in kissing him caused him to shift and squirm and fall further victim to CJ's spell that she just could poof, cast on him just like that.<br><br>&nbsp;At the same time, his hands were not idle, and when he wasn't fondling her ass, he was touching all the spots he'd discovered during their time together, seeing what still ticked her boxes. "Uhhh lemme see, where to start? Got a ton of new students. There was the time I was on a supply run and came across a cache of stuff that I <em>didn't</em> know some bandits were hoarding. They saw me take it and uhhh, caught me with my pants down, let's say," he told her sheepishly. They'd literally caught him trying his hardest to get some relief with a damn lizard watching him. "It's so damn hard to fight bandits with your pants around your ankles." He grinned and planted his lips on hers once again. "That's embarrassing story number one. I got plenty more where that came from."<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>11-04-2020, 19:15:11</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 8:15 AM</strong></span><br><em>Front Yard (Edge of Estate)</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c3/0b/13/c30b1366f38a9c0e707227f6158d1c90.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>WHO:</strong> Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> White shirt + grey pants (both pictured), tan sandals<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Talking to Kaine<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Tissues are recommended<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Kaine | CLOSED</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Every one of his admissions made her heart flutter. He was angry at their very limited relationship. He knew Eric hurt her in bed and didn’t agree. But he didn’t blame her. He <em>loved</em> her. He loved her so much that he wanted to show it and hold her hand, and kiss her lips, and cuddle, and watching the fucking moon. But he didn’t show it, he didn’t take more, because of <em>her</em> happiness. He did it for her happiness. He had done everything for her happiness. <br><br><em>He had given her a god damn planet. </em><br><br>And that gift was so big that it <em>crushed</em> him. He thought that if he’d stayed, <em>if she had begged him to stay</em>, they would have had a real, intimate relationship. Or, at least one that wasn’t hidden or overly casual. One that didn’t give her attention unequally to Eric. But because he left, <em>because she hadn’t said anything</em>, they lost that chance, because now she was closer with Eric than him. <em>Was that true?</em> Had they lost their chance at each other? “Did we lose everything we had?” Marley sniffed and asked the question aloud, too, as more tears rained down her cheeks. “It certainly didn’t feel like we did, the other night in your <em>actual</em> bed, at least not to <em>me</em>.”<br><br>She sat in between his big legs, and twisted to see his face. She knew expressing feelings was hard for Kaine; it exhausted him, it made him feel vulnerable, which was a rare occasion in his life, due to his powers. And Marley understood why. Her tears were clear, and easier to hide and wipe away under the guise of something other than pain. But <em>his</em> tears, his alien physiology… <em>Everything was blue</em>. His tears were bright, vibrant blue. They made any emotion he showed, so, <em>so</em> incredibly visible. “Your tears are beautiful,” she said softly, tilting her head at him in his arms. She reached her hand up, but she didn’t wipe them away. Instead she held his chin, and made him look at her. It was okay to be sad. It was okay to not feel good. It was okay to just… <em>feel</em>. Marley sniffed again and smiled sadly at him. “You should let other people see them, some of the time.”<br><br>She wondered what she was supposed to do with his gift; her planet. It had come with such an impossible price tag.<br><br>“You <em>didn’t</em> lose everything we had, Kaine.” She answered her first question for him, to clear any of his doubts. Before the war, they were intimate more frequently, in those secret, dirty, sad places. But their sex had <em>never</em> been like two nights ago; there were moments were it felt so <em>real</em>. “You are my soulmate.” Marley didn’t hesitate or stumble on the words; they were true and Kaine needed to hear them. <br><br>Their love was personal and selfless. He was her family, her <em>person</em>. They didn’t have to try to be their best selves, they did it unconsciously <em>for</em> each other. Was it the reason their sex was so damn good? <em>Yes.</em> Did she like having sex with him? Oh god yes. But did their feelings depend on sex? <em>No.</em> She had a passionate love with Eric, but with Kaine it was… something different entirely. He had a piece of her heart, no matter <em>who</em> she was with, or <em>where</em> she was, or how… immortal she was. Even if she <em>was</em> in a committed relationship with Eric, or someone else for that matter, she would have feelings for Kaine. Even when Kaine died before her, and he <em>would</em>, she would love him. Perhaps that was why Eric's anger hurt her so much.<br><br>“How I feel love is different.” Marley admitted quietly, twisting again between his legs to rest the back of her head on his collarbone and look out at <em>her</em> planet before them. It was broken, and falling apart, but so was she. "And yes, it is because I can’t die, but it’s also because I’m attracted to personalities, Kaine. Eric is passionate, you are charming, Tia is… forgiving.” Admitting she her attraction to yet <em>another</em> person in the house was a relief, but now the time to discuss how Tia made her feel. “Each one of you is different Kaine, regardless of what your parts are, and I’m so…” Marley sighed heavily, and sniffed, one last time, as if inhaling all of her remaining tears. “Exhausted, Kaine. I’m exhausted from feeling sad and from <em>hiding</em> my heart. And I know that loving multiple people at once is <em>selfish</em> but I can’t stop how I feel. Even when I’m with Eric, I’m in love with you. And I’m so done feeling guilty for that. I spent a year feeling guilty for that, Kaine, because I should have chosen Eric when you left to fight the war but I didn’t... I couldn’t…”&nbsp; Her voice trailed off for a moment, knowing that Eric was going to make her chose between him and Kaine eventually. It hurt her so much that her mind traveled to other pains. “I thought you weren’t going to come home, Kaine. I thought I missed my chance to say goodbye. I wrote a letter to your mom and memorized it in case you did die, because I knew I was the only person who could explain to her why her deceased son did such a stupid and incredible and selfless act.”<br><br>She gave a small shake of her head, determined. “But we are alive, Kaine.” She twisted her head upwards and kissed his cheek, his tears staining her pink lips a bright blue shade. “The Earth, this planet you gave to me, it is <em>alive</em>. It’s healing, Kaine. You are <em>healing</em>.” She kissed his lips, staining them too before pulling back ever so slightly. “Not as rapidly as me,” Marley admitted with a shy smile, not that it was a contest, “but we can’t all be immortal.” She breathed, then did something he had mentioned before, in his pain. She <em>cuddled</em> against him, pulling her knees up around her chest, so that their was no part of her that wasn’t surrounded by his big form. “I wish others were though…” Marley continued quietly, finding it surprisingly soothing to talk about her powers. They tended to isolate her, even when she wasn’t trying to distance herself from others. “That’s why, one day, I want lots of babies with my regenerative DNA.” She was smiling, soft but genuine. “I say three, but we both <em>know</em> I love sex, so it will likely be at least five. Some of them will be <em>very</em> happy accidents.” She laughed gently into the warm, desert air.<br><br>For many moments, Marley was quiet, simply enjoying cuddling with him. “I don’t want us to go back to old times, Kaine.” She said suddenly, thinking about his anger before his tears. “We survived a fucking Apocalypse, we cannot go backward. If not for us, then for the people we <em>lost</em>,” she thought about the other members of the Cathedral who hadn’t returned like Kaine, “and for the people we’ve <em>gained</em>. You saved us Kaine,” their school, despite all that had and hadn’t happened, was thriving again. “You saved <em>me</em>. And for that you deserve…” Holy shit, she didn’t know <em>how</em> she was ever going to repay him. "You deserve <em>so</em> much more than sex in the back of a sandy vehicle, or in shitty, forgotten motel rooms. You deserve <em>more</em> of <em>me</em>, and I want you to have it.” She did. That was true. She just had no idea how to navigate her feelings, or the feelings of others, to do so. “Though,” Marley cautioned with a small grin, “I don’t think I’m ever going to top your gift of a planet, so if you could lower expectations just a bit, that would be greatly appreciated.”<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>13-04-2020, 05:03:49</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Thursdy, January 11th - 8:15am</strong></span><br><em></em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/6/67/Omari_Hardwick_on_BTVR_%28cropped%29.jpg/220px-Omari_Hardwick_on_BTVR_%28cropped%29.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>WHO:</strong> Kaine Brooks (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15291877#msg15291877)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Open Hawaiian Shirt, Cargo Shorts, Boots<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Having "The Talk" with Marley<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Chopping all the onions<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Marley, Closed</span><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; He'd always been taught that when you loved someone; <em>truly</em> loved them. Their happiness, safety, and wellbeing were more important than your own. You'd die for them instinctively, even if they couldn't die. Because that's what love was; being there and giving all of yourself and then more. You'd even let them go if you realized that's what made <em>them</em> happy. So despite it being hard, and <em>lonely</em> and infuriating to basically love Marley from a distance, and only show passion hidden from Eric and the rest of the world...he did it for her. <br><br>But booooooy it wasn't easy, and finally opening up after so much time, it was like a small crack appeared in a dam that held millions of tons of water. It wasn't going to stay a crack for long. Soon, the water would beat on it until it ruptured, and all that was being held back was going to flow out. Kaine felt it welling up inside him as they spoke, and he was trying his best to keep it in, but even that first tear had felt like too much. For example, he had wanted to stay so bad. He wanted to stay at the Cathedral, and tell her, and just hold her, and hope everything was going to be okay.<br><br>&nbsp;But deep down he knew if he went out there and give it 200%. If he used all his powers to their fullest...they <em>would</em> be okay. And sacrificing that connection to save a remnant was like a sledgehammer in his chest. But he'd been right. With his help and lots of others, and herotic sacrifices, they'd <em>won</em>. And he knew he'd mattered in Earth's victory, so that meant he could live with what happened. He didn't have to like it, but he could live with it, because even sharing Marley and getting the shortest end of the stick, he still got to have her, and she was still around so...he dealt with it. "Uhhhm. I don't know. I don't <em>think</em> we did," was his initial response to her asking if they'd lost everything. <br><br>"I just think there's enough not there to notice. And knowing what we could have...and not having what we deserve... I don't like that." When she turned to look at him, evidence of her own salty tears streaming down her cheeks, he choked out a laugh as she told him it was okay to cry. "I hold back so much, Marley. I start cryin' all the time and the whole dessert's gonna be blue," he teased, getting a little of the old Kaine to come out in this hard time. She told him they didn't lose everything, or at least <em>he</em> hadn't, and he sniffled while she kept going. <br><br>Then she called him her soulmate, which made him feel amazing for a shining moment, and then the realization that for a year or longer, as her soulmate, he'd been relegated to booty calls in the dessert and shaking walls in one of the last Motel 6's in the country. All they'd had for this time since he returned was passionate arguments and mind-blowing sex. All the other stuff, good and bad, was off-limits to him. That thought kept mutating and twisting and churning over and over in his head; only serving to drive that knife deeper and deeper into his heart.<br><br>&nbsp;And the whole time he was trying not to feel like the asshole for shattering Eric's perfect little fantasy, but dammit he'd already given up so much. He didn't know how much he had left in the tank to give. "Yeah...and you're mine. I just never said it because...I mean how? When could I have before now, ya know? I always tried to keep it physical because I knew the <em>second</em> I wanted more, and got it...some shit like this would happen. I just hoped it wouldn't." As she explained herself, how she loved, he continued to nod. <br><br>Their love was so powerful that Eric's name, as well as Tia's didn't even make him miss a beat. He knew Marley didn't want to consign herself to just one person, and he respected that, even understood, as she wasn't the only woman he'd ever been with, and she wasn't the only who held a piece of his heart. He even still held out hope he'd see <em>her</em> again someday. Her heart was big enough for more than one person, and it was one of the reasons he could love her so much, because he could find love elsewhere, but hers would always shine within him. And he was the same way with her. <br><br>He sighed and squeezed her closer at her last big sniffle, because even without saying it, he could feel how tired this all had made her. He was exhausted too. So damn tired. "I know. This entire time, watching you two from a distance has been...just...sometimes it's harder than the war. To see you five feet in front of me, but Eric's holding your hand. And that...that reminds me you might as well be a million miles away. And you can't control who you love, or how many. It's only selfish if you don't let it be known from the start, but Eric's known. He's always known. He just never wanted to confront it and ask if Tia was the woman...was there a man?<br><br>&nbsp;Was there anyone else? The answer wouldn't have killed him." When she said she should have chosen Eric when he left,but didn't because she couldn't give up on them, Kaine wasn't sure what to feel. His brain knew what she <em>meant</em>, but his heart was beating all up and down his rib cage. This is why he hated bringing up his feelings. When she told him she wrote a letter to his mom, he nearly barked with sudden, ragged laughter. It hurt, but it felt good too. "Ha. Hahahah. You know my mom was out there with me? Not always in the same fights, but she put in just as much work as me. My dad too.<br><br>&nbsp;They knew how much was at risk and were willin' to give everything up to save the people they cared about. The people they <em>loved</em>." A gentle squeeze came from him, signifying she was who he was talking about. "I just wish we'd said somethin' before. Or there was time to say somethin' when I got back." Even though he knew Eric hadn't done so on purpose, Kaine's emotional mind felt he'd waited until he was no longer there to talk to Marley, like he knew Kaine wasn't around to be an obstacle.<br><br>&nbsp;But he was upset right now, and things you could get mad at made the most sense, even when you invented them. "It's hard to see, but you're right. I spot patches of grass in the dunes sometimes. A bird that's got no business out in the middle of nowhere, which means it's got somewhere to fly home too. Gaia is slowly getting back to herself. As for me...my mind is getting better, slowly, but surely. Otherwise I'm so tough, it'd be unfair if I could heal fast and be immortal too. I would quite literally be unstoppable. Even I'm not comfortable with that much power. But if it meant I got to be with you for eternity...I think I could make it work. In fact, I wish I could."<br><br>&nbsp;The thought of him dying and losing her one day was actually one of his biggest fears, hidden behind that massively muscled strongman facade. He smiled when she mentioned kids. He'd always wanted kids. "Maybe one or two can be mine...<em>ours</em>. I think we'd make the prettiest lil' mulatto babies." The two of them sat, embracing each other, him covering her almost completely and loving every second of it; just the closeness, even if the topic felt like it was tearing him asunder. "I don't wanna go back either. I never wanted what that was, but having you was more important than having everything so...so I just had you, when and wherever I could.<br><br>&nbsp;Even if that was far...far too few times over this year." He could probably count on barely two hands how many times the two had been alone, while he'd lost count of how many times she'd been with Eric. And that guy <em>still</em> had the nerve to be upset and punish her when she'd given him basically everything from day one, while Kaine had to fight to hold her hand on supply runs. Finally, she said it out loud. He <em>deserved</em> it. He deserved more than he'd ever gotten, and she knew. <br><br>Again, that was a double whammy, because it showed she hadn't forsaken him. But it still meant in a way, she'd made her choice between the two men when there hadn't needed to be one except to spare feelings. He knew she couldn't please everyone, but he wished they could be like the other night. If not all the time, then at least more than once in a year. He'd gotten quiet at this point, but she could feel the slight vibrations of his body against hers as the tears finally flowed free.<br><br>&nbsp;Even the earlier kiss that had stained their lips was nothing compared to the neon droplets falling like rain to the ground, on his clothes, staining everything that beautiful shade of energon blue. "I want that too. I want more than I've been getting; as much as you'll let me have of you. But it's up to you to make it happen. You know I'd never force anything on you, no matter how much it hurts me. So...so you decide what we are, when we happen. What we do.<br><br>What you tell Eric. I'll abide by your decision, Marley." He was leaving it all in her hands. Even if one day she told him it was all Eric from hear on out, he'd abide. With enough tears to fill the reservoir on the inside, he would abide.&nbsp; "Hehehe. Yeah well it was a spur of the moment gift. I didn't even know if you'd like it," he said in a raspy voice that made it obvious he was still trying to hold back the torrent of tears. "Maybe you could get me a pair of Yeezy's, size 15," he joked. "They're super collectibles now since Kanye didn't survive the Eclipse."<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>13-04-2020, 20:32:32</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Sunday, January 5th – Noon</strong></span><br><em>Greenhouse – Under Construction</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://instagramdivass.weebly.com/uploads/2/1/0/2/21029130/8353amiss-dollye-castro_orig.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Tia Hernandez<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This (https://www.stylevore.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/Thick-Girl-Summer-Dresses.jpg)<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Working on clearing out the old detached garage<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Marley, CLOSED<br><hr>“It does for me.” Tia answered with a smile. She had been alone for a year.&nbsp; Even at the Cathedral she often kept to herself unless it was to help one of the other residents out.&nbsp; She wasn’t a complete hermit and helped make dinner and often ate with the others, but at most other times she was working on projects of her own as she decided on whether she should stay at the cathedral or not.&nbsp; It would be nice to sit down with another woman and just talk.&nbsp; No testosterone to worry about or outside pressures interfere. Just some wine and some conversation.&nbsp; Well wine for Tia.&nbsp; Apparently, Marley needed something a little more substantial.&nbsp; Tia hesitated for a moment though. A sudden uncertainty gripping her.&nbsp; Would it be betraying the memory of those soft and sometimes very sensual moments with her wife?&nbsp; It hadn’t started with Kesi. Tia enjoyed spending time with family and friends before the war.&nbsp; Since it has been a comforting, if slightly morbid ritual that had kept her memories of Kesi fresh.&nbsp; Her brow furrowed but for only a moment.&nbsp; Kesi wouldn’t want her to mourn her forever and while Tia was far from ready to move on, drinks with a friend was hardly a betrayal.<br><br>“I think I’d like that.” Tia admitted as the furrow as gone as if it had never creased her face.&nbsp; “It would be nice to have someone to talk too.” She offered and with a smile added. “I will make sure I have something a little stiffer for you so you can feel the effects, but not too much.&nbsp; Tia turned to her side as Marley continued to question and talk about Tia’s experience with the ISO.&nbsp; The vehemence in Marley’s voice when she talked about the dangers that faced the Cathedral and what Trench and his goons might mean to them and Tia, in particular, was beyond touching.<br><br>“Thank you.” she said and reached out a hand to touch Marley’s and give it a squeeze.&nbsp; “But you take on too much.&nbsp; Don’t put this place in danger because of me.&nbsp; I can deal with Trench if it comes to that but don’t go looking for trouble on my account.&nbsp; Just hiding me here is more than enough and I owe you a lot for that.”<br><br>When Marley said the worse she could do was die, there was a small but noticeable flinch in Tia.&nbsp; If only Kesi has been so blessed, Tia didn’t want anyone else to die.&nbsp; Marley might be immortal but was she certain?&nbsp; Was there something out there that could change that?&nbsp; Tia worried that Marley might find out in the worst possible way and she didn’t want another person she had grown to care about die.<br><br>“I don’t care if you can heal from anything Marley.&nbsp; Promise me you won’t die for me.”&nbsp; There was a deep sadness and concern in her voice.&nbsp; “I don’t want you too.&nbsp; I don’t want anyone too.”&nbsp; Perhaps it was kindness or perhaps it was fatalism that drove her statement.&nbsp; Death in this world was rarely peaceful and she wouldn’t wish that kind of pain and fear on anyone.&nbsp; Tia didn’t fear her own death.&nbsp; She was certain Kesi would be waiting for her when she passed so if it was her time it was her time.&nbsp; Her body shifted and she sat back up on the lounge chair and let Marley’s hand go.&nbsp; “I had better get back to it.” She said before standing and giving her back a bit of a stretch.&nbsp; It had stiffened up during the short break.&nbsp; “This thing isn’t going to finish itself,” she added and started to walk away.&nbsp; A few steps in and she turned to look over her shoulder at the woman lounging in the sun.<br><br>“Come by my room around eight if you want that drink.” She offered before disappearing back into the “greenhouse.”<br><br>&lt;End Scene for Tia&gt;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>13-04-2020, 23:49:40</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Sunday, January 12th – 8:00 AM</strong></span><br><em>At the back gate about to leave</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3e/89289d_79493dd1d4914e01b91b3b10a8d97931_mv2.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Tia Hernandez<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> As above except for the boots cause those are not function for post apocalypse scrounging.<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Getting this thing started<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> None<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> CJ, CLOSED<br><hr><br>CJ wasn’t the only one with an appraising glance.&nbsp; It was hard to tell whether Tia was appraising her potential, her looks or her wardrobe and even harder to tell what her conclusions might have been.&nbsp; Her handshake was just as firm and she gave a friendly smile to the colorful woman.&nbsp; “It’s nice to meet you too.” She replied.&nbsp; “I’m Tia, but you probably already knew that too.”&nbsp; With a hand Tia motioned towards the old pick-up. (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Pick-up.jpg)&nbsp; “Hop on in and I can fill you in on the way.”&nbsp; She suggested as she walked over to the driver’s side and hauled the door open.&nbsp; If they had been looking closer to the Cathedral she would have gone on foot but what she had in mind was a little further afield and she wanted something that she could store what she was looking for if they found it. The truck could make them a bit of a target if they ran into the wrong sorts of people but it was a risk worth taking.<br><br>Tia slid into the truck, her bare legs sticking slightly to the old brown leather bench seat and leaned across to open the passenger side door so CJ could get in. She held out her hand in case CJ needed it.&nbsp; Kesi had always called Tia chivalrous in that way.&nbsp; Tia had always joked it was just impressing a pretty girl.&nbsp; In this case maybe it was a little bit of both.&nbsp; Once CJ was set, Tia rolled down her window.&nbsp; It was the old manual, hand crank kind.&nbsp; “The old girl doesn’t have air conditioning.” She said apologetically before answering CJ’s questions.&nbsp; <br><br>“Anything we can use for the house is fair game, but I am hoping I can find some clear plastic tarp or visqueen for the green house.&nbsp; Something to keep moisture in and let in sunlight.” It was a pretty specific ask but she was hoping by hitting up what was left of Croydon a few miles down the road that they would luck out.&nbsp; It had been nothing more than a blip of a town well off the highway.&nbsp; She had been looking at old maps and figured that it might be the kind of place that had gone mostly overlooked in the initial looting that had taken place.&nbsp; It had also been surrounded by a small farming community so if the town itself was a dead end maybe one of the old farms would have something of value for them.<br><br>“I’ve been pretty far.&nbsp; Had a long haul to get to this place last year.&nbsp; I came in from the east by way of I-230 so that has been pretty well picked over for miles. I have been looking at some old maps and figured we could head out west a few miles.&nbsp; I haven’t explored more than a couple miles in that direction and I think there might be a small down out that way we could look at.” Tia explained as her thigh shifted to push in the clutch and turned the key over.&nbsp; The truck rumbled to life after a cough and sputter and a little coxing.&nbsp; Her fingers gripped the long stick and shifted it into gear easing off the clutch while giving it a little gas.&nbsp; The Truck bounced a little over the uneven ground of the yard and rolled to a stop just outside the back gate.<br><br>“Do you mind hoping out and closing that back up?” she asked with a bob of her head towards the gate.&nbsp; “Just wrap the chain around it and lock it and we can get going.” The truck idled beneath them causing Tia to jiggle lightly as she waited for CJ to hop out.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>15-04-2020, 14:19:19</strong>
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				<br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>January 10th - 3am</strong></span><br><em>Outside Cathedral</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://www.thefamouspeople.com/profiles/images/simeon-panda-1.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Eric (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283321#msg15283321)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Tshirt, BDU pants and boots<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Arriving at the Cathedral<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> N/a<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> CJ<br><hr><br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>He looked at her realizing what she was doing.&nbsp; Like most of them needing a place to call home even for a little while.&nbsp; He didn’t need pretenses any more.&nbsp; He had another copy of himself in the shadows ready to attack her should she try to do something stupid in that regard.&nbsp; But he shifted to his dark t-shirt, BDU pants and boots it was his typical uniform at night.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;He paused just watching her he knew most people were afraid of silence alone, it made him that much more errie.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Something.&nbsp; But I think we can make the last two happen for sure.”&nbsp; He said as he became his normal self right in front of her, only a smirk played over his lips but it was probably hard to see in the darkness.<br><br>Seeing her smile was nice.&nbsp; But he knew it wasn’t for him.&nbsp; There were no smiles for him anymore as he reflected on his knowledge that he had to accept the truth.&nbsp; He was once again second fiddle to Kaine. &nbsp;“Primarily yes, that and it gives me mental access to other weapons I fight with: Swords, throwing stars that sort of thing.&nbsp; Do you really think I believe you are a poor soul?&nbsp; Anyone that walks around in the middle of the night like this is 'No' victim.&nbsp; &nbsp;If I weren’t as dangerous as I am.&nbsp; I probably should be afraid of you!” He teased.&nbsp; He was only afraid of one thing and it was a thing that had seemingly already happened.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp; He honestly didn’t think about him picking up the bag.&nbsp; He was just being polite right?!?&nbsp; At this point who knew.&nbsp; He just knew she would probably rip the bag if she continued to drag it.&nbsp; That and she looked exhausted so if she was too tired to carry the bag she was probably not going to attack him out right and if she did he could always drop the bag on her.&nbsp; So it was two fold politeness so to speak.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>“At this time of night and seeing you come to visit him.&nbsp; I am sure he will be. Rather happy!”&nbsp; He said leaving that at bay. &nbsp;“Yes and No?!?”&nbsp; He glanced down at her a tad confused. &nbsp;“Ahh ok.” <br><br>They were good friends but he wasn’t the only reason, but he was a reason.&nbsp; &nbsp; “I see.”<br>&nbsp; <br>“Sorry for my impoliteness.&nbsp; I am Eric.&nbsp; And your name again?” &nbsp;He wanted to get it into his head.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then he listened to her other question. <strong><em> ‘My so-called brother and woman were bangin’ again and seems I am the bottom part of their love triangle.&nbsp; His footstool and her leftovers.&nbsp; They didn’t respect me enough to just tell me they were together again so I am a sideline to their love affair.&nbsp; And now the only other hot unattached woman that comes in wants him too!’</em></strong><br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“Seems Kaine would not want to treat me as a Bro…fri….person and talk to me like a man before.&nbsp; Simply doing what Gods do to a society.&nbsp; Take over!” &nbsp;He did his best not to sound like a jealous prick.&nbsp; But what could he say to the newcomer that didn’t sound like he was butt hurt that his would-be brother and Marley had simply left him out to dry. <br><br>In truth, it was his fault…he knew they had been together once upon a time and given Kaine's powers…Eric was aware the chances of Kaine coming back from the war was more than possible.&nbsp; So why did he not expect them to come back and pick up where they left off.&nbsp; If he didn’t then he was the stupid one.&nbsp; Why was he so upset then?&nbsp; She was never completely his…then why did it hurt so much knowing she was back with Kaine?&nbsp; Cause she said in her own way…he wasn’t enough!!<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“Its fine.&nbsp; I am sure you want to see him.&nbsp; So I can show you to a room, 2nd or third floor.&nbsp; His garage is due North behind the house.&nbsp; You will find him there.” <strong><em> ‘Unless he is with Marley yet again.’<br></em></strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>15-04-2020, 17:25:41</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div align="center">Wednesday, January 15th - 3:15pm<br>Crash Site &gt; Cathedral &gt; Med Bay</div> <hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/vampirediaries/images/b/b9/Charles_michael_davis1.png/revision/latest/top-crop/width/360/height/450?cb=20170913185546&amp;path-prefix=de)</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> Rescue Op<br><strong>NOTE: </strong><br><strong>TAGGING: </strong> Kaine, Marley, Antigone, Eric, Xidora, Tia, Gia, Open<br><hr><br>Barry realized he was back up in this operation.&nbsp; Back up was good.&nbsp; He did not have any weed in his system right now, so he was completely on his normal overdrive.&nbsp; “Right O’ mon capitan.”&nbsp; He listened and realized more than likely, Kaine was correct and the chances of him finding a survivor now was slim to none, but he would do what he was good at.&nbsp; He waited for the rest of Kaine’s instructions before he took off.&nbsp; He was moving at subsonic speed, checking over the ship trying not to be geeked out at that alien ship and searching for survivors.&nbsp; He moved slow for him as he didn’t want to hurt himself slipping on the blood that seemed to cover most everything where bodies were.<br>&nbsp;<br>He was saddened that there truly were no other survivors.&nbsp; He checked them all over for what he could find associated with pulses, no electrical or brain activity.&nbsp; Seems the species though green had the same mental faculties as humans which meant electrical brain waves.&nbsp; Which continued to mean any pulses that were currently on the ship, were solely his.&nbsp; It made him feel bad to think whomever Kaine saved was maybe the only one of her on this planet.&nbsp; He understood the idea of being sole survivor and as a theory…it sucked!!<br><br>Nonetheless he moved out quickly and headed to the med bay realizing if nothing else…they would need to hide the ship PDQ they weren’t the only ones that might have spotted it but just in case they would need to take precautions considering someone else might come to investigate it as well.&nbsp; The only thing they had going for them was the long range communications were currently shot.&nbsp; So they might have a week or two before someone responded.&nbsp; Even then they could clean things up to hopefully hide it all.<br>Barry found himself at the med bay, post Antigone’s operation of sorts with Eric.&nbsp; He wanted to go to her but he would wait till she was fixed up and he would take care of her.&nbsp; It was his place since she was his&nbsp; woman now.&nbsp; Seems she would probably fight him on that, but he was ready for that and he would pull boyfriend rank if she tried it!!<br><br>"Nada!"&nbsp; Was all he said to Kaine, in hopes that would be enough.&nbsp; Hoping that his words didn't find the newcomers ears, he wasn't going to let his news allow her to give up. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>15-04-2020, 20:31:13</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Thursdy, January 15th - 3:00pm</strong></span><br><em>Crash Site &gt; Cathedral &gt; Med Bay</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://img.discogs.com/FiP3LlzfCZUXH3OKK_fNO6GRA2s=/600x745/smart/filters:strip_icc():format(jpeg):mode_rgb():quality(90)/discogs-images/A-2796262-1412178013-1149.jpeg.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>WHO:</strong> Kaine Brooks (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15291877#msg15291877)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Open Hawaiian Shirt, Cargo Shorts, Boots<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Rescue Op<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Xidora, Barry, Marley, Eric Open</span><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> He nodded to Marley and wasted no time jogging over to the other operating table. He took the green woman, laying her down gently and patting her shoulder. "You'll be okay. My friends will take care of you, I promise." He knew she couldn't understand him, but she'd seemed to understand his emotions and intentions earlier, so he hoped once again if she was awake enough to see him, she'd know they meant her well. <br><br>Kaine completely ignored Eric's tone, as he was more concerned with the dying alien woman and her huge ship on their property than a squabble between them at the moment. Before he could answer Eric's request, Barry reappeared next to them, saying a single word that made Kaine's heart plummet into his guts with the confirmation. "Fuck!" His voice suddenly rolled through the med bay, sharp, but contained so as to not be too loud. He wanted to break something, but everything in here was valuable equipment so he couldn't express his rage through violence like it was so easy to do outside.<br><br>&nbsp;So instead, he took a deep breath. Several of them. "She's it," he said shakily while pointing to the woman. "I checked when I found her, had Barry follow behind me and check again while I brought her back. She's the only survivor; the others are all dead." He took another deep breath, planting a hand on his hip and rubbing his temples with the other. "Marley," he said while still cradling his head. <br><br>"That ship came down from a pretty steep angle. And based on where we found it, you could see the damn thing comin' down from the Badlands all the way to Baron Chozo's territory. We gotta get it back here and hide it before scavengers come from every corner of the desert and turn our home into a warzone over the potential biggest haul since the Eclipse." He started racking his brain on what they could do, then looked to Barry.<br><br>&nbsp;"Go to the garage, get all the high-tensile cable. <em>All</em> of it. I'll be with you in a second. Marley, I need you to send everyone who can help us gettin' that ship moved. Anybody with super strength, telekinesis, Tiggy if you can get her good. We need as many people as possible to get that thing hidden. It's our asses on the line here if we don't pull this off." Nodding to the people in the room, he turned and zoomed away, meeting up with Barry to finish gathering all the cable. "Plan's simple, Padawan. We tie the ship up tight, I get it movin', then you jump in and together we haul that big sumbitch back here. Part 2 of the plan is still in progress, but we got limited time so we can think on the way."<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>15-04-2020, 21:04:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 8:15 AM</strong></span><br><em>Front Yard (Edge of Estate)</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c3/0b/13/c30b1366f38a9c0e707227f6158d1c90.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>WHO:</strong> Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> White shirt + grey pants (both pictured), tan sandals<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Talking to Kaine<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Tissues are recommended<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Kaine | CLOSED</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">What they <em>could</em> have? Marley’s eyes widened as she felt Kaine crying behind her. He was crying so much that his massive body <em>shivered</em> around her in the desert heat. <em>Did he want… a serious relationship with her?</em> She wondered how much of his heart she had missed over the years. Because it wasn’t just hidden from Eric; it was hidden from everyone. It was even hidden from <em>her</em>. Eric may have been overwhelming at times, but his desires were never hidden from Marley. She knew exactly when and how he wanted her. But Kaine had never said… <em>anything</em>, and now… <br><br><em>Now</em> Kaine wasn’t just asking for more, he was asking to <em>be</em> more, with her. <em>He had tried to keep their relationship physical.</em> <em>Tried.</em> That word echoed through her mind, crashing through her past memories with Kaine like a god damn wrecking ball. <em>How long had he tried for?</em> Since before the war? Since the first time they had hooked up in Betty? Since they had met, over five years ago? How long had he tried to be just physical when he actually wanted more from her? How long had he felt this way and… how long had <em>she</em> made him hide his feelings? Because now the big man was crying so hard his tears were falling and staining her white shirt blue.<br><br>Kaine had never said anything, so it was impossible to know. <em>Was she ready for more, for what he wanted?</em> She claimed she had hidden their intimacy – Kaine’s feelings – for Eric’s sake. For Eric’s happiness. But Eric wasn’t happy. And Kaine was right, he was an adult. Eric may not have liked that she was intimate with Kaine, but knowing that Marley was, would have broken his heart, not <em>stopped</em> it completely. Eric could heal from heartbreak. Marley could have told him long ago about her and Kaine. <em>So why didn’t she?</em> She wondered if she really was coddling Eric too much, or if Eric wasn’t the issue at all. Because here Kaine was admitting how much he loved her, and yet he was still willing to <em>abide</em> by her decision, even if she didn’t chose him.<br><br>“Stop abiding, Darling, it’s not fair.” She wanted Kaine to fight for her, and not just in a war. She wanted him to take what he wanted, instead of tolerating what little he got. “And abiding won’t make you happy.” Marley realized that <em>this</em> was why things had been so unequal between her two men in the first place. Kaine had given her a god damn planet and he only asked for fucking shoes. Eric always asked for more when Kaine always asked for less. It wasn’t <em>right</em> that she had done as they’d asked, but it was <em>easier</em> to go along with it than to actually deal with any of her feelings. “I gave you less because you never asked for more, Kaine. It was easier than trying to figure things out between you and Eric. But now I…” Marley sighed heavily. “Now I have to figure things out, even if it hurts you, even if it hurts Eric. But Kaine…”<br><br>Her heart sank, weighted down by her own sudden fears. “What if I’m not ready for a real relationship, with anyone?” Eric wanted commitment, and she didn’t. She had yet to ask him, but if his behavior in bed this morning was any indication… If she gave Eric any less of her, he would leave her.<br><br>But if Eric wanted a committed relationship, and she didn’t, shouldn’t they break up? Didn’t Eric <em>deserve</em> someone who could give him a planet, too? But if she broke things off with Eric, did that mean she just... started a committed relationship with Kaine? <em>She wasn’t ready for that.</em> The kissing in public, and the hand holding, and the moon watching, <em>yes</em>, but the other stuff? Kaine didn’t know that their house was losing funding. He didn’t know that she had lied about Tia, and even Gia, to the IOS when they had joined the Cathedral. He didn’t know that the heat from the sun was <em>vibrating</em> and that her memory was <em>broken</em> and that most days she was <em>unhappy</em> because something <em>else</em> felt like it was <em>missing</em>. <br><br>She was terrified to let him know all of her secrets, to let him in that deep. But she <em>wanted</em> to be open with him. “Maybe we can each say three things that we want,” Marley started carefully, trying something new, “besides our <em>four</em> very cute <em>caramel</em> babies whose very cute <em>superpowers</em> will undoubtedly drive us both <em>insane</em>.“ Right then, she could sort of imagine it; a very real relationship with Kaine, with lots of babies, and a green backyard, and maybe a piano. Their kids should know what actual music sounded like. It was terrifying, but not impossible, or unworthy of trying. “I want you to come and wake me up when you can’t sleep <em>and</em> you’re still tired, instead of isolating yourself in the garage.” Marley continued, sniffing, but keeping a serious tone as she admitted her first desire. “And, maybe for a while, that means you <em>are</em> waking me up every night, but Kaine, your health and your feelings… they <em>are</em> very important to me. And I am <em>so</em> incredibly sorry if I made you feel otherwise over the last five years.” She had hurt him, so much more than she knew. “I will come whenever you ask, Kaine… and not just when it snows.” She latched her hands around his shaking arms, as if soldering herself to him like hot metal. He could cry as much as he needed to, she wasn’t going anywhere. “Personally, I’d like some more blue in the desert, Darling. Otherwise it’s all just sand.” &nbsp;<br><br>She was quiet for a moment, thinking. “I think I also want you to read the letter I wrote to your mom. Even if…” Part of her letter seemed silly, especially because his mother apparently also fought in the war. “Even though…” He had also survived. Some of the letter wouldn’t make sense. “Some of it you still need to know, I think.” Even though she had made him hide his feelings for the sake of a casual, physical relationship, Kaine did mean more to her than that. He <em>was</em> her soulmate, no matter how poorly she’d treated him in the past. Hopefully he could forgive her; maybe reading her letter to his mom would help. She had kept no secrets in her writing, at least.<br><br>“And lastly, I… want to keep calling you Darling.” Marley didn’t know why, but it felt <em>right</em>. It felt like something small she could give back to him, for now at least. It felt like something that was only <em>his</em>. She leaned up and kissed under his chin, holding her blue lips against his warm skin for a long, still moment. “Your turn. What three things do you want, Kaine – and you cannot say shoes,” she quickly appended, “no jokes this time.” Though, if it made him happy, Marley would look for his prized sneakers in a fucking Apocalypse. She would do anything to make Kaine happy, if he would just <em>tell</em> her what he needed.<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>15-04-2020, 21:11:23</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div align="center">Wednesday, January 15th - 3:15pm<br>Crash Site &gt; Cathedral &gt; Med Bay</div> <hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/vampirediaries/images/b/b9/Charles_michael_davis1.png/revision/latest/top-crop/width/360/height/450?cb=20170913185546&amp;path-prefix=de)</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> Rescue Op<br><strong>NOTE: </strong><br><strong>TAGGING: </strong> Kaine, Marley, Antigone, Eric, Xidora, Tia, Gia, Open<br><hr><br>He heard Kaine’s reply and realized he felt just bad too. <br><strong><em>'Nothing like being alone.'</em></strong>&nbsp; He realized that things were different for them here most of them here had some sort of human contact or element to them some way to relate…she was…on her own with no one really to relate too just yet.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Barry again waited for Kaine to finish before he was gone, he found all the cable he could.&nbsp; He was not liking the part of the plan where Antigone was coming as she wasn’t sure if she could handle it without over taxing himself…nor did he trust her not to do so.&nbsp; The warrior in her wouldn’t let her, let her team down, he knew that much about her. <br><br>He spun himself like a top winding the cable around him till he came to the end of it then draped it over his shoulder. <br><br>He knew they had some time just not a lot.&nbsp; He was wishing someone could manipulate plants and be able to hide some of the tree damage. <br>The earth they could probably play off but the smashed trees they could just clear out a couple more and blame it on them making firewood or even a practice session?!?&nbsp; He was all but ready to go when Kaine showed up.<br><br>&nbsp;“You don’t think it would make sense to have Eric use his shadow warping abilities to put somewhere?&nbsp; I mean that thing casts a pretty big shadow&nbsp; Then all we have to do is find a hiding space?” &nbsp;He said thinking quickly.<br><br>&nbsp; “So what is up with you two?!?&nbsp; That didn’t feel like quite the brotherly vibe between you two.&nbsp; I thought you were ace boon coons…that didn’t seem like none of that?&nbsp; Sorry I am gettin’ in the business again aren’t I?”&nbsp; He said and was quickly silent!<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>15-04-2020, 21:48:14</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Thursdy, January 15th - 3:00pm</strong></span><br><em>Med Bay &gt; Garage &gt; Ship</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://img.discogs.com/FiP3LlzfCZUXH3OKK_fNO6GRA2s=/600x745/smart/filters:strip_icc():format(jpeg):mode_rgb():quality(90)/discogs-images/A-2796262-1412178013-1149.jpeg.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>WHO:</strong> Kaine Brooks (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15291877#msg15291877)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Open Hawaiian Shirt, Cargo Shorts, Boots<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Rescue Op<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Xidora, Barry, Marley, Eric Open</span><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> Raising an eyebrow at Barry when he asked about using Eric's shadow powers, Kaine nodded slowly. "I think it would make perfect sense for Eric to use his shadow warps. The only problem is it's the middle of the day, bright and hot as hell outside, and that ship is humongous. Plus, it's not close. It might seem like it to you and me because of how fast we are, but that's a bit of a drive. You know how much strain it would be for him to warp something that big, that far, with no shadows around for him to even get it to?<br><br>&nbsp;He could kill himself with all that. And we don't need that risk right now. We can at least get it here, then he can warp it somewhere close by once we make a place big enough to hide it, because we don't have anything nearly big enough to hide that right now. With all of our powers working together though, we could make something happen.<br><br>&nbsp;If we could get him to make some wheels or somethin' to perch it on, that would be amazing. But right now, he and CJ are the most highly trained medical personnel we've got. We need both of them workin' on green girl and trying to save her life. That's more important than her ship. We're just gettin it so she can have somethin' left when she pulls through all this. He also said he might need some organs from her friends, didn't he? Hopefully, there's enough undamaged stuff to help her." Both now had enough cable to make pull ropes on the ship. <br><br>Barry was right that Eric's help would be great, but the Captain's life was on the line, and he trusted his brother to guide her through that hardship and bring her out alive on the other side. Suddenly Barry asked about the obvious tension between him and Eric. He had to think about how to answer the question, since he didn't want to just brush Barry off. <br><br>"Ahhhhhhh, life is complicated, Barry. For all sorts of reasons. And the issue between me and him is pretty complicated, but it's something that involves more than one person, so I don't think I can just out and explain until it's resolved, ya know? But he'll always be my brotha, even if he don't think so. Besides, we got work to do, Zappy. Let's get this ship movin' again." Slapping Barry lightly on the shoulder, he turned toward the direction of the ship and began to run.<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>15-04-2020, 23:38:29</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div align="center">Wednesday, January 15th - 3:30pm<br>Crash Site &gt; Cathedral &gt; Med Bay</div> <hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/vampirediaries/images/b/b9/Charles_michael_davis1.png/revision/latest/top-crop/width/360/height/450?cb=20170913185546&amp;path-prefix=de)</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> Rescue Op<br><strong>NOTE: </strong><br><strong>TAGGING: </strong> Kaine, Open<br><hr> <br>&nbsp;“Ok so…any chance you know about the engines something that would make them semi functional just hover mode? How about you lift it and I make a cushion of air under it and that might help to at least lighten the load so would make the transportation a bit easier?&nbsp; Just trying to think outside of the box you know.” &nbsp;Barry said only to frown.&nbsp; For them to be at odds, he was still very concerned about Eric.&nbsp; &nbsp;Maybe the problem was with Eric then?!?&nbsp; He shrugged what did he know.<br><br>“He wants to harvest the organs?&nbsp; Doesn’t he still need to be here to do that and won’t the new chick be kinda pissed that he has her people’s organs on ice like spare parts for her?” <br>Barry wasn’t uncaring he was just rather analytical when he didn’t have his high on.&nbsp; He called himself thinking ahead but it came off rather clinical to be sure.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“Complicated?&nbsp; Complicated how? So you and him and another person?&nbsp; So relational issues with the three of you?&nbsp; Must be a female?&nbsp; So he doesn’t like sharing his female with you and feels betrayed some how by it.&nbsp; So the three of you haven’t sat down and just talked about it?&nbsp; Seems odd him being a doctor and all, but he must have strong feelings for her as you do to shut you out or be so short?” &nbsp;He shrugged.&nbsp; <br><br>“Seems like something that could be worked out.&nbsp; Damn.&nbsp; Glad I don’t have to share.&nbsp; Not sure if I could handle that!&nbsp; But not my business.&nbsp; Seems like family would come first…but hell what do I know.&nbsp; Never had a girlfriend before or someone that just wanted me for once. Oh well.&nbsp; I will be keeping my fingers cross that you come back to the place of bros.&nbsp; Nothing is stronger than family.”&nbsp; He frowned as Kaine took off.&nbsp; <br><br>“1…1000, 2…1002, 3…1000……10!”&nbsp; He took off not that he was saying it was a race but Eric all was told him to test his skills.&nbsp; And Kaine told him to push himself.&nbsp; Between the two of them he was as fast as he was, because of their training...together.&nbsp; He didn’t want his family to break up but if things were going on that his mind was pushing towards…he could see Eric leaving!&nbsp; Which in itself made him sad as well. <br><br>&nbsp;He was gone but he left behind an image mirage that took off after him as well like a slow moving picture.&nbsp; He raced till he was on top of the ship and waiting for how they were going to anchor this thing.&nbsp; He could see that they would still have some time but they would need some guards tonight for sure.&nbsp; &nbsp;Thank God for lack of formal communications, their enemies wouldn't have any either so they had time because of that alone.&nbsp; He would have to work on that…at some point as they needed something so they could communicate just with one another!!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>16-04-2020, 18:12:29</strong>
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				<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 style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><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 style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">For a long moment, Tia was quiet. Marley’s smile gradually waned as she wondered what the other woman was thinking about; if she had said too much about her powers or Malcolm Trench or… <em>anything</em>, really. Tia had only been at the Cathedral for a few months, and she had a bad habit of keeping to herself. She worried her silence was a sign she had said something wrong. So when Tia actually agreed to hypothetical drinks, Marley was a bit surprised. “Oh,” she responded as Tia endorsed drinking together, “Kay,” as the other woman said she would make Marley something <em>stiffer</em>. What did <em>that</em> mean? Did Tia have bartending skills Marely was unaware of? <em>Because if so, there were way better things to do on a Sunday than build a greenhouse –</em><br><br>Tia was holding her hand. Marley’s gaze drifted across their warm grasp to Tia’s brown eyes as she listened to the startling words escaping the other woman’s soft, pink lips. <em>Tia was undervaluing herself.</em> First of all, she was worth protecting, in Marley’s opinion, and she wasn’t the only one Marley was keeping safe inside the Cathedral. Malcolm Trench was but one threat a newcomer had told Marley about in confidence. Besides, Tia <em>didn’t</em> owe Marley anything. <em>She</em> was building the Cathedral a greenhouse, <em>Marley</em> was keeping her true identity a secret from the IOS. She had thought the stipulations of their deal had been clear, not just beneficial. <br><br>She opened her own lips to say something, but Tia just kept going.<br><br>Marley wasn’t sure she could keep <em>that</em> promise. Even before the war, she had her own bad habit of finding trouble, and consequently dying. And now, with a bunch of hormonal youths with superpowers, it was sure to happen again – even by accident. <em>Wasn’t that kind of the point of her regenerative powers though?</em> If she died, she would come back. There was <em>nothing</em> to suggest otherwise. Sure, the heat felt funny some days, but the heatwave was created by some bizarre, wrathful alien force who was bent on destroying the world. It was January, and they had no snow. By all accounts, this heat should feel funny, and it wasn’t impairing her abilities to heal herself. Marley blinked at Tia as the woman stood, seemingly eager to get back to work. <em>But today was a ‘nope’ day.</em> <br><br>“I promise I won’t stay dead because of you,” Marley called, still lying on her side in her lawn chair. Wasn’t Tia the one teasing <em>her</em> about not taking a day off? Maybe she really <em>had</em> offended the woman. Dammit, <em>Marley</em>, her wife died, she was almost kidnapped, and now she had be Ms. Handywoman for a bunch of ragtag misfits. <em>She needed to be more sensitive if she was going to –</em><br><br>Marley sat up straighter in her lawn chair as Tia mentioned drinks, in just a few hours, so casually she may as well have asked Marley to pass her a hammer and a box of nails. Marley raised an eyebrow, but slowly, a sly smile appeared on the corners of her mouth. She thought about saying something more, but decided against it, watching the vacant doorway to the greenhouse for another moment before standing from her lawn chair, and leaving the funny backyard heat altogether.<br><br>&lt;&lt;end scene for Marley&gt;&gt;</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>17-04-2020, 17:34:16</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monday, January 13th – 2:00pm</strong></span><br><em><strong>COMBAT CLASS</strong> - Back of the Cathedral near the “junk piles.”</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a9/Jinxasym.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Gigi Dias<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/97/20/55/97205587272dc3d726785fd0f02782d9.jpg)<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Teaching?<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> None<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> OPEN<br><hr><br>Gigi had been wracking her brain since Marley had informed her that she needed to cover the Monday afternoon combat training.&nbsp; She had been certain Marley was joking.&nbsp; She wasn’t.&nbsp; It could have been any other course and Gigi would have been fine stumbling her way through it, but to be completely honest Gigi kinda sucked at combat.&nbsp; She could protect herself well enough, at least enough for her to make like a rabbit and bounce away, but when it came to teaching anyone about the finer parts of mangling another human being, she had nothing.&nbsp; Zip, zero, nada and another work that meant she didn’t know shit about shit.&nbsp; <br><br>So she finally settled on go with what you know and came up with an idea that she really hoped would work.&nbsp; Gigi dressed comfortably but nothing like her usual I &lt;3 Taco’s tank-top (with two tacos making up the heart). She wore gray heathered, loose fitting yoga pants that gathered at the ankles and a dark sports top/bra.&nbsp; She was probably going to have to move a lot in some cases and if this class took a bad turn wanted to have some protection from scuffs.&nbsp; This wasn’t just going to test the other students but it was going to tax her abilities as well.&nbsp; She was going to get one hell of a workout from this even if she stayed still (probability below 5%). She paused at the back door and took a deep breath that wasn’t nearly as steady as she wished it was.&nbsp; The class was waiting, she could see them standing in the field and it looked like an instructor or two had shown up for it as well, cause that didn’t add any more pressure.&nbsp; <br><br>“Look at it this way.&nbsp; If you royally fuck this up they won’t ask you to do it again.” She muttered. It didn’t help.&nbsp; Another deep breath and she stepped out of the doorway.&nbsp; Gigi walked quickly over to the group to stand in what she decided was the front of the class where Marley usually stood.&nbsp; She gave a quick smile to Gia, but tried her best to not think about their date or what had happened no matter how happy it made her.&nbsp; She didn’t want to blush in front of everyone and look like a dufus.&nbsp; She gave a wave and said hello to those that greeted her when she walked up, but once she was in front of everyone she cleared her throat so it didn’t crack and raised it so everyone could hear her.<br><br>“Marley asked me to take over the class for the day, so why don’t we all fall in for a second so I can tell you what we are going to be doing.”&nbsp; There were some looks exchanged. Some probably thought it was one of Gigi’s pranks and were a little slow to follow directions.&nbsp; <br><br>“Come on crowd in.&nbsp; It’s only going to get hotter the longer we are standing out here.” She tried to sound authoritative and they eventually did as she asked.&nbsp; “Great.&nbsp; For those of you that are new.&nbsp; I’m Gigi.&nbsp; I also answer to Jinx.&nbsp; Now if you would please follow me.” She instructed and led the group away from the open field towards the back fence were the salvage boneyard was.&nbsp; The ground was hard packed dirt with a soft layer of finely ground power where it was traveled a lot by vehicles tires and feet.&nbsp; There were sorted piles of wood, metal and plastic in areas and a couple of stacks of old car bodies that the garage used for spare parts. Bricks were stacked on pallets and old appliances were too.&nbsp; It wasn’t a large maze but it was enough junk to get in peoples way, break line of site here and there and filled with all sorts of possible disaster.&nbsp; It was the perfect spot for what Gigi wanted to do.&nbsp; She turned around once they arrived and trying to look serious addressed the group again.<br><br>“Today we are going to see how well you can adapt when things don’t go your way.&nbsp; We often practice in a controlled environment that is optimal to showcase our abilities.&nbsp; That is all fine and dandy but not very realistic.&nbsp; Rarely do you get to pick the where and when to get attacked, or how the environment might react to power.”&nbsp; Sometimes training reminded Gigi of those old self defense classes people took before the Eclipse where the instructor would come out you with a fake knife raised above their head dramatically and give their victim all the time and opportunity to defend themselves in the pre-approved appropriate way.&nbsp; <br><br>“Today you are going to have to adapt when the fight turns against you.&nbsp; The lesson is in itself simple.&nbsp; I will be standing over there,” Gigi pointed to a spot on the other side of the boneyard. “All you have to do is go through the salvage yard and tag me.”&nbsp; She could tell immediately what people were thinking.&nbsp; Gigi had studied the dossier on all of the students and teachers. Many of them she had been forced to fight with or at least train with.&nbsp; All of those tendencies were processed and calculated in Gigi’s computer like brain.&nbsp; She knew who preferred ranged combat to melee. Who always started with an energy burst and who like to set up a haymaker with a left jab.&nbsp; They were already thinking of how their abilities would be used to touch Gigi without even being near her. The numbers danced before her eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>“However.” She added with a bit of a dramatic pause.&nbsp; “You have to actually touch me.&nbsp; Powers that strike me do not count and if you hurt me you fail.&nbsp; If it helps think of me as a bystander in need of rescue.&nbsp; They rarely do the sensible thing under pressure and are often completely unpredictable.&nbsp; Your powers can be used in other ways to help you achieve your goal as long as you follow those rules. Any questions?”<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Posting Rules</div><div class="spoiler_body">]So this is how I see this working.&nbsp; You will write a post that details how you achieve or fail at the lesson.&nbsp; Gigi will be using her probability vision and probability manipulation powers to interfere with your goal.&nbsp; This will present itself as bad luck for you and good luck for her, sometimes ridiculously so.&nbsp; This is meant to be a fun, comical lesson with a purpose.&nbsp; Adaptability.&nbsp; Please use the environment to assist and interfere with your objective.&nbsp; Things falling down to block your way, a gust of wind kicking dust into your face just when you are about to achieve your goal.&nbsp; Gigi slipping and falling just as you are about to reach her and disappearing behind a pile of junk before she runs away.&nbsp; You can have energy beams trying to block her retreat bounce off an old mirror and reflect back at you.&nbsp; Make it a keystone cops style post. The goofier the better.<br><br>When you have your post written send it to me so I can review.&nbsp; I am trusting you to god mod Gigi a little here so I will have final approval of your post and may ask you to modify it if I think you succeed to easily, have Gigi act in a way that I find out of character or touch her in a way I find inappropriate.&nbsp; This is not an excuse to grope her.&nbsp; A simple touch on the shoulder or slap on the back will do to finish up the scene.<br><br>If people want to tag team on a post that is fine.&nbsp; Two players can do so, but no more.&nbsp; They should still come up with only one post and submit it to me.<br><br>Do not post that it is your character’s turn in the scene until I approve your scene AND tell you it is your turn to post.&nbsp; I may follow up with a post from Gigi if I feel I need to and have the time, but I will not be following up on every post.&nbsp; Do not feel left out if you do not get a reply or reaction from me, it isn’t personal.<br><br>For those that are watching the training session feel free to post side conversations with the other students and comment on the events as they happen.&nbsp; If you have any questions please ask them in OOC </div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>17-04-2020, 18:53:24</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monday, January 13th - 2:00 PM</strong></span><br><em>Combat Class (Back Yard)</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/39/77/e9/3977e91a128920eba2e559d0e5bf229d.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>WHO:</strong> Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Hot outfit (pictured), black sneakers<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Observing combat like a badass bitch<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> --<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gigi, Combat Class | OPEN<strong>*</strong><br><strong>*</strong>If in combat with Gigi, PM Crash first. If talking to Marley, post whenever.</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Marley walked across the back yard carrying three things: a family sized bag of chips, an old boom box, and a large red bean bag. She was wearing a black track suit, black mesh jacket and black sneakers, and, <em>boy</em>, was she ever feeling herself. Somehow she had convinced Gigi to run her combat class, which meant Marley could still <em>appear</em> commanding, without <em>doing</em> any of the work herself. <em>It was glorious.</em> It was so glorious that she almost forgot how funny the sun felt. <br><br>If there were other students ready to teach, she would have given them her other classes as well. But most of them had either, <em>sadly</em>, perished in the war, or arrived at the Cathedral only in the last few months. But <em>Gigi</em> was ready. Marley knew the young pixie didn’t particularly like altercations, so she hadn’t given her a ton of time to process that not only would she be <em>attending</em> Monday’s combat class, she would also be <em>teaching</em> it. Gigi had been at the Cathedral for over three years. It was time. Now more than ever, since they were in the middle of a fucking post-Apocalyptic world. Also, the girl could use a confidence boost, especially since what happened with Amanda and most of her other peers during the war. <br><br>And nothing boosted <em>Marley’s</em> confidence than reigning over a bunch of sweaty, unhappy youths. She hoped it would be the same for Gigi, but they would soon find out.<br><br>“Let me clarify the word <em>hurt</em>,” Marley’s charismatic voice rang through the crowd as she stepped forward, setting the red bean bag chair on the ground to the left of the combat field. She sighed pleasantly, then flopped down into its center, her mesh jacket rolling down to reveal her smooth, soft shoulders. She crossed one covered leg over the other with a small, sly <em>smirk</em>, obviously very content to sit on the sidelines and watch the entire class unveil before her bright blue eyes. “If you <em>overwhelm</em> Gigi, if you <em>traumatize</em> Gigi, if you cause Gigi any <em>undue stress</em> that is <em>not</em> necessary for this combat class, you will fail.” There was a small <em>pop!</em> sound as she opened the family sized bag of chips. “Also, if you piss <em>me</em> off, you will fail <em>and</em> you will be asked to help either Eric or Kaine clean out the Medical Bay or the garage, during the hours of <em>five</em> and <em>nine</em> AM,” she stuck an orange-colored chip in between her red lips, talking her time and crunching on it slowly in the January sunshine.<br><br>She slowly moved her gaze from Gigi on her left, and the crowd of participants on her right. <em>This would be very good, indeed.</em> She carefully chewed a second chip, making sure she had everyone’s attention for another long, <em>painful</em> moment. Then she leaned down, and pressed <em>play</em> on the boom box, which sat in the sand at her feet. “Now," Marley’s voice rang out just before an 80’s hip hop beat echoed loudly, "let the games begin." She titled her head at Gigi one last time, before eating another chip. This may have been one of the greatest ideas that Marley had ever fucking had.<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Codexa</strong> on <strong>18-04-2020, 19:52:45</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Sunday, January 10th – 5:00 AM</strong></span><br><em>Garage</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/4PKvtYC.jpg?1)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> CJ SANTORO (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15320931#msg15320931)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> White shirt (as shown) + ripped army green cargo pants, brown combat boots.<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Enjoying her dang reunion with her person!<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> KAINE! &lt;3<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Kaine Brooks | Closed<br><hr><br><strong>“ They say patience is a virtue,” </strong>She had leaned back a little, taking in the seriousness of his expression with an amused look. They had a lot to catch up on. Conversations, laughter, stories, maybe the odd argument or debate thrown in for variety. But, that didn’t mean she had no intention of giving in to those sweet eager pleas and enjoying him in a very primal sense at least once, no...maybe two or three times before any of the deeper more talkie bits went down.<br><br>CJ sincerely hoped his stamina was up for it.<br><br>Because hers definitely was.<br><br>Although, if she was being perfectly honest with herself. This wasn’t exactly how she had pictured a reunion with him going (ok, so maybe this had made it on the list of possibilities, but she hadn’t been expecting it!) But, it was amazing, and somehow perfectly suited to them. That day, when she’d first met Kaine properly, after all the fighting, and scrambling, and saving lives. They’d clicked, and managed to share a laugh despite the grim circumstances.<br><br><strong>“ I can tell. It’s very you, it has a Kaine vibe.” </strong> She glanced around her once more, this time, taking the time to pick out the details. Personal touches that made it fit being his second home. His first presumably being Cathedral. There was a gentleness to her expression for a second, almost maybe a hint of longing. CJ hadn’t had a real home since before Eclipse, and not at all sense that went down and changed everything.<br><br>The suddenness of his question brought her attention back to him. <strong>“ Gypsies.”</strong> She stated, expression serious, a sly secretive smile on her lips. To be perfectly frank, finding hair dye, much less in her preferred shades of purple was beyond difficult. Currently, it was an eye-catching blend of dark purple, with hints of lilac for a bit of fun.NOT easy to get. She’d almost had to resort to blues or her natural color. <strong> “ The answer to everything is always Gypsies.”</strong> More like hours upon hours scavenging and then there were the semi-shady deals, but he didn’t need to know that.<br><br><strong>“Heeeey, that is my ass you’re smacking there.” </strong>She grinned down at him, wiggling a little in his grasp. The way his touch felt, the ease in which they’d slipped back into their banter and chatty ways. Hell, just how easy it had been to get to this point with him, it was this that she’d missed. How easy it was just to be herself with him. There was no filtering her thoughts or checking her tongue when he was around.<br><br><br>One of the many reasons she loved him.<br><br>The kisses they shared were breathless and eager, with this undercurrent of passion that made it hard to focus on what she’d asked him. What made it even harder was the way he shifted beneath her, and she couldn’t resist the urge to rock against him very carefully, keeping the pressure light. Kaine’s hands roamed over her, fingers rediscovering sweet spots, and it earned him little noises that basically translated to lots of <em>‘Yes! There...right there</em>, and <em>please...don’t stop </em>- when he would briefly touch a particularly sensitive spot. <br><br>When she opened her eyes to look at him, her gaze was dark with desire. He started talking about getting new students before launching into a story, and she listened and rewarded his tale by grinding against him slowly, firmly, and very very deliberately. <strong>“ With your pants down huh? Bits all out and everything?” </strong>She asked, leaning away from him to take in his expression. <strong>“This is the stuff social media was meant to record.” </strong> The mental image of him shuffling about while bandits tried to take him down was frankly, pure gold.<br><br><strong>“Not sure how embarrassing that is vs just making you sound pretty badass”</strong> She chuckled against his lips. <strong>“I missed you.”</strong> CJ punctuated those words with a slow, sweet kiss. Coming to Cathedral still had a lot of question marks attached to it, and she still wasn't sure about if she had a place here. But, for now, she would simply enjoy the little bits of good that came her way, and Kaine was definitely one of those good things. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>19-04-2020, 23:09:05</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monday, January 13th - 1:25 pm</strong></span><br><em>Combat Class in Backfield</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft"> (https://www3.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Kaylyn+Slevin+GUESS+1981+Fragrance+Launch+FWW0r2i97lLl.jpg) (https://i.redd.it/8b07ooyao5f31.jpg)<br><br></div><strong>WHO:</strong> Gia Devlin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15286077#msg15286077)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> White sports bra, light jacket with lycra tights and athletic shoes<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Getting ready for combat class<br><strong>NOTE:</strong><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Antigone, Barry, Gigi, Marley, open<br><hr><br>As soon as Gigi stepped up and asked for everyone to gather around, the busty blonde immediately stepped forward.&nbsp; This morning when she had talked with Gigi, her Girlfriend.&nbsp; She wasn't going to get tired of repeating that to herself for awhile.&nbsp; Anyway, Gigi had been nervous about teaching her first class, which yeah, that would make anyone nervous.&nbsp; To support her Girlfriend, Gia was going to be very attentive and follow directions immediately, that and she found an authoritative Gigi to be very hot, roleplay was very hot with her Girlfriend.&nbsp; She followed Gigi with the others to where all the salvage was gathered in the back.&nbsp; Gigi was very cute in her workout outfit and she couldn't help her eyes dropping down to admire her Girlfriend's tight butt.&nbsp; &nbsp;She knew she was going to become Gigi's girlfriend once she got here, but the reality was soo much better than the knowledge.<br><br>Gia listened attentively, even though she knew what her Girlfriend was going to say, as Gigi explained what they were going to be doing.&nbsp; Nodding her head at&nbsp; appropriate times to show she was listening.&nbsp; Although she did have to fight the urge to make an inappropriate comment about how she would like to touch Gigi.&nbsp; She would have definitely said it if they were alone.&nbsp; <br><br>Marley showing up with a bean bag, chips and boom box didn't even cause Gia to bat an eye, she had seen that was how the brunette woman was going to show up before she had even come in sight of anyone else.&nbsp; &nbsp;She hoped none of the others got to invested and frustrated and hurt her Girlfriend.&nbsp; If it was too flagrant of a breaking of the rules, she was going to have to get with Amber and Gigi on planning out a prank to get back at them.&nbsp; &nbsp;No matter what Marley did to them as punishment.&nbsp; Although there was only a very small possibility someone would get so frustrated that they intentionally broke the rules, so the added warnings, while she appreciated how protective Marley was being of her Girlfriend, were unneeded. <br><br>Gia admired her Girlfriend's sexy body as she walked to the otherside of the salvage yard and gestured for someone to start.&nbsp; If someone else wanted to go first, Gia would let them, but if there was any hesitation on someone else going first, she would step forward to be the first person to go.&nbsp; &nbsp;Once she had stepped up to the starting point, she would stop and look across the intervening terrain, casting her sight into the future, looking down the possible pathways that would get her across the salvage yard to Gigi.&nbsp; This was something she had done a lot to get to the Cathedral, using her foresight to avoid obstacles.&nbsp; The challenge was that Gigi changed possibilities, made the impossible, possible.&nbsp; As she was looking for the easiest path across, she found that all paths were difficult and the further forward in time she looked, the possibilities expanded exponentially, to take into account all the things that Gigi's powers could cause, becoming to much for her ability to hold on to the big picture.&nbsp; Eventually, she did find a couple of options that were relatively easier, but they were also slow, cautious and boring.&nbsp; Instead she choose the option that looked fun and allowed her to show off her athletic ability for Gigi.<br><br>It was a solid 5 minutes before she had found her desired option, the longest it had ever taken her to find a path.&nbsp; She smiled over at Gigi and called out, "Here I come!"&nbsp; She took off at a light jog, she would need a certain amount of momentum to do some of the acrobatics she would need to do to cross the space.&nbsp; &nbsp;Once she got moving, she could only look a little bit into the future against Gigi's power to change possibilities.&nbsp; She was only going to get seconds of warning, much less then she was used to, it was her foresight vs Gigi's ability to cause the improbable with her acrobatic skills being the tipping factor.<br><br>As she was jogging, the first thing to happen was her foot slipping in the sand, which she turned into an aerial forward walkover which took her next to a haphazard pile of junk that suddenly shifted and sent an old washer tumbled infront of her as she leaped into a forward tuck roll over the piece of equipment, having to immediately go into a forward roll as her feet started sliding in the sand.&nbsp; As she came out of the roll she took several quick steps forward before spinning to avoid a cloud of dust that the wind had kicked up.&nbsp; She had had an easier time walking through a gun battle between three gangs than she was crossing the field to Gigi.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was making steady progress, with only a couple of instances of having to retreat.&nbsp; One of which was when one end of a pole had broken loose and swung at the back of her knees, forcing her to backflip into a back roll as the sand slipped under her feet as she landed.<br><br>Finally she was in reach of Gigi and now the hard part.&nbsp; She was used to being the defensive one, now she had to be the offensive one.&nbsp; She started off with a simple reach forward, Gigi twisting aside to avoid the touch.&nbsp; Which Gia saw happening before it happened as her other hand snapped forward only to see Gigi slipping and rolling away.&nbsp; She started lunging forward only to know her foot was going to slip out from under her, turning her lunge into a roll.&nbsp; The next couple of minutes where of Gia lunging, rolling, flipping over things, stopping suddenly to throw herself into back walkovers to avoid various pieces of junk falling into her path as Gigi dodged and stumbled around, looking like a drunk as her power caused her to change directions suddenly and in improbably directions to avoid Gia trying to set up situations where Gigi could only move in one direction.<br><br>Finally, Gia acknowledged that she was going to have to pull out her secret weapon.&nbsp; She lunged forward as Gigi easily twisted out of her way as the busty blonde turned the lunge into a twisting hand stand to face Gigi with her back to everyone else.&nbsp; This was a very naughty trick she was going to pay for later, in a very enjoyable manner.&nbsp; As Gigi was watching her warily, looking for Gia's next setup move, Gia's hands snapped down to the bottom of her sports bra and yanked her bra up, exposing her large, firm, perfect breasts to Gigi's eyes, her perfect orbs jiggling from the sudden freeing.&nbsp; And in the moment when Gigi is stunned, eyes glued to Gia's jiggling bosom, forgetting all about the exercise, Gia reached out and softly tapped Gigi's arm, "Gotcha!!!"&nbsp; She smiled victoriously as she quickly pulled her sports bra back down. <br><br>She smiled cutely at Gigi as she was directed to stand next to Marley to watch the next person, shrugging at Marley, "All's fair in love and war." &nbsp; She smiled at Marley as she stole a chip, "If I am especially cute, do you think I will be able to avoid retaliation for that move?" &nbsp;The busty blonde asked Marley rhetorically but curiously.&nbsp; She already knew her chances and that she was going to act in a manner to have the fun retaliation happen.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>20-04-2020, 03:26:25</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Thursdy, January 15th - 3:00pm</strong></span><br><em>Med Bay &gt; Garage &gt; Ship</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://img.discogs.com/FiP3LlzfCZUXH3OKK_fNO6GRA2s=/600x745/smart/filters:strip_icc():format(jpeg):mode_rgb():quality(90)/discogs-images/A-2796262-1412178013-1149.jpeg.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>WHO:</strong> Kaine Brooks (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15291877#msg15291877)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Open Hawaiian Shirt, Cargo Shorts, Boots<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Retrieval Mission<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Barry, Open</span><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> He clicked his tongue and shook his head when Barry asked if he could maybe do something about the engines. <em>"Maybe?"</em> This was one of those situations where the lack of what he knew was at the point where maybe was a viable line of reasoning. "I don't know her race off the top of my head, my dad didn't really just keep a wiki page with a list of all the other people in the galaxy. But there's a chance her tech is similar enough to ours that I might be able to get lucky. But I wouldn't get your hopes up.<br><br>&nbsp;An American engineer wouldn't be able to figure out a Russian built machine if they used different methods and parts. But if you can get that cushion under there and keep it going, we should be able to haul it back pretty fast, especially if we get that help. We'll even have enough time to sweep out our tracks so no one can track the ship back to us." He was touched by Barry's concern at using the woman's friends organs, but he was sure she'd rather live on, knowing that their deaths weren't completely in vain, than die and that be that. "Eric doesn't need to be at the ship, we need the ship to get to Eric. All the equipment he needs is in the Medbay. We don't have the time or means to pack up the lab and drive it out here and then do post-mortem organ removal <em>and</em> surgery in the ship in the middle of the desert. We get it home, then we take the deceased to the Medbay and let Eric get what he needs. <br><br>Then we bury them...or put them on ice. I don't know what her culture does for their dead and we don't wanna be disrespectful. And maybe she'll be pissed, but she'll be alive. We can deal with the aftermath once we get over the hump of getting her over the hill." The moment froze when Barry showed a rare side of him and almost immediately pieced together the issue, then Kaine could only laugh. "Well <em>apparently</em>, life isn't quite as complicated as I thought. That or you're some kinda supergenius and never told anybody. But yeah, that's basically the long and short of it. Me and her have had feelings for a long time, then the Eclipse happened and...well we never told him because we didn't wanna hurt him. Thought he'd react kinda like he is.<br><br>&nbsp;And you'd be surprised, but talkin' about talkin' about somethin' is a lot easier than the actual talk." After Barry told him how he felt, Kaine could do nothing but laugh again. They didn't have many years between them, but experience made Kaine feel like an old man in comparison to the electrical speedster. "I hope we can work it out. And you're lucky you got Tiggy. Weird as she is. Hold onto that cuz it's rare in the world today. Legit happiness." Together, the two of them kicked up dust all the way back to the ship, then they both got up top with a quick jump. " Shit!," he exclaimed looking at the shape and size of the ship. "I could probably lift it fine. But it's too big for me to walk with it over my head. I can't balance something like that without tippin' over every couple steps."<br><br>&nbsp;The older man paced back and forth for a bit, looking over the vessel with an inquisitive eye. Then he realized that it was basically a swoop, like a boomerang shape almost, but it had landing gear. That meant four points of contact between the wings and wheel mechanisms. He had an idea that was only <em>slightly</em> degrading. "Okay, you take the left side, I got the right. I want you to tie a knot around the corner of the wing, then try and get a knot around what's left of the landing gear. I'll do the same on my side, and we knot all that together into a harness. I can haul the thing back, and if you get some air under it, it'll be like running with a parachute...except it's a giant starship. Come on, we got work to do." <br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>20-04-2020, 04:02:13</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Thursdy, January 10th - 5:00am</strong></span><br><em>Garage</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/63/b8/22/63b8226097dc0f240ffc3e3462892001.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>WHO:</strong> Kaine Brooks (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15291877#msg15291877)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Tank Top, Coveralls, Boots<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Catching up like whoa<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Mmmmm. It's <em>definitely</em> CJ!<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>CJ Santoro, Closed</span><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"I mean <em>yeah</em>...but being virtuous is hard as fuck. You know that whole saying is from Aristotle's 12 Virtues? There's <em>eleven</em> other virtues, CJ. Courage, Temperance, Liberality, Magnificence, Magnanimity, Ambition, Friendliness, Truthfulness, Wit, Modesty, and Justice." He counted off on all his fingers and thumbs, then held up another finger at the end. "And before you ask how I knew that, I have <em>lots</em> of time to read now." And boom, just like that, she had him spouting off seemingly random facts just like back in the day. The good times among the bad.<br><br>&nbsp;He still couldn't quite believe she was back, but he planned on confirming multiple times and ways in the next few days. "I'm glad you vibe with my vibe. Now that you're here, whenever you wanna get away from all that over there, you can just come here, whether I'm in or not. I'm basically the only one who's ever out here anyway. Sometimes I even make it rain and just chill in the little roof gazebo thing I built and watch it come down, listen to it on the metal roof. It's awesome." As sudden and random as his question about her hair was, her answer was equally out there. <em>Gypsies</em>. "Gypsies? I...ah....but." He raised a finger in protest, then dropped it. <br><br>"That's not fair. I can't dispute that because it could always be gypsies, and they're still out there. So I'll choose to believe you...for now." He playfully smacked her ass a second time when she dared to call him out on it. "You act like I could ever forget this perfect booty. Nope." Somehow he'd made it through his story with CJ grinding on him like a halfpipe, but his pants were certainly a whole lot tighter by the time he was done. They'd just met back up, and were already snogging like high schoolers behind the bleachers, but there felt like no time lost. This was almost the same as back during the Eclipse, except anti-matter bombs weren't dropping and Sling Cruisers weren't doing strafing runs all night long. <br><br>"Bits out and <em>everything</em>. I'm not sure, but I think I emasculated a few. Probably why all of em' didn't rush me at once," he joked. "Thank God social media doesn't exist. I don't think my mom would be able to handle seeing me kick ass with my <em>ass</em> all out and about." He laughed, naturally and easily because CJ could easily bring that out of him. "It was pretty embarrassing. You could fly a nuke into the sun and save the world, but if your jeans are hangin' from your ankle the whole time people gonna laugh. No question. And that's how I felt that day. Like those bandits were laughing at my impressive package...right before I put them in the ground." She kissed him, and said words that made his heart do a flip. "And I missed you too. Every. Single. Day."<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Grounds}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>20-04-2020, 22:56:30</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monday, January 13th - 1:30pm</strong></span><br><em>Baseball Junkyard playground</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> A thin white cotton tunic over a bikini, knee socks, with greaves. Armored in Steel and Gold, black skirt and calf-high flex-steel war boots <br><strong>DOING:</strong> Embarrassing herself<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> And it was in front of Barry<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Jynx came out, her nervous command of the gathered attention was rudimentary. Antigone rose though as she centered and addressed them, allowing her powers to place her water bottle back in the bag. Marley joined them, comfort and relaxation confirming that Gigi had something to teach them. They were heading elsewhere. Ok. Turning, she gathered her blanket, balling the armor pieces within, and tossing her bag over her shoulder. She shared a look to Barry and Gia, though Gia was overly attentive for what had been offered so far. She must be nervous herself, not wanting to miss anything. That was not easy for Tiggy as she couldn’t keep her eyes from veering to Barry all the time.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Barry was there. She wanted to be attentive, but Barry was there. He shifted, why? Did she smell? Was that away, or was that closer? Four centimeters closer, yeah. Ok. It was warm, but the heat hadn’t got her sweating too much yet. The sheen of sweat on his brow, his lip. She tried to focus again. Armor was always so concealing, all the other girls showed their skin too often.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jynx was talking again, damn, what had she said? Yeah, right, combat had never gone her way, never controlled, always a horror story. Now her class was over things going wrong? If Commander Ellington was called in, there was no ‘going right’. She scoffed, under her breath. Then the objective came up. Gigi, Jynx. Soft target, squishy, non-combatant. Save the citizen? Oh, it had all gone wrong already.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She reviewed the obstacle course of choice, what could she make a cage of that would protect and capture her? Plenty of metal, even a few prefab box shapes… Well there went that idea, I have to touch her. She had never been asked to walk up to the tank, to protect the innocent. She was an obstacle clearer, search and destroy, scorched earth assault asset. She was ready to make the decision that cost lives to end a greater threat, but how could she do this? If Gigi resisted at all, it would be a scramble across this tetanus jungle.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Antigone was glad someone else was willing to step forward, her hesitation wasn’t from fear or nervousness, but calculations. She was observing the arena again with a new outlook. The biggest concern was the power of her enemy/citizen that would be challenging her success. Probability manipulation, luck, ok. Slippery surfaces, no predictable and usable, unsteady footing. Random shifts in the settling of the stacks. Improbable events and surprising adjustments from all angles. She watched what she could and wished she had video to study and replay for recognition of adjustments. Gia took forever and minutes, it just wasn’t long enough.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She planned, she watched, then it was her turn. Limit the probability shifts, first by reducing the time frame. A fast approach should cut down on the problems her power can throw at Antigone. Pumping for all she was worth, Antigone went for the widest gap she saw as an opening. Just as she neared the gap, a broom handle old and wooden clattered through the gaps and stuck out at foot level even as Antigone shifted to slip around it, her foot slipped and she began to stumble. Crash, her armor collided to the ground with her in it.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Dirt and dust clogged the facemask. Coughing and blind, Antigone crawled to a stumble, as she tried to clear her sight, only to crash into the fallen washing machine from earlier. Ouch. She needed to catch her breath, clear her eyes, and she had no idea what was around. Except up, grabbing her armor with her power, Antigone rose, for six seconds, that should have her clear of the troubles for a moment. Lifting her facemask she scans the grounds again. There was the washing machine the track through the junkyard that she planned to follow, was that a busted bag of grass seed? How old was that? The breeze tugged at her as her feet dangled below her and Antigone’s stomach lurched. Ok, enough of this. She wobbled, down, down now. Ok, well she chose a point much closer to her target and began her descent, all the while trying to hold on to lunch.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As she neared the ground, she propelled herself forward to take the landing at a run, just as a flock of six black birds flew into her as they descended on the spilled grass seed. Her landing was hard, and she did not recover well. Crashing into the towering pillar of discarded steel. It wobbled. She froze, she could feel its integrity degrade and with an act of will froze every metallic piece. That didn’t stop the plastic toybox teetering on top from falling on her. She was not graceful, or athletic, she had stamina because she was forced to over the last year and more. She was a brick trying to sew.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Anger welled within her and she reached out, she grabbed the washing machine, She grabbed two poles, she drew her sword, and ripped a car door to her side as a shield. Unwittingly, as the car door was wrenched from the vehicle it passed over Marley, a shower of glass shards and rust fell across Marley and her collected viewers, as well as her bag of chips. The washing machine batted away minor troubles as she paced forward inexorably to her vic… her citizen. “Citizen, stand where you are. I am here to help and will escort you to safety." The emphasis on ‘will’ and the threat was real in her voice.&nbsp; The poles whipped forward to brace and strengthen the columns and teetering objects, the door bashed aside minor obstacles. Slow mitigation was working.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The perfect smile on Antigone’s face as she came around the last obstacle to look Gigi in the face was in stark contrast to her words. “I fail.” She paced forward further, and the world about them began to shudder and clang. “I cannot compete with you in agility, so if you resist, all I can do is hurt you to stop or slow you. Anything i could place in your way would hurt you if you impacted it. I cannot complete your task on your terms. I thank you, for the lesson showing one of my shortcomings.” The washing machine landed gently beside her, the car door leaned negligently upon the middle of a stack, She slipped the pair of pipes to the ground, and sheathed her sword. Another purposeful step and she was still twenty feet away, as the six foot freezer chest she had raised and poised open to capture Gigi, landed behind the girl. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Antigone turned, and as she stalked out of the junkyard, she slipped on the end of the pipes that she had placed. Then her gaze fell on Marley and she knew she was dead, she wondered if moving into the garage or even the junkyard here would be safe tonight.
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