The Cathedral {Mansion}
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				Title: <strong>The Cathedral {Mansion}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>28-02-2020, 22:44:20</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 inside 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 Cathedral</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 was originally a party house for the Founding Four.<br>After becoming a satellite school under the International Organization of Supers (IOS), considerable upgrades have been made to the property.</span><br><br><div class="floatright">(https://supernaturalwriting.files.wordpress.com/2018/04/gothic-victorian-mansion.jpg?w=775)</div><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Ground Floor</span></span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Lobby:</strong> Main entrance has couches, arm chairs, and tables. The front door is at one end, the main staircase is at the other.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Kitchen:</strong> Left of the lobby. It is recently renovated, with four fridges and two stoves. Nothing fancy, but it is clean.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Dining Room:</strong> Right of the lobby. It has a chandelier, and one long table that can sit twelve people comfortably.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Bathrooms:</strong> There are two bathrooms. Each bathroom has one window, toilet, sink, and a claw foot tub + shower combo.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Medical Bay:</strong> The rest of the ground floor is a modern medical bay, which holds computer and communication equipment.</span></li></ul><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Second Floor</span></span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Bedrooms:</strong> There are twelve <em>single</em> bedrooms. Each one has two windows, a full-sized bed, a dresser, and a sink/mirror.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Bathrooms:</strong> There are three bathrooms. Each bathroom has one window, toilet, sink, and a claw foot tub + shower combo.</span></li></ul><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Top Floor</span></span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Classrooms:</strong> There are four classrooms, each with desks, three windows and any multi-purpose equipment needed.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Bathrooms:</strong> There are three bathrooms. Each bathroom has one window, toilet, sink, and a claw foot tub + shower combo.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Offices:</strong> There are six large offices, one for <em>each</em> supervisor. Each office has three windows, a large desk and bookshelves.</span></li><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Bedrooms:</strong> Due to the influx of students, some supervisors have chosen to make their office into their bedroom.</span></li></ul></ul><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Timeline</span></span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Earth 2015:</strong> <em>Founding Four</em> find an abandoned mansion, and choose to make it their home and a party house.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Earth 2016:</strong> Founding Four continue to party in their abandoned mansion, joined by a few new strays known as <em>Cardinals</em>.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Earth 2017:</strong> Mansion is named The Cathedral and opens to individuals known as <em>Surges</em>. With the financial support from the IOS, renovations occur.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Earth 2018:</strong> The <em>golden year</em> for The Cathedral. Additional funding from the IOS grants them a medical bay, and technological equipment.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Earth 2019:</strong> A global catastrophe known as <em>The Eclipse</em> occurs in January. Many residents leave to fight it and perish; those who remain build self-sufficient protocols.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Earth 2020:</strong> A period of renewal, as new members known as <em>Luminaries</em> begin to arrive. <strong>This is the current time of the game. Writers may post any time in January 2020.</strong></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/37/3d/44/373d44179dbd3ff209443dc11cd1c7fb.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</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>29-02-2020, 04:52:12</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th - 8:00 AM</strong></span><br><em>Marley's Bedroom/Office &gt; Kitchen</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6a/13/6c/6a136c3876bb0b7116281a2a64c67163.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Pajamas, fake glasses (both pictured)<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Eating breakfast, stressed<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> --<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Anyone in the kitchen<br><hr><br>Marley opened the fourth letter from the IOS. She hoped it would be different than the first three letters, all torn open neatly on her desk in front of her. She pulled the letter from its envelope. '<strong>DENIED</strong>'. Alas, it was the same. Another polite 'fuck off' from the IOS in response to her requests. <em>It was almost like they had just been through a god damn Apocalypse or something.</em> Something indeed. She sighed and set the letter over top of the others, glancing out the many windows in her office. It was sunny already, and <em>hot</em>. She missed the snow. January should always have snow.<br><br>She pressed her lips together. <em>If the IOS wasn't going to cover any of the necessary improvements on the Cathedral, she needed to acquire them in another way.</em> Marley turned behind her, and retrieved a black notebook from the shelf. It hadn't contained graphing lines, so she'd drawn them in herself -- page after page of hand drawn charts. Names, responsibilities, cost, benefit analyses. Slowly she began to flip through the pages. <em>Things had changed, after the Eclipse.</em> Some names had black lines drawn through them, others had question marks next to their former responsibilities. The cost columns kept getting longer, and the benefits were half-assed, even for her. I mean, she couldn't keep insisting that Tori develop treatment protocols for hypothetical catastrophes <em>instead</em> of treating wounded students. Eventually, Barry was going to figure out that asking him to '<em>run as far as you can</em>' during combat training was really a request to '<em>do a 20-mile sweep of the surrounding area for threats</em>'. Sure, GiGi was happy with her logistics duties <em>now</em>, but she was like a puppy with a new chew toy, naive and unbroken.<br><br>Marley was sure some new shit storm was going to wander into the Cathedral. <em>It always did.</em> And she doubted it would work out as well as Dani had. They couldn't have gotten lucky, and withstood the Eclipse, for something <em>worse</em> not to happen. That was just karma. And karma was a total fucking bitch. She sighed, and flopped face-down on her desk with a groan, covering her latest, '<strong>DENIED</strong>' chart. She missed the days when her only concern was which hallucinogens to illegally order off the internet for that night's party. Getting the perfect substance cocktail was surprisingly difficult when you could rapidly heal yourself. Her stomach grumbled. <em>At least she could solve that problem.</em><br><br>Marley sat up in her desk chair, closed the black notebook and returned it to its rightful place on her bookshelves. She turned back around, and lined up the four rejection letters from the IOS, before opening a bottom drawer on her desk and tucking them away in a labeled folder. Now that her desk was clean, she wandered down one flight of stairs, then the second, before turning to head into the kitchen. <em>Kaine's course on Power Control started in a hour, so the breakfast rush would begin soon.</em> She opened the fridge, looking for milk but ending up with some yogurt concoction. She rubbed underneath her nose with her index finger before scooping some into a bowl, then topping it with a cereal that looked way too fucking healthy. She leaned against the counter as she dug into her breakfast with a spoon, looking out the window again. <em>Sometimes, the heat made the air feel funny.</em> But at least it wouldn't kill her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>29-02-2020, 09:11:39</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th - 8:00 AM</strong></span><br><em>Outside &gt; Kitchen</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> jeans, tank top<br><strong>DOING:</strong> cooking egg for breakfast<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> --<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Marley, open<br><hr> <br>Eric was doing his research over the country side, he had to know the boarders and the boundaries. But even as he searched he still came back to the obvious. Nothing was there.&nbsp; They had nearly cracked the world with their destruction.&nbsp; They weren't the only group left but maybe the others had tried to rebuild.&nbsp; He knew Marley wanted to prepare for the worst, but this was the worst so what was left.<br><br>His body was used to the darkness so the twilight among the trees was his element, so he could move faster, farther and yet.&nbsp; it wasn't far enough as the world was devastated.<br><br>Were they the last refuge or strong hold?&nbsp; He doubted it but he couldn't tell right now.&nbsp; <br><br>He moved to go back to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, pancakes and eggs would be good.<br><br>It didn't take him long to whip up the batter.&nbsp; But he had to run to get something when he came back.&nbsp; Marley was there.<br><br>"Morning beautiful.&nbsp; You don't look none to happy!"&nbsp; He said.&nbsp; As he set the griddles up and prepared to make breakfast for the others.&nbsp; He would return to his bedroom office since he didn't need both and his own was nicely decorated with a few knick knacks he had picked up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>29-02-2020, 09:35:43</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th - 8:17 AM</strong></span><br><em>Front Door of Cathedral</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/gvsNAKB.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Gia Devlin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15286077#msg15286077)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Ripped up Jeans with an old tank top, dirty, holed running shoes<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Debating Knocking at Front Door<br><strong>NOTE:</strong><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Anyone who wants to answer front door.<br><hr><br>Gia stopped trudging forward as she looked up at he old, dilapidated building in front of her.&nbsp; It didn't look like much, but it was the Cathedral.&nbsp; A place where she could possibly learn to control her powers better, a place of safety after the devastation of the Eclipse.&nbsp; It didn't look like much, it sorta looked like a strong wind could blow it down.&nbsp; Pausing, she cast her vision down the timestream, looking into her future again, checking to see if this was indeed the place.&nbsp; She saw herself entering the three story building, meeting people.&nbsp; Speeding faster through time, she saw herself in classes, learning various things to help her survival, in some timelines she gets into a relationship with different women, usually Amber or Gigi, and even both at the same time.&nbsp; She sees herself facing danger with different members of the Cathedral, knowing that these people she can trust to have her back.&nbsp; &nbsp;There were so many possibilities in this dilapidated building that she could and had in past spent hours investigating all the possibilities.&nbsp; She hadn't even stepped into the building and she knew about most everyone inside of it, not their stories, just her interactions with them in the future.<br><br>Bringing herself back into the present, she hiked up her worn backpack, containing all her worldly possessions, and trudged tiredly forward up to the door.&nbsp; She had walked all night to get here sooner, walking all night was safer than taking another day to get here.&nbsp; She had run out of food a day ago and only had water because of the stream she had found by searching the future for where water was.&nbsp; A years of travel through the desolation of the country, using her precognition to avoid dangers, and now all she had to do was take a couple of dozen more steps and she would be able to rest.&nbsp; Stopped in front of the door, she took a deep breath, she raised her shaking fist knocking loudly enough for the sound to echo all the way back to the kitchen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>29-02-2020, 10:10:41</strong>
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				<br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th - 8:17:02am</strong></span><br><em>LOCATION</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://www.ebony.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/06/omari-2.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> Shirtless, Gym Shorts, Shoes<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Working Out &gt; Answering the door<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gia</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> One leg was crossed over the other, and Kaine's raspy voice counted higher in rhythm with his body dipping down, then rising back up. "Four-hundred, four-hundred one, four-hundred two..." He didn't plan on stopping until he made it to one-thousand, but the sound of someone banging on the door like the police as he rose up for 403 caused him to pause, and then push up to his feet.<br><br>&nbsp;In the next instant, he'd sped out of his room, downstairs, to the front door, and opened it. It took his eyes a quick moment to adjust to the glaring light after he'd been in his dimly lit room, but once they did, he looked down at the pretty blond who'd come to see them for a reason he could probably guess. A quick glance around and extending his senses told him she was the only one here, so he shrugged and opened the door wide. <br><br>"I'm assumin' you didn't find us on accident, and also that you've got somethin' that makes you <em>special</em>. Before I roll out the red carpet, gimme a second. It's fuckin' <em>hot</em>." Stepping outside and past the girl, Kaine held his hand up high above his head, closed his eyes and started to concentrate. After a few moments, the sky turned dark and cool winds began to blow back and forth. <br><br>He really wanted to make it rain, but he had class in an hour and he ddn't want the field soaking wet right before a lesson. That would do for now, though, so he turned back to the new girl with a smile. "I'm Kaine. Welcome to The Cathedral. Come on in, new blood, time for a tour," he said as he walked past her back inside and toward the kitchen.&nbsp; </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>29-02-2020, 17:38:30</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th - 8:20 AM</strong></span><br><em>Kitchen</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6a/13/6c/6a136c3876bb0b7116281a2a64c67163.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Pajamas, fake glasses (both pictured)<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Finishing breakfast, observing<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> --<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Eric, Kaine, Gia | OPEN<br><hr><br>It would be a mistake to think that <em>everyone</em> in the Cathedral slept in. Three years ago, after many early morning parties, sleeping in was necessary. Now, it was merely a sign of weakness. "Mm," Marley mused, her spoon in between her lips, as Eric strode back into the Kitchen and immediately starting cooking for twelve. <em>She generally looked unimpressed, not happy.</em> Especially now, after the events of the Eclipse. "And where were you this morning?" Marley casually changed the subject. She didn't want to discuss her most recent failures with the IOS. Any funding issues were small enough that she could worry about them alone, at least for now. Everyone else had more to worry about anyway, given <em>their</em> powers. She ate more of her terrible cereal, still watching out the window, leaning against the counter, as if waiting for something. Occasionally, she glanced over at what Eric was doing. <em>He was making pancakes.</em> By comparison, she looked like an asshole.<br><br>"Did you notice anything interesting, while you were out?" Marley wasn't overly observant, but she <em>had</em> been up for over two hours, plotting, with her bedroom door open. When she had used the bathroom earlier, his room was vacant. Of course, Eric could have simply been in another part of the house, but with <em>everything</em> that had happened, she highly doubted it. He was also fully dressed, unlike her own pajamas. She took another bite of her cereal, the bowl halfway empty. Eric's pancakes definitely smelled better, but she would save those for other members. <em>They could use a fucking morale boost.</em> Her spoon scraped the sides of her bowl. "Are you going to Kaine's class this morning?" It was a question, but said otherwise. It was Eric's turn to observe Kaine, and her turn to observe Tristyn. Tomorrow they would switch. <br><br>It wasn't like Marley expected Kaine or Tristyn to do something wrong, or even harmful. <em>But their best friends had gone to fucking war.</em> War changed <em>everyone</em>, but most of all the soldiers who were on the front lines. They knew their best friends, if they returned to the house at all, wouldn't be the same. Both Kaine and Tristyn seemed more reserved, and <em>sad</em>, but also... broken. Marley wanted to make sure someone was around to pick up the pieces, should they shatter. Her spoon clattered in her empty bowl. The outside view still looked the same, hot and bleak. There was a <em>loud</em> knock at the front door. Kaine was instantly there, despite being far away, half dressed and likely in the middle of preparations for his class. <em>The Eclipse had made him more on edge, more protective, and always ready.</em> Marley took in a deep, audible breath. <em>Here comes the latest shit storm.</em> She watched as Kaine made the sky shift colors, and a cool wind rattle the windows. She wished he had made it snow.<br><br>"Fuck," she breathed softly, at the sight of the worn out blonde stepping into her home. "She looks like one of those --" she paused, quietly speaking to Eric, "what are the tiny animals in the holes in the ground in the desert called again?" She blinked as Kaine brought her towards them. Marley set her empty bowl behind her, on the counter. She stepped forward towards the very dirty new girl, before whispering back to Eric, "Groundhog. She looks like a fucking groundhog." Did she come here <em>alone</em> through the desert? Even Marley was a <em>little</em> impressed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>29-02-2020, 19:18:43</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th - 8:00 AM</strong></span><br><em>Outside &gt; Kitchen</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> jeans, tank top<br><strong>DOING:</strong> cooking egg for breakfast<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> --<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Marley, open<br><hr> <br>&nbsp;<br>He heard her, he didn’t reacted seems like they had the same reaction to one another whenever the other entered the room.&nbsp; They were lovers…bed partners from time to time.&nbsp; She really didn’t tell him not and he was likewise.&nbsp; <em>'Not with you!'</em> he said mentally, indicating where he could have been.&nbsp; Eric was greedy he always wanted more, but he knew she was too much of a free spirit to settle down so he accepted what time she gave and kept his damned mouth shut.&nbsp; He understood his bumblebee, he just enjoyed when she settled next to him.&nbsp; “Scouting, installing connection points for broadcasting.&nbsp; A bit further each day…I am at 50 square miles.&nbsp; There is nothing right now, we are going to have to go in one direction or another to cover distance.” &nbsp;He was less of an ass as he knew he liked her more than she did him.&nbsp; He couldn’t be jealous as that would push her away more.&nbsp; Instead he just made her a plate of pancakes.<br><br>“There is no communication other than what we setup right now.&nbsp; We are in the virtual dark ages, till we can reach a civilization.”&nbsp; He responded.&nbsp; He didn’t like to bring bad news, he typically kept it to himself until she asked.&nbsp; <br><br>“Of course, it is my turn.”&nbsp; He said as if it were matter of fact, they had discussed it after all.&nbsp; They didn’t need their friends killing someone in some PTSD flashback.&nbsp; He had to keep up and if need shut them down or at least save the one they were with.&nbsp; He and Kaine had been close, he didn’t think his friend would forgive him for not coming much less be back.&nbsp; He did comeback, but he wasn’t the same.&nbsp; Eric saw the aftermath second hand.&nbsp; Kaine saw the bloodshed first hand.&nbsp; He could only imagine what it was like in Kaine’s own head.&nbsp; Even Tristyn was far less jovial upon his return.<br><br>“It doesn’t have to be that bad every time someone shows up.&nbsp; We are here for a reason, love.” &nbsp;He noticed the sky changing. &nbsp;“Where was he two hours ago when the sun was slapping me around?”&nbsp; He asked allowed but to himself.&nbsp; His powers were cooler she he was able to noticed any type of heat or change in temperature.&nbsp; <em>‘By product.’&nbsp; He thought.</em><br><br>He looked the woman over. &nbsp;“Ground squireel or ground hog.”&nbsp; She said it a few seconds later.&nbsp; He could only hope the attractive young woman had information if nothing else. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>01-03-2020, 07:44:09</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th - 8:23 AM</strong></span><br><em>Front Door of Cathedral</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/gvsNAKB.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Gia Devlin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15286077#msg15286077)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Ripped up Jeans with an old tank top, dirty, holed running shoes<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Front Door to Lobby<br><strong>NOTE:</strong><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Anyone who wants to answer front door.<br><hr><br>Gia was a bit surprised that it was Klaine answering the door, usually it was Eric or Marley.&nbsp; She nodded in agreement when he assumed she had some kind of special skill.&nbsp; If she wasn't so tired, she would be smirking, but that took too much energy.&nbsp; Even as he was asking her to wait a second, she had already stepped out of his way, she would love a cool breeze.&nbsp; She watched as he used his power to change the weather, closing her eyes in relief as a cool breeze flowed over her as clouds blocked the sun. "It is nice to meet you Klaine, I am Gia.&nbsp; Thanks for providing the cool breeze." The petite, busty blonde winced at how dry and rough her voice sounded as she followed the big, muscular man into the lobby of the Cathedral.&nbsp; She wished she had the ability to clean up before this meeting, but crossing a desert wasn't conducive to prettying oneself up before meeting new people.&nbsp; She has only been able to get basic sand baths as she crossed the desert.<br><br>She turned toward the kitchen entrance and gave a small wave to Marley and Eric, who were standing in the kitchen looking at here and whispering together.&nbsp; She had never caught what they were whispering, no matter how many times she had tried, she was just too far away from them.&nbsp; All three looked like what her future visions had shown her, most of the time.&nbsp; She was having to resist asking for breakfast, she could smell the food and she flushed as her stomach rumbled angrily as she was lead into the kitchen to greet the other two founders.&nbsp; "Sorry, I haven't eaten recently."&nbsp; It never failed, her stomach rumbled at this time in all her visions where she rushed the last day and night.&nbsp; At this point, she wasn't sure what she wanted first; food, shower or sleep.&nbsp; The sleep wasn't going to happen for awhile according to her visions, although she was good for a couple of more hours of focusing, but she relaxed at all, she was going to pass out.&nbsp; "Hello, I hope you have room for another student," she addressed the two other founders.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>01-03-2020, 16:51:37</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th - 8:17:02am</strong></span><br><em>Front Door &gt; Kitchen</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://www.ebony.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/06/omari-2.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> Shirtless, Gym Shorts, Shoes<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Working Out &gt; Answering the door<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gia</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; &nbsp;When she simply nodded yes to his not so thinly veiled question of whether she was a super or not, Kaine gave her a quick wink in return before shifting the weather. He could hear Marley in his head as he did, <em>why not just make it snow? dry wind is awful on my hair</em>. It made him chuckle to think about, but he'd known her so long and so intimately...on several levels that it was second nature to think about now. She introduced herself as Gia, and he offered a hand to shake.<br><br>&nbsp;If she'd paid close attention, she could see his hand quite literally shaking, even if only slightly. The Eclipse had done a number on him and Tristyn both, and his own issues were mainly mental. He'd never killed before that day, despite just how freakishly strong he was. But that day, he killed a <em>lot</em>. It was out of necessity to save the planet of course, but that rationalization didn't negate the fact that he was drenched in blood that wasn't his more than once. Friend or foe, by the end of the night it didn't even matter. <br><br>That quick flashback vanished from his mind almost instantly when he realized he had to be on his best behavior with new blood around. "You're a brave woman, Gia. Findin' us all the way out here <em>after</em> everything that's happened? Gotta be tough to hike to the Cathedral. Pleasure's mine, pretty lady. And after my lesson's over, I might make it rain." As he and Gia walked into the kitchen, there stood Marley and Eric, talking about groundhogs and the big man complaining about the wind. <br><br>"Eyes closed, under the sheets. After everything...I take sleep when I can get it, ya know?" he said with a smirk in his tone, but his friends would know that he'd probably taken some pills to sleep, since he could go for days without it after the Eclipse.&nbsp; "Marley, Eric, this is Gia. Gia, these two help me run this place. They're family. And far as I know, we always got more room. This place is fucking massive." <br><br>Walking toward the fridge, he bent down and easily tilted it up to get to the Cinnamon Toast Crunch he kept there so people couldn't go eatin' his food without permission. He got two bowls, then poured himself some and Gia one as well. He even put in milk. Thankfully cows were still around, but milk was hard to get with how fucked up supply lines were. Still that government(what was left of it) funding made sure they ate good at least. <br><br>Finally adding a spoon, he pulled a chair over to the table and put the bowl there. "Sit. Eat. You can have some eggs when breakfast is ready, but sounds like your stomach is touchin' your back. This'll help." Walking back over to his friends, he tapped his fist against Eric's, then leaned down and kissed Marley on the forehead before leaning against the wall and starting in on his cereal. Gia already had his approval, now it was up to the others, but he had an idea that they'd say yes since...well they had never really said no as far as he could recall.<br><br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>02-03-2020, 02:30:59</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th - 8:25 AM</strong></span><br><em>Kitchen</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6a/13/6c/6a136c3876bb0b7116281a2a64c67163.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Pajamas, fake glasses (both pictured)<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Finishing breakfast, observing<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> --<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Eric, Kaine, Gia | OPEN<br><hr><br>Eric warned her to lighten up around the new recruit. It wasn't that Marley didn't want the Cathedral to rebuild, but since the events of the Eclipse, everything and everyone could be a potential threat. Even this reserved, unkempt, hungry blonde girl. But <em>of course</em> they had room. <em>Especially since many of their former members died in the war.</em> Marley watched as Kaine lifted the refrigerator to retrieve his sacred breakfast. At this point, sugary cereal was more or less a relic of the past, and he knew it. If Eric was correct, and there was <em>nothing</em> in a 50 mile radius of the Cathedral, Kaine likely wouldn't be eating 'Cinnamon Toast Crunch' for much longer. <br><br>She made a mental note to talk to Amber about helping them establish a more secure communication system -- one that withstood their current climate and did not rely on the IOS whatsoever. Kaine suddenly kissed her forehead. Marley didn't budge. It wasn't the first time he'd done so. He'd done it when he and the others left to fight in the Eclipse. <em>It was his way of telling her to stop pouting.</em><br><br>Marley cleared her throat, trying her best to appear more <em>inviting</em>. "Well, Gia," she added, taking the plate of pancakes Eric had clearly prepared for <em>her</em> and set them down in front of the new girl <em>instead</em>, "between Kaine's precious cereal and Eric's pancakes, it looks like you have their vote." Of course, it wasn't that simple with Marley. Especially not now. Undoubtedly, since she made it to the Cathedral, Gia was <em>gifted</em>. She could very well be dangerous too, even if she didn't intend to be. Students they took in often had uncontrolled or untapped abilities, and with their dwindling resources and the world around them, it was more difficult to maintain a safe haven than ever before. "We'll make sure you get cleaned up after you eat," a shower would work wonders for her, "but in the meantime we have a few questions, as you might imagine." Marley stepped up to the table and leaned on its surface on her elbows, so that she was similar height to Gia. "First and foremost, the Cathedral is a training academy for supers, run by the three of us and a few others. Given..." Marley paused, choosing her next words carefully, "recent events, were you followed or sent by any threats we need to know about?" It was a fair question. Niceties would wait if there was danger on the horizon or even moments away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isengrad</strong> on <strong>02-03-2020, 02:40:37</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th - 8:27 am</strong></span><br><em>bedrooms &gt; Kitchen</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aWcRsEO.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> James &amp; Sergio Durante (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15289782#msg15289782)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>Jeans and a T-shirt the both of them(James plain, Sergio Pink Floyd)<br><strong>DOING:</strong> waking up and heading down for breakfast<br><strong>NOTE:</strong><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open to all, tagging Kitchen<br><hr><br>It had been a few months since the boys had arrived at the Cathedral, a few months since the events of the eclipse and the loss of their family. They were getting used to the new Norm of this world. The hot days and windy nights, the scarcity of food and clean water, and the uncertainty of what tomorrow would bring. It would be heavy for any adult, but they were both teenagers, teenagers who had found out they were supers not to long ago. How they arrived at the house was as much a miracle as it was luck, but luckily for the both of them they were Quite durable. this morning began like many others, with James up earlier than his brother.<br><br><strong>"Come on Man, time to get up. I'm not gonna be late for Class again and have to put up with an earful because you don't want to get your ass out of bed."</strong> Said James, having been up at 8 am he was already dressed in a pair of crisp blue jeans and a dark navy shirt. He was shaking his brother awake, doing his best not to just haul off and smack him. He finally resorted to pulling the pillow out form under his head and smacking him in the face with it.<br><br><strong>"Fu...what.... Damn it... dude I'm up I'm up."</strong> Spoke Sergio as he was roused from sleep from his uptight twin, always acting so high and mighty since he was technically older (and so far one of the few things that could stop him).Rolling out of bed he threw the covers off just in time to be hit in the face with a pair of pants.<br><br><strong>"Hurry up and get dressed Sergio..."</strong> James could already smell breakfast being made at that point, if they did not get down there soon the both of them would be scrounging for something to eat before the Morning class, and you did not want to do that on an empty stomach. James stepped into the hall and leaned against the wall, waiting for his brother. Sergio joined him not long after, dressed in faded jeans and a Pink Floyd t-shirt that had seen better days. Together they made their way down to the kitchen.<br><br>James entered first, and was surprised to see a new, if badly in need of a shower, guest. He was about to Ask who she was when Sergio came in behind him and his smile went ear to ear.<br><br><strong>"Hey who's the hott.."</strong> Sergio did not get a chance to finish that statement casue James had grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him back as he was about to step forward and make a total ass of himself.<br><br><strong>"Calm down Bro, she might think your a nice person don't shatter the illusion yet."</strong> This comment earned James a brotherly punch in the shoulder but the more put together to the two looked to Marley and the other founders present.<strong>"Who's out guest?"<strong></strong></strong> The elder twin asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>02-03-2020, 17:45:01</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th – 10:00 AM</strong></span><br><em>Outside Marley’s Office</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Jinx598.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Gylda Gabriela Alejandra Dias<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> As pictured with red sweatpants and sneakers (https://images.asos-media.com/products/asos-pantalon-de-jogging-avec-bande-contrastee-sur-le-cote/6935497-4?$XXL$&amp;wid=513&amp;fit=constrain)<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Waiting on Marley to be done with the new girl so she can start the tour.<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> None<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gia<br><hr>Normally Gigi liked mornings. Everything was quiet and calm.&nbsp; She wasn’t inundated with stimuli and her probabilities revolved more around what she was going to have for breakfast than the likelihood they would run out of fresh vegetables if the average temperature increased 2 degrees and held for two weeks.&nbsp; She felt almost normal early in the morning so she was often up before most of the Cathedral as long a random party didn’t break out the night before.&nbsp; It had been two weeks since an all Cathedral rager.&nbsp; That put the probability of house debauchery at about 81.4% in the next four days.&nbsp; If you included the weekend it rose another 6.7% with a +/- 3% margin of error. That was down from December but holidays were always an outlier.&nbsp; Cathedral parties overall had been down a full 13.9% since the shit hit the fan and was still on the decline.<br><br>Lately mornings hadn’t been the sanctuary they used too.&nbsp; Her mind drifted to Amanda, her best friend, or she was until she was killed by the Eclipse.&nbsp; Now she woke up running hypotheticals. The probability Amanda would still be alive had Gigi gone with her.&nbsp; The probability they both would have died.&nbsp; That Gigi would have died and Amanda lived.&nbsp; It was always hauntingly the same, had Gigi just gone with her, she there was a higher probability that Amanda would still be alive and that guilt was soul crushing.&nbsp; When she was awake she threw herself into Cathedral logistics.&nbsp; Her world was a swirl of calculations and probabilities.&nbsp; She had become coldly robotic in her assessments and practically given up her pension for pranks.&nbsp; The flood of information she used to keep her thoughts from the cold harsh reality of her role in Amanda’s death gave her splitting headaches.&nbsp; She had resorted to binge drinking and sleeping late to help alleviate the migraines but she was slipping.&nbsp; That could have been why Marley decided she would be running tours for incoming students. As a way of snapping her out of her own held.&nbsp; Maybe she was giving Marley too much credit and she just didn’t want to do it herself. It was a 50/50 proposition.&nbsp; <br><br>50.325/49.675 to be exact.<br><br>A sigh escaped pouty red lips as she watched the percentage the door would open slowly tick up.&nbsp; The sound of chairs scraping saw it jump to 89.2% and turn from dark green to yellowy green.&nbsp; Gig’s mind processed probability in raw numbers and color gradients. Reds and purples were low, blues held a large margin of error while greens and yellows were high probabilities. The more stimuli, the more likely her vision would swirl with colors.&nbsp; She was told it was odd, but it was how she had always seen the world, a dizzying halo of numbers and colors.&nbsp; Gigi focused her attention on the door and the halo faded into the background.&nbsp; She tried to plaster on a smile, but it looked more like she just tasted something odd.&nbsp; The voices grew closer as did the sound of footsteps and the door drew open. <br><br>“Hi, I’m Gigi.” She said as the two figures exited the office.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>02-03-2020, 19:30:30</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monday, January 6th - 10:30 PM</strong></span><br><em>Medical Bay (Computer Station)</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/06/8a/78/068a784bd2176ad1eed0bd4e56afc321.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Dressy outfit as pictured<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Checking in<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> --<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Amber | OPEN<br><hr><br>It was late. Marley had taught her course on Politics over twelve hours ago, and yet she was still wearing her 'professional' clothes. She always seemed to dress the nicest on Monday, and by Friday it was t-shirts and overalls. Truthfully, there wasn't a reason to dress fancy, considering they were in a post-Apocalypse and most of the student's respected her out of necessity. But since the Cathedral had <em>survived</em> the events of the Eclipse, most of Marley's old clothes were still in relatively pristine condition. <em>If she actually had a teaching degree, in another life, she probably would have dressed like this all the time.</em> And some days it felt good to pretend. To pretend she wasn't the only person capable of surviving endless mass destruction. To pretend she was someone other than a founder of a super powered boarding school. <em>To pretend she actually knew what the actual fuck she was doing.</em><br><br>It was better <em>before.</em> Marley walked down the hallway of the third floor of the Cathedral, she ran her clean finger tips along the old walls, tempting closed doors. Before the war, they had had six supervisors, who not only worked hard but shared the workload. <em>Then four of them left.</em> Four of them left to fight in the war, with no guarantee of returning, in <em>any state</em>. It was only her and Eric at the Cathedral, and a few students who had also stayed behind. Eric was the better teacher -- he was nice, and approachable and committed to his students -- so she gave most of the classroom duties to him while she... did all of the other administration <em>garbage</em>. The behind the scenes stuff that <em>before</em>, required little thought. Marley walked slowly down one staircase, her nude heels <em>clicking</em> on the steps. Two years ago, the IOS was well funded and respected the wishes of its satellite schools. Support was never a question. But now... Marley ascended the second staircase. She knew Amber was a night owl, and was likely still at work at the computer station, near the front of the Medical Bay.<br><br>Now every inch of support was an uphill battle. Even when the other four supervisors returned, Marley had clung to her administration duties like a god damn security blanket. <em>Her entire family almost died in the war. The least she could do was handle the administration stress on her own.</em> She had even cut-back on her existing courses to do <em>all</em> of the financial responsibilities. She looked over the ground floor lobby. It was quiet, for once. She turned and headed down the hall, the walls shifting from old, worn-in wallpaper to shiny, metal panels. Most of the house looked like it was from the Victorian era, but the entire back half of the ground floor looked like it was from a spaceship. Everything in the Medical Bay had, at one point, been fully gifted from the IOS when the school went public. But the IOS didn't give presents anymore. <em>In fact, like the economy, they were failing.</em> A slow, but steady fall. A fall that Marley was keeping as secret as she could. There were other issues, more overt ones, that the students should focus on. Namely security. <em>How many of them had told her of the dangers they had come from, before showing up here?</em> None of their students had a happy past, and Marley wanted to ensure that the school kept their nightmares away. <br><br>"Amber?" Marley called, stepping around storage lockers and other buzzing systems. They needed a security system that functioned in the world now, that didn't rely on the IOS or anything else. Something consistent, something powerful. Amber hadn't been at the Cathedral for very long, but her powers allowed her to develop and control technology in ways Marley couldn't have thought possible. "How is your project coming along?" Perhaps it had been selfish of her to ask one of the newest recruits to halt their combat lessons in lieu of building software, but it was what the Cathedral needed. <em>And, based on what little she knew of Amber's past, Amber wasn't inclined to fight, so this arrangement was a win-win.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>03-03-2020, 00:13:33</strong>
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				<br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monday, January 6th - 10:30 PM</strong></span><br><em>Medical Bay (Computer Station)</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://lezwatchtv.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/12/Alycia_Debnam_Carey-350x412.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Amber Jenson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15293218#msg15293218)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; As pictured plus black booty shorts<br><strong>DOING:</strong>&nbsp; Working Away<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> - <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Marley | OPEN<br><hr><br>It might've been late to most people, but for Amber, it didn't really feel that late.&nbsp; For some reason, she never really felt all that tired most of the time.&nbsp; Sure, she would need some sleep, but when she did sleep, it was usually only for a few hours here or there.&nbsp; She honestly didn't remember the last time she had slept all night.&nbsp; Usually, if she went to bed before midnight, she was awake by four in the morning and bored out of her mind since there was nothing to do at that time of day.&nbsp; So she had gotten into the habit of not going to bed until two or three in the morning so that it was a decent hour when she woke up and could actually do things.&nbsp; Never once did she really question why she operated so fine on a lack of sleep, she just assumed that she was lucky like that and would use it to her advantage in order to accomplish whatever thing she had her mind focused on at the moment.<br><br>And right now, she had one of the panels to the computer station in the Medical Bay removed and her hand was inside of it, holding onto the wires that were there.&nbsp; For most people, that would've hurt like hell and achieved nothing, but for Amber, it was the same as sitting there with a keyboard at her fingertips.&nbsp; In fact, it was even better because she wasn't limited to inputting data and things with keys and coding that anyone could figure out and eventually crack.&nbsp; No, doing this, she could literally rewrite all the code into a language that would be nearly impossible to decode.&nbsp; After all, in order to decode it, someone would need to be able to figure out what was going on in Amber's mind and that was something that was nearly impossible to do since even she couldn't always figure it out.&nbsp; Of course, the question of why she was doing this could easily be asked since she was essentially redesigning the Cathedral's entire security system to the point that only a select few would actually be able to know what was going on.<br><br>The answer was simple and it was because Marley had asked her to do so not long after she had arrived at the Cathedral.&nbsp; Literally almost as soon as Marley had come to understand what Amber could do, it was brought up.&nbsp; Her concerns about how everything was from IOS and how it was too vulnerable for her liking.&nbsp; So a deal had been struck.&nbsp; In exchange for not having to do combat classes, at least for now, Amber would spend the time working to shore up their cyber defenses in expectation that sooner or later, they could potentially expect an attack on that front.&nbsp; For some, this might've been a daunting task, but for Amber, it was really quite fun.&nbsp; She enjoyed figuring out a system, breaking it down, and then rebuilding it in her own image.&nbsp; There had been some stipulations, of course.&nbsp; Marley and the other Supervisors still had to be able to operate it and some of the program had to accessible to others, but for the most part, she had been given permission to do whatever she felt she had to do in order to make it work.<br><br>Right now, she was fiddling with the remote access set-up, trying to shift it so that it would only be accessible with a series of amusingly complex keywords.&nbsp; That was until she heard Marley's voice and she turned to see the older woman appearing in her view.&nbsp; She tried to smile, but it came off as a sort of grimace before she would shrug her shoulders lightly.&nbsp; <strong>"My project, as you call it, is going well I suppose.&nbsp; As it sits, the only thing that could get through this from the outside would be an EMP since I really can't do anything about that.&nbsp; As far as internal stuff, I'm still having some fun.&nbsp; Trying to see if I can make anyone who enters a wrong passcode get a nasty electrical shock.&nbsp; Make them think twice about trying again."</strong>&nbsp; Alright, so she was a bit sadistic at times, but she was having fun.&nbsp; Looking over at Marley, she would wait for the older woman to speak, but she was fairly sure that she was going to get told she couldn't do the electrical shock.&nbsp; Then again, that didn't mean she didn't have some other ideas as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>03-03-2020, 01:08:03</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Thursdy, January 9th - 2:00:00am</strong></span><br><em>Garage</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> Tank Top, Coveralls(around his waist) Sweats, Boots<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Not sleeping, staying busy since he's not sleeping<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Marley</span><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">--Thirty Minutes Ago--</span></div><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Every few minutes for the past two hours he'd rolled over to stare at his alarm clock. And every time he did, he'd see that only a few minutes had passed since his last look. It was happening again. The sleepless nights came often, and as tired as he got, he was grateful for them as the opposite was usually horrific nightmares. He'd rather stay awake forever than see a friend die in his dreams yet again.<br><br>&nbsp;Sighing loudly, he accepted that his eyes wouldn't be closing any time soon, so he got up, put on some of his greasy clothes, and headed downstairs. Thankfully, his speed could also be utilized for silence, as his footfalls were too fast to make noise. So before he could make a peep, he was outside on the steps, looking up at the sky. He didn't even notice he was twirling his hand to change the climate until the first flake of snow fell onto the cool sands before him.<br><br>&nbsp;When he thought about it, clearly his logic was that if it was made even colder tonight, then in the morning when the sun rose and the snow started to melt, the area around the Cathedral would stay cool for longer. <em>Maybe</em> he had another reason, but it would take something or someone stronger than him to make him admit it. After staring at the beauty of his handiwork, he got up and walked through the whitening sands around the house and to the garage. <br><br>Because it was built to house cars for a mansion, the garage was basically a house itself, with room for multiple cars at once, and even a second story with offices and stuff. He and Tristyn both had storage rooms they used as beds when they were too tired to walk back to the main house. He looked around for a bit to find his toolbox, then flipped the lights and pulled out the space heaters since he wanted to see the snow while he worked. <br><br>With all his tools in his hand, he walked over to Betty (https://cdn.motor1.com/images/mgl/1YbO9/s1/new-inkas-sentry-apc-puts-all-other-armored-suvs-to-shame.jpg), a military-grade, armored truck he'd found sitting pristine and unused after the Eclipse. The poor bastards using it had gotten killed before they even made it into the warehouse. Since then he'd been using it for his missions, and kept it in tip-top shape. <br><br>He even added a gun emplacement on the roof because the world was fucking crazy now, and the extra protection didn't hurt, nor did the second look people gave when they saw that 50. cal vulcan cannon up top. He then walked over to Betty, popped the hood, and leaned down to see what needed fixing. "Damn...gotta figure out a way to keep sand from gettin' fucking everywhere in this thing. It's annoying at this point," he groaned to no one but himself as he started his work.<br><br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>03-03-2020, 03:22:33</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monday, January 6th - 10:35 PM</strong></span><br><em>Medical Bay (Computer Station)</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/06/8a/78/068a784bd2176ad1eed0bd4e56afc321.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Dressy outfit as pictured<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Checking in<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> --<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Amber | OPEN<br><hr><br>Marley had yet to die from electrocution. She was sure the likelihood of that occurring had risen, especially if Amber touched live wires like they were no fucking problem at all. <em>Did she at least want a better chair to sit in while she did so?</em> Marley wasn’t sure what to offer the younger woman. “Okay, but keep in mind, Amber,” she could at least offer advice, “both you, me, Barry and likely Kaine and the twins are not susceptible to electricity. Dani might be immune too, though I’m not entirely certain what happens to her body when she stretches.” She pulled over a rather fancy, and therefore out of place, chair on wheels. She sat down, crossing her legs. “That means other supers might not be susceptible to it either.” It wasn’t a bad idea. It just needed a wider range. In this climate, most of their threats were other supers.<br><br>“Remind me again what EMPs are and why they could pose a threat to us,” admittedly, Marley hadn’t spent a lot of time studying technology. A lot of the phrases that left Amber’s <em>lips</em> went well over her <em>head</em>, even in heels. But, Amber did look like she was invested in the… <em>project</em>. She obviously didn’t like Marley’s choice of words, or even Marley’s sudden interruption, but Marley didn’t press the issue. Amber was new to the Cathedral and had obviously been through fucking hell to get here. She didn’t trust Marley yet. In fact, she barely trusted <em>anyone</em> -- she seemed much more at home with the computers in front of her. In fact, half the reason Marley had come downstairs to find the young girl was to inquire if she had eaten dinner. Or slept recently. <em>Was it just her imagination, or did Amber seem to feed off of the technology she built?</em><br><br>Marley pressed her lips together and attempted to be more encouraging. “No one has ever looked into these systems except for you, so, you’re the expert.” It was true. Somehow, she was relying on a nineteen year old tech wizard for guidance. But anything was better than relying on the IOS. “We just used what was already set up until… well, we couldn’t.” Massive power outages had been an initial sign of the Eclipse. Technology still had yet to recover fully from that, though it was better. At least Amber had gotten her old iPod working for party shenanigans. The songs were, undoubtedly, a little dated, but fuck it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>03-03-2020, 03:24:15</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Thursday, January 9th - 3:00 AM</strong></span><br><em>Marley's Bedroom &gt; Garage</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/14/be/44/14be4445184d65863579f9e31ce34df1.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Yellow raincoat (pictured), grey sweatpants, white sneakers<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Obliging a late night request<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> --<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Kaine<br><hr><br>By comparison, she was sleeping quite soundly in her hammock, suspended several feet from her bedroom ceiling. If Marley ever did wake up in the middle of the night, which was <em>rare</em>, she would lift her foot and push off from one of the windows in her room. Doing so caused her hammock to swing, ever so slightly, and rock her back to sleep. <em>It was extremely comforting.</em> Yet when she awoke, and did her usual movement, she instantly jerked her foot back. <em>It was fucking cold.</em> She inhaled sharply through her nose. <em>Why was her foot cold?</em> She sat up, and looked at where she was sure she placed it on the window pane. It was still dark in her room so she had to squint. <em>Why was the window pane cold?</em>&nbsp; Was that... snow. <em>It was snowing.</em> Big, fluffy flakes. Marley blinked. For a moment, she just watched the snowflakes fall against the window. It looked… <em>heavy</em>. Like it had already been snowing for a while. Then she realized it was now, technically, <em>Thursday</em>. <em>It was no longer Eric’s day to watch Kaine.</em> She groaned, but forced herself awake.<br><br>She rolled out of her hammock, both feet landing on the wooden floor of her bedroom. She was wearing sweatpants and a black bra to sleep in. <em>Like fuck she even remembered where her winter clothes were.</em> Carefully she walked to her dresser, letting the rest of the house remain asleep. On the third drawer, she found an old, yellow raincoat. The fifth drawer yielded a pair of brand new white sneakers she had clearly forgotten about. <em>Close enough.</em> Marley carried her sneakers down the two sets of stairs before crossing the lobby. The lobby had windows on all sides. The snow had begun to pile, several feet off the sandy ground. <em>It would all melt once the desert sun rose.</em> She pulled her sneakers on. <em>Still, he had created a fucking snowstorm.</em> As soon as Marley opened the front door she knew she was under dressed. It was so cold she could see her breath in front of her. <em>God, she missed this.</em> She pulled the hood of her yellow raincoat up, and quickly closed the front door. Her blue eyes glared through the snowstorm, looking for him. Kaine didn’t appear to be outside, but the lights in the garage were on.<br><br>Slowly, she trudged through the snow to meet him. Her feet were freezing, but she knew the frostbite wouldn’t last. Her skin would heal itself rapidly as soon as she stepped out of the cold. “Kaine, you can’t keep using snow every time you want to talk to me.” Marley warned softly as she pulled her yellow hood back down, under the warmth of the garage. Kaine’s <em>signal</em> was certainly effective, but it defeated the purpose of snow. She couldn’t exactly go play in it if she had to talk to him. She sighed, surveying the garage. It didn’t look like he had broken anything in a rage or manic phase yet. Her eyelashes were wet. “How’s Betty?” she stepped towards him from behind, watching him work on his prized vehicle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>03-03-2020, 03:52:18</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th - 10:00 AM</strong></span><br><em>outside Marley's Office</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://celebcenter.net/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/51052232_371878306965160_8719575204003980535_n_icannotknow_29_3_2019_13_48_4_798.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Gia Devlin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15286077#msg15286077)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Large Pink worn sweater, worn black running shorts<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Tour of Cathedral<br><strong>NOTE:</strong><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gigi, Marley<br><hr><br>The last two hours had been busy, arriving at the Cathedral, meeting the founders, getting some food as she was quizzed about who she was and why she had come to the Cathedral.&nbsp; It had gone as she thought it would, but then again she could cheat and look forward into time to see how her responses would be taken and adjust her answers accordingly.&nbsp; The shower with hot water had been heavenly, something she hadn't been able to enjoy in safety for months.&nbsp; She could look back to see when her last hot shower was, but was too tired to bother.&nbsp; Then had come a private conversation with Marley and paperwork that the Cathedral kept for their contract with the IOS.&nbsp; And of course there was the long explanation of how her power worked, explaining seeing through time was liking trying to explain sight to a blind person who had never had sight in the first place.<br><br>She smiled and thanks Marley for all her help before turning toward the office door, putting her hand on the doorknob and hesitating for a half second.&nbsp; She knew who was on the other side of the door, not only had Marley told her, but she had seen the young woman dozens of times when she looked at what her life might be like at the Cathedral.&nbsp; She found herself slightly nervous, even though she had investigated all the ways that this meeting could play out.&nbsp; Gigi was one of the women she might fall in love with.&nbsp; <br><br>Taking a deep breath she opened the door to Gigi's forced smile as Marley moved up beside her, <strong>"Hello Gigi.&nbsp; I am Gia,"</strong> holding a hand out to the beautiful woman facing her as she smiled tiredly.&nbsp; She tried to hide a blush wanting to creep up her cheeks as she looked up into the taller young woman's eyes.&nbsp; She had to keep her cool, she might freak out the beautiful brunette if she started talking about them being in a relationship immediately.&nbsp; She had to be patient and let things develop, but it was very hard to hold back.&nbsp; It helped that she was bone tired and about to fall asleep, but she had to survive the tour and maybe a surprise. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>03-03-2020, 03:59:14</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monday, January 6th - 10:38 PM</strong></span><br><em>Medical Bay (Computer Station)</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://lezwatchtv.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/12/Alycia_Debnam_Carey-350x412.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Amber Jenson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15293218#msg15293218)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; As pictured plus black booty shorts<br><strong>DOING:</strong>&nbsp; Working Away<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> - <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Marley | OPEN<br><hr><br>Amber found herself silently cursing as she realized how right Marley was.&nbsp; A good chunk of the people that lived around here were immune to electrical currents here.&nbsp; So it did stand to reason that if some many of them were immune, then there would be others that were also immune.&nbsp; So it was, at best, a weak deterrent.&nbsp; That simply wasn't going to be enough and she was going to have to really rethink that idea.&nbsp; <strong>"Shit!"</strong> she said with a groan, <strong>"I guess I'll need to think about that a bit and see what else I can come up with.&nbsp; Might have to be something external.&nbsp; May have to go into hardware building mode and see what I can come up with."</strong>&nbsp; Her brain was already thinking about the things that she could build, but she would need parts.&nbsp; So that would likely mean another run for someone.&nbsp; So she would need to know what she was after before she sent anyone out for it.&nbsp; It would be more work for her, but she really had nothing but time and not a whole lot to fill it.<br><br>But before she could get too far into the possible ideas, she was floored by the question that Marley asked.&nbsp; How did she not know what an EMP was?&nbsp; That was like the most basic thing that someone should know about modern warfare in the tech age.&nbsp; Then again, it wasn't like they were in that at the moment, but rather slowly building back up to it.&nbsp; Trying very hard not to say something nasty, she would look at the older woman and try not to worry that her safety was basically entrusted to this woman.&nbsp; <strong>"An EMP is an electromagnetic pulse.&nbsp; Essentially it short circuits anything that runs on electricity.&nbsp; Lights, phones, computers, you name it.&nbsp; If it needs electricity to function then an EMP is the most effective way to take it out.&nbsp; Only downside is that it's not very precise so not good in small targets.&nbsp; But then the Cathedral isn't a small target, is it?&nbsp; We might want to find some shielding."</strong><br><br>She was going to continue talking, but then her body decided to rebel on her.&nbsp; And her stomach would let out a loud grumble that let Marley know that she was hungry.&nbsp; Thinking about it, she realized that she hadn't eaten since before she started working.&nbsp; And she had started working shortly after she'd had breakfast around nine in the morning.&nbsp; She found herself blushing as she looked at a clock and saw what time it was.&nbsp; <strong>"Alright, so is it too late to get something to eat around here?"</strong> she asked curiously, <strong>"Cause I think that it's been like twelve hours since I put anything in my system and I've got another three or four hours of work before I call it a night."</strong>&nbsp; She looked at Marley, fairly sure that if someone could come up with a way for her to get something to eat around here, it would be the woman that basically ran the place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>03-03-2020, 05:16:22</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Thursdy, January 9th - 3:05am</strong></span><br><em>Garage &gt; Tree Swing</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> Tank Top, Coveralls(around his waist) Sweats, Boots<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Not sleeping, staying busy since he's not sleeping<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Marley</span><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> The weather tended to do it's own thing once Kaine applied his touch if he didn't keep a firm hold on it. So for example, when he made it snow, it would <em>keep</em> snowing, at least for a while because now it <em>wanted</em> to snow. But if there were ever times where Kaine focused on a singular task and not the world around him, it was when he couldn't sleep, and when he was working. <br><br>Putting the two together meant that he'd zoned out so thoroughly that by the time Marley appeared, he didn't realize it was 3am, nor did he realize you couldn't see brown outside anymore; only white. Well they had their own power setup, and between him and Bart, they never had to worry about running out of juice for the Cathedral. So inside he was sure the thermostat was doing it's job. At some point, he'd even turned on some music for white noise.<br><br>&nbsp;It was some kind of smooth jazz or blues or something, but the droning in the background helped him focus even more. The sound of a wrench torquing a bolt on echoed loudly through the garage, but when he heard her voice, despite being elbow deep in the engine and 100% laser pointed at his task, he immediately stopped and looked over his shoulder with a smile. "You say that...but here we are. Seems to me it's workin' just fine," he rasped with his usual snarkiness. <br><br>The noise of him working didn't resume before she asked how Betty was doing. "She'll live like usual. It's funny, though. This thing is bulletproof, mineproof, probably rocket proof. But all that sand gets in her like a virus, makin' her act all weird. I'll probably have to airblast her before the next mission, but she's tough...not as tough as <em>someone</em> I know, but a close second," he grinned as he finally rose from underneath the hood and let it slam down. <br><br>Walking over to a drum of scalding hot water, he activated his powers then dunked his hands in up to the elbow. Steam poured from the water against his skin, but in truth, he was just fine. All the hot water did was boil off the grease and grime he'd accumulated while he worked. When he felt clean enough, he removed his arms and wiped them down with a towel. <br><br>After drying himself, he reached a hand out for her to take and then walked outside, up to the remains of a tree with a bench attached to it's bottom most, thickest branch. "I couldn't sleep again," he said suddenly after they got there. <br><br>"I can go for days with my eyes open now. Either that...or the nightmares start back up." He sighed, turning to look at her. "I can't stop it. Nothin' works, Marley...<em>nothin'</em>." She was one of his closest friends, and more than definitely his closest confidant. He could and did talk to her about anything, because she would always listen.<br><br>&nbsp;"And I just...I can't handle seein' them. Not like that. It breaks my heart every single time cuz I feel like even though we won, we lost so much and...I dunno I coulda done more? Saved more people? Killed more of them? Done it better or somethin'. I mean...I just...<em>fuck</em>!" He ran his fingers over his hair, then plopped down onto the tree swing. Even though he could always talk to Marley, it didn't mean he was always concise with what he meant. But she was one of the few who could handle that too. <br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>03-03-2020, 18:23:30</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monday, January 6th - 10:45 PM</strong></span><br><em>Medical Bay (Computer Station) &gt; Kitchen</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/06/8a/78/068a784bd2176ad1eed0bd4e56afc321.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Dressy outfit as pictured<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Checking in<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> --<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Amber | OPEN<br><hr><br>Marley pressed her lips together at Amber’s exclamation, and then her shock, letting her speak first. <em>And she was blushing.</em> Marley tried to hide a smile behind her lips while she nodded. “It <em>was</em> a good idea, Amber,” she began as she stood from her chair in response to Amber’s pleas for food, “You’re new. You don’t know everyone else’s powers yet. That’s my job.” Marley was hard to impress, but even she would have been damn surprised if Amber had suddenly understood and accounted for all the other super powers at the Cathedral. Even Marley couldn’t do that. It was part of the reason why she had asked for Gigi’s help in acclimating new students. Even when she didn’t mean to, Gigi’s probability abilities always came in handy. <br><br>“We can talk more about EMPs later.” And by later, Marley meant tomorrow, or the even the next day. They sounded like they were related to magnetic energy, but it was late and she was too tired to consider the full implications that Amber was, <em>undoubtedly</em>, appalled that she didn’t already know. Marley honestly didn’t remember a time when she had studied magnetic fields, so she wasn’t sure why her lack of understanding was so shocking. Then again, Amber’s powers relied on technology, while hers… did not. EMPs were, <em>apparently</em>, a larger issue for her and the Cathedral. So they were definitely worth discussing, but not over food or rest. “Why don’t you put the live wires away, safely,” Marley cautioned, pushing her chair under the other side of the computers, “and I’ll make you a grilled ham and cheese.” Perhaps <em>two</em> grilled cheeses if the younger woman truly hadn’t eaten for that long. Marley was aware Amber hadn’t shown up for her Politics course that morning, but she had hoped that the young woman would at <em>least</em> go to Eric’s class on Chemistry afterward. Marley had only granted her a ‘pass’ on combat courses, not the other ones. How else was Amber going to meet anyone else if she stayed in the Medical Bay for… fifteen hours a <em>day</em>? <em>That wasn’t right.</em> Other students only practiced combat drills for fifteen hours a <em>week</em>. However, Marley knew that scolding Amber for not going to class wouldn’t win her any favors. So, instead of getting angry, she tried a more relaxed approach. <br><br>“I only expect you to devote three hours each weekday to your project. It should only take the place of your combat training, not your other opportunities for growth here.“ She clarified, knowing the Cathedral was for the benefit of the students, both in class and outside of it. She guessed Amber hadn’t been taking weekends off either. Marley walked down the hall, passing the worn out wallpaper again. She realized something else. Maybe Amber didn’t know anyone else because she hadn’t <em>tried</em> to get to know them. “Amber, I want you to answer this question honestly,” Marley stopped at the entrance of the kitchen and looked in her green eyes, earnestly. “Am I the only person you’ve spoken to today?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>03-03-2020, 18:37:06</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Thursday, January 9th - 3:08 AM</strong></span><br><em>Garage &gt; Tree Swing</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/14/be/44/14be4445184d65863579f9e31ce34df1.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Yellow raincoat (pictured), grey sweatpants, white sneakers<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Obliging a late night request<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> --<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Kaine<br><hr><br>He looked like he had been working for a while. <em>Shit.</em> Marley shoved her lukewarm hands in the big, yellow, front pockets of her raincoat. She watching him, carefully, as he cleaned sand of out Betty at 3am in the fucking morning. He probably wasn’t going to drive Betty for a while, or at least not later <em>today</em>. Was he running out of excuses already? “I’m not concerned about the <em>effectiveness</em> of your signal, Kaine,” Marley corrected. Whatever state Kaine was in, she still wasn’t about to let him push her around. <em>She didn’t want him to ruin snow for her.</em> She watched as he walked over to a bin full of boiling water that Tristyn reserved for cleaning certain equipment. She could see the steam rising off of it. Kaine stuck his arms in like it was nothing. Marley winced. It was a misconception that she couldn’t feel pain. <em>She just got over it quicker than most.</em><br><br>Kaine came back and extended a hand to her. <em>Had he been taking his sleep medication?</em> To her dismay, he lead her back outside, to the lone tree swing she often forgot existed. <em>She</em> couldn’t stay outside for very long, not in the freezing snow. She wasn’t even wearing a sweater under her raincoat. <em>Couldn’t they go back inside, even back to the warm garage?</em> She really didn’t want to get more fucking frostbite. Then he broke. Marley eyed him, but stayed standing next to the swing he had collapsed on. It wasn’t just the <em>student’s</em> nightmares she wanted to keep away. “They call it survivor’s guilt but that’s a real fucking misnomer.” Marley breathed after a few silent moments, watching her air cloud in front of her face in the cold. She hadn’t volunteered for the Eclipse but she had certainly survived other events, due to her powers. “Some days it’s guilt. Other days, you feel pride. Other days, you feel gratitude.” She <em>had</em> watched people die, unable to do anything else, long before the Cathedral existed. Long before she knew Kaine, or any of the other founders who she now considered her family. She had been able to heal herself, from any injury, since she was born. “Some days it’s anger, then the next it's fear, mostly of yourself.” She bent down, and scoped up a large handful of snow in her bare hands. She stepped in front of him, the snowflakes falling on her eyelashes. “But most days, Kaine, I find it’s just unbelievably lonely.” She paused for a moment, looking at him. She was sorry the war had been <em>his</em> first time with death. <em>Her feet were fucking numb.</em> Then she threw the snowball at his chest. <br><br>Kaine was an entire foot taller than her, making him quite the easy target. “Now,” Marley began, immediately scooping up more snow. She would worry about his nightmares <em>after</em> she fixed his lack of tiredness. “I know you couldn’t feel how cold that was because your strength is still cranked up way too high,” she clasped the snow between her freezing fingers. Years ago, she had tried to do conceptualize Kaine’s abilities. Essentially, he could push his human body to its limits -- strength, agility, stamina and senses. Doing so enabled him to increase his durability and his adaptability, though he couldn’t see through walls, or go invisible, and Barry could out speed him every time. Clearly, he had already toned down his senses and his agility, but he was holding onto his inhuman strength and his stamina if he had been up for fucking <em>days</em>. “You’re tired, Kaine,” she molded the snow into a second snowball, “you are. You’re just too afraid to let your powers down and feel it.” She wasn’t blaming him for being afraid. She was afraid too, and she <em>hadn’t</em> been on the front lines of the war. “So this time, I want you to try and feel how cold this is,” she threw the second snowball at his face, instantly creating a third. She would create as many snowballs as it took for him to feel human again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>03-03-2020, 22:29:53</strong>
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				<br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th – 10:00 AM</strong></span><br><em>Outside Marley’s Office</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Jinx598.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Gylda Gabriela Alejandra Dias<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> As pictured with red sweatpants and sneakers (https://images.asos-media.com/products/asos-pantalon-de-jogging-avec-bande-contrastee-sur-le-cote/6935497-4?$XXL$&amp;wid=513&amp;fit=constrain)<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Tour...maybe a little flirting<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> None<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gia, Marley, CLOSED<br><hr>Gigi was completely unprepared for Gia, which sent a thrill through her body that she had not felt in what seemed like forever.&nbsp; Knowing the likelihood of something happening kind of took the mystery out of life.&nbsp; It made Gigi appreciate little moments like this when she was taken completely off-guard.&nbsp; That moment was fleeting however.&nbsp; Her eyes widened when she realized she looked like she had just rolled out of bed (because she had) and thrown on what was on the top of her dirty clothes hamper (because she did).&nbsp; Her hair was mostly flat, but unruly with stands completely at odds with the rest of her head.&nbsp; Her clothing was lightly rumpled and her socks mismatched.&nbsp; And she was standing in front of a gorgeous woman about her age with silky cornflower hair and luminous blue eyes.&nbsp; Seriously who has cheekbones like that?<br><br>Gigi looked down at the hand and back up to the woman’s angelic face.&nbsp; Wait!&nbsp; She had said her name.&nbsp; Fuck, what was it?!&nbsp; You weren’t listening!?!&nbsp; Fuck.&nbsp; Thank God I brushed me teeth! Her name!&nbsp; Started with a G.&nbsp; Guh..Gee...Ghee…Gia!&nbsp; Woo! Saved it girl!&nbsp; Your staring…and not speaking.&nbsp; You might want to you know…do something.”<br><br>“Oh yeah.&nbsp; Gia.&nbsp; Pretty name.” She said finally extending her hand to shake the one she had left hanging for an awkwardly long time and flashed a much more genuine smile.&nbsp; Totally saved it. She assured herself. <br><br>“Right. So Marley wanted me to show you around the Cathedral.&nbsp; It isn’t nearly as stodgy as it sounds,” she assured the newbie and was quickly regaining her sense of composure.&nbsp; “Between gang raids and face melting acid rain we can throw a pretty wicked party.” Gigi grinned and for the first time in weeks she was looking like her old self again.&nbsp; She slipped her arm into Gia’s and slid up next to her with a smooth ease like puzzle pieces clicking together it was a perfect fit. <br><br>“This is the third floor.&nbsp; Teachers offices and classrooms and shit.&nbsp; The boring stuff.” She said as they began to walk. “That’s Kaine’s office there,” when Gia looked Gigi spun her head back around to Marley and mouthed “Oh my God!” followed by a dangerous smile and a wink before turning back before Gia did and continuing.&nbsp; “He comes off all strong, silent typy, but is really a super duper softy…”&nbsp; She said continuing the tour with mostly true antic dotes about each of the supervisors who had rooms on the third floor as they passed them.<br><br>When they were out of earshot of Marley Gigi quickly changed the subject. “But let’s talk about the important stuff,” Gigi said as they rounded a corner and continued down stairs to the second floor. “Like what do you like to do for fun.&nbsp; What interests Gia?” Gigi asked playfully, for the moment her depression was lifted and her world wasn’t a dizzying display of numbers and colors.&nbsp; Beautiful distractions were the best distractions.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>04-03-2020, 19:10:57</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th - 10:05 AM</strong></span><br><em>Marley's Office &gt; Bathroom (3rd Floor)</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6e/56/ae/6e56ae07b728273fa4bc1e57ac498750.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Pajamas as pictured &gt; Naked<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Finishing a meeting, observing &gt; About to shower<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> --<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gigi, Gia | OPEN<br><hr>Marley stepped into the door frame of her office, and watched as the two younger woman had a rather <em>awkward</em>, albeit friendly introduction. For a moment too long, Gigi was silent, almost like she was… <em>starstruck</em>. <em>Interesting.</em> Marley wondered if their similar abilities connected them somehow, as both young woman could see into the future, more or less. Then Gigi said something stupid.<br><br>Supervisors did <em>not</em> endorse gang raids. Marley wanted to say something, but caught herself. Gigi actually looked pleased, for perhaps the first time since Amanda had left to go fight in the war. When Amanda had not returned to the school, Gigi had gotten lost. For a moment, it looked like she was found again. <em>Do not correct Gigi.</em> The work that her and the other supervisor’s did was <em>not</em> boring. <em>Do not correct her, even though she is making it supremely difficult not to say something.</em> Marley pressed her lips together as Gigi passed Kaine’s office and threw Marley a very suggestive gesture, as if she knew Marley was going to see every single <em>inch</em> of Kaine’s massive body very soon, for the <em>first</em> time. <em>Really, really, do not correct her.</em> Marley swallowed. Gigi could only see the likelihood of future events. Admittedly, it was very likely her and Kaine were going to have sex <em>again</em>. It had happened a dozen or so times over the last three years, though never in the house and usually while the two of them were on a dangerous excursion into the city or elsewhere for supplies. She never <em>meant</em> to have sex with Kaine. She <em>meant</em> to fight with him, yell at him for one of his rash decisions, and then one thing lead to another… and then another… and then another, and suddenly it was four hours later and she was completely, and utterly… <em>soaked</em>. <br><br><em>But Gigi didn’t know that.</em> Kaine and her were careful. <em>Wait. Was Gia winking at her too?</em> Marley furrowed an eyebrow at the pair. Gia's powers were related to foresight, which Marley had intentionally left off of her contract with the IOS. Even though the IOS was fracturing, and were thus less concerned about their contracts, they <em>would</em> come and collect the young girl if they knew she could see future events and all their possible consequences. Marley didn't want Gia to become a mechanism in the IOS's prevention of future disasters. But what was with <em>her</em> wink? <em>Was she confirming the likelihood that Gigi saw, or was she confirming Marley’s suspicions that she knew what Gigi was going to do ahead of time, and thus copied her?</em> Marley sighed heavily, her head already starting to spin. “Do not go too far,” she called down the hallway before they could leave, “I expect you both to be in Dani’s class on Public Relations at eleven.” The Cathedral was massive, but relatively uncomplicated. Gigi’s tour should only take half an hour, maybe a little more. Marley folded her arms across her white pajama shirt. Why did she get the feeling these two were going to be trouble? <br><br>She watched them go, then turned back into her office, grabbing some actual clothes from her dresser and ducking into nearest bathroom. It was past ten in the morning and she still had yet to get ready for the day. <em>Fuck.</em> This was why she hated karma. She removed her pajamas, tossing them on the floor. She needed to find Tristyn and make sure he didn’t… endorse gang raids. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>05-03-2020, 01:46:01</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monday, January 6th - 10:38 PM</strong></span><br><em>Medical Bay (Computer Station)</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://lezwatchtv.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/12/Alycia_Debnam_Carey-350x412.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Amber Jenson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15293218#msg15293218)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; As pictured plus black booty shorts<br><strong>DOING:</strong>&nbsp; Working Away<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> - <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Marley | OPEN<br><hr><br>Amber knew that she had been busted.&nbsp; She was supposed to be attending classes in addition to her project, but that hadn't happened.&nbsp; She had spent her entire day here, only really moving when the need to pee had gotten too great and only then for as long as it took to handle that bodily function.&nbsp; She hadn't eaten or really drank anything all day and hadn't even really noticed just how long it had been until Marley had shown up and basically required her to realize how long it had been.&nbsp; It did invite the question of how long she would've really been sitting here had Marley not shown up.&nbsp; Would she have gone to bed at two or three in the morning or would she have just keep right on working until her body finally crashed on her and she fell asleep right there where she was working?&nbsp; Perhaps it was a good thing that they wouldn't end up finding out the answer or she had a feeling she might've been in even more trouble than it seemed she already was.<br><br>Putting the panel back in place to ensure that no one accidentally touched the wires and gave themselves a nasty jolt, not that she figured anyone else would be anywhere near them, she would move to follow Marley down the hall.&nbsp; The wallpaper was well worn and spoke of how little maintenance had been done on the place since the Eclipse.&nbsp; Then again, Amber imagined that everything had gone into trying to just keep it standing, so appearance was probably far from what they were really worried about.&nbsp; Amber would listen as Marley took her off, making it clear that she really only wanted Amber to be working on the project for three hours a day and that she was to attend her other classes.&nbsp; <strong>"Well I figured that this would take priority,"</strong> she said, trying to defend herself as best as she could, <strong>"After all, the longer it takes me to get this right, the longer we're not completely defended on that front.&nbsp; Figured that once I was done working on that, then I could always catch up on the other stuff."</strong>&nbsp; She may have neglected to admit that she had no real plans to actually do any catching up, but that wasn't important to her defense.<br><br>When they stopped at the entrance to the kitchen, Amber had a feeling that she wasn't going to like the question that was about to be asked.&nbsp; And sure enough, when it was asked, she knew that she didn't like it because she knew that Marley wouldn't like her answer.&nbsp; <strong>"Well, I mean I did say something to someone when they swung by the Medical Bay, but I can't really remember who it was,"</strong> she said weakly, <strong>"And don't really remember what I said either."</strong>&nbsp; She looked up at Marley, a bit of defiance in her eyes.&nbsp; She knew that she was in trouble and knew that she was probably about to catch a lecture for being anti-social, but she had heard them all before.&nbsp; Either it was her parents when they bothered to try and parent or it was her teachers, always trying to get her to make friends.&nbsp; But she hadn't wanted any friends and still didn't if she was completely honest.&nbsp; But she had a feeling that that wouldn't matter at all to Marley and suspected that she wasn't going to like the direction this conversation was about to head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>05-03-2020, 09:08:54</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th - 10:00 AM</strong></span><br><em>outside Marley's Office</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://celebcenter.net/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/51052232_371878306965160_8719575204003980535_n_icannotknow_29_3_2019_13_48_4_798.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Gia Devlin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15286077#msg15286077)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Large Pink worn sweater, worn black running shorts<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Tour of Cathedral<br><strong>NOTE:</strong><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gigi, Marley, closed<br><hr><br>Gia looked up at Gigi and smiled at the deer in headlights look that crossed the brunette's face.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had held her hand out for shaking, but it looked like Gigi was struggling to remember her name.&nbsp; While the brunette was recovering her wits, Gia took the opportunity to examine her, and even though she looked like she barely rolled out of bed and threw on anything at hand, she was still pretty, something she would love to see every morning.&nbsp; Although she was glad she got to take a shower before meeting Gigi, being caked in dirt, smelling and not having a true shower for weeks, was not the look you wanted when meeting a future lover. <br><br>Gigi pulled herself together and shook the petite blonde's hand while saying her name was pretty, Gia felt a slight blush cover her cheeks at the compliment, "Thanks," Gia smiled up Gigi as the taller young woman tucked her arm into Gia's and started leading her away from Marley and down the corridor.&nbsp; Gia gave Gigi points that she had pulled the right name out.&nbsp; Sometimes she hadn't remembered the right one, this was a good sign, this path was good.&nbsp; She nodded her head along as Gigi blathered about the instructors, "Lets avoid the gang raids and face melting acid raid and focus on parties."&nbsp; She nodded her head, finding it very comfortable to walk with Gigi. <br><br>Grinning as Gigi points out Kaine's office to distract her, she looked back at Marley and winked, frowning at the confused look on the older brunette's face and shrugged as she turned back to face Gigi, "Teachers offices, the height of excitement."&nbsp; She smiled up at Gigi as they descended the stairs, "Ooo... getting to the important stuff immediately?&nbsp; Hmmm.. what do I find interesting or fun?"&nbsp; The petite, busty blonde murmured mischievously as she bats her eyelashes at the brunette, "Cuddling up with someone, talking about nothing, learning about them, soft kisses, annn...," she drew out the word teasingly.&nbsp; She knew that Gigi liked being surprised, so she was going throw in a non sequitur, "...nnd Chocolate.&nbsp; I haven't had chocolate in weeks." &nbsp; Grinning mischievously, "I also like learning new things and exploring new places, mapping out contours." &nbsp;She looked up at Gigi through her eyelashes as she licked her lips suggestively, "What do you like to do with your free time?"<br><br>Inside Gia was doing a little victory dance as Gigi went right into getting personal and suggestive.&nbsp; That meant she could return suggestiveness back at the sultry brunette as well. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>06-03-2020, 19:31:49</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th – 10:00 AM-ish</strong></span><br><em>Second floor outside Gigi’s room</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Jinx598.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Gylda Gabriela Alejandra Dias<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> As pictured with red sweatpants and sneakers (https://images.asos-media.com/products/asos-pantalon-de-jogging-avec-bande-contrastee-sur-le-cote/6935497-4?$XXL$&amp;wid=513&amp;fit=constrain)<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Leading a tour and trying to flirt<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> None<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gia, Amber, Closed<br><hr>‘She blushed. Good sign,’ Gigi thought as they walked down the hallway.&nbsp; Her description of the locations and the anecdotes that followed them just got more outrageous as they went.&nbsp; Gigi was clearly starting to enjoy herself.&nbsp; “Note to self. Cut down on gang violence and face melting.&nbsp; Got it.” She said with a grin.&nbsp; “The parties used to be legendary.&nbsp; Things haven’t been the same since…well you know.” Gigi didn’t want to bring the vibe down but the “you know” just kind of loomed over everything.&nbsp; “So Gia is down for debauchery. I knew I was going to like you.” She said with a nod.&nbsp; <br><br>When Gia mentioned the important stuff she nodded. “Yes this is crucial.&nbsp; I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t vitally important for your survival.” Gigi replied with all of the solemnity of a snake oil salesman. They started down the second floor which contained most of the living space of the Cathedral.&nbsp; Many of the rooms were still empty, some had never been filled and others had occupants that never returned from the Eclipse.&nbsp; They walked past Amanda’s old room and Gigi skipped over it in her tale-telling, it was still just too soon and too raw for her.&nbsp; Marley had mentioned that someone would need to clean it out and Gigi had volunteered.&nbsp; It was slow going though and she could only spend so much time in there before she broke down in tears.&nbsp; There were half filled boxes on the floor and the bed was still made.&nbsp; Part of Gigi wanted to believe that she was still coming home, but she knew better. 0.00%.<br><br>The batting of eyelashes whisked away the clouds forming behind Gigi’s eyes.&nbsp; She thought her smile could not have grown any wider than it had upon meeting Gia but she has been wrong.&nbsp; Her mind was already dancing with images of snuggling up to the beautiful blond girl and just losing herself in those fluttering eyes.&nbsp; Her mind was telling her, ‘Whoa their girl, you just met.&nbsp; She is obviously playing.’ The rest if her was screaming OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGWAAAAHHHHHD!&nbsp; KISSSHERRRRRRR.<br><br>She told her libido to hush up and focus and it totally fucking growled at her.&nbsp; “Mmmm, chocolate.”&nbsp; Gigi hummed as they approached a closed door that had been painted a bright pastel pink.&nbsp; “I could go for some chocolate.” She agreed as she stopped before the door and slid away slightly to lean her back against the door jam. <br><br>“Well you are in luck, because I happen to know the best place for cuddling, chit-chat and the best kisses.” She said the lids of her eyes dropping seductively, or she hoped it was seductively.&nbsp; How embarrassing would it be if she just looked sleepy.&nbsp; In truth Gigi didn’t know much about seduction or flirtation, a lot of this was just her goofy ass self and a desire to be liked by this beautiful girl.&nbsp; “So if you are really interested make sure you remember this door.&nbsp; It has the perfect cuddle spot inside.” She was enjoying herself even if she had no clue if she was coming off as sexy or silly.&nbsp; Gia didn’t seem to mind either way<br><br>“What do I like to do in my free time? Let me see.” She raised her index finger to her lips and tapped on them lightly.&nbsp; “Hmm.&nbsp; Cuddles are wonderful and I do love soft kisses. I like surprises and trying new things.&nbsp; I am curious that way, I guess.&nbsp; New experiences should be enjoyed and explored not rushed.&nbsp; Oh and I like old movies and grapes and playing board games.” She added the last items with a mischievous smile. Gigi had a collection of old games like Clue, Life, Connect Four and Twister among others in a cubby in her room.<br><br>“I am sadly without chocolate at the moment.&nbsp; I think we should go look for some.” Gigi suggested and slipped her arm into Gia’s once more.&nbsp; Gigi continued to inform her about the occupants of the dorms as they passed.&nbsp; She pointedly ignored Amber’s room though.&nbsp; Oooo, that girl was frustrating.&nbsp; When she first showed up, being near Gigi’s age, she had hoped that they might be friends, but the girl was impossible.&nbsp; She was abrasive and annoying and she was always playing the worst pranks.&nbsp; They had no artistry to them, GAWD.&nbsp; Amanda used to tease her about Amber all the time.&nbsp; She would say things like they would make a cute couple or that for someone that bothered her so much she sure talked about her a lot.&nbsp; Gigi would just glare or stick out her tongue.&nbsp; There was no way she was going to even admit that Amber was cute.&nbsp; She just refused. She was just soooo, soooo Amber.&nbsp; Ugh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>08-03-2020, 01:06:59</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monday, January 6th - 11:00 PM</strong></span><br><em>Kitchen</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/06/8a/78/068a784bd2176ad1eed0bd4e56afc321.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Dressy outfit as pictured<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Teaching, making grilled cheese<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Moderate burn, healed<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Amber | OPEN<br><hr>So Amber hadn't seen anyone else today, or at least anyone she could remember. “I’m not upset, Amber,” Marley reasoned, noticing the defensiveness in both Amber’s tone and body language. “I’m concerned that you aren't protected if I'm the only one here that knows who you are and what you can do.” Marley did not elaborate, instead she gave Amber one, last long look, before walking into the empty kitchen. She opened the refrigerator, finding the ingredients she needed. Grilled cheese wasn't complicated, which was why Marley was good at making it. Anything beyond grilled cheese or pasta and Amber would need to ask Eric to cook her dinner instead. “When I was a few years younger than you, schools for supers didn’t exist in my area." Marley began, turning on the stove top and feeling the heat vibrate against her body. "Twelve years ago, there were only a few and they had incredibly high standards. My powers, if I'm careful,” instead of placing a frying pan on top the red hot burner, she suddenly placed the palm of her hand on it. She grimaced as her <em>skin</em> sizzled and burned. But, she raised her hand so that Amber could see the ugly, red, blistering wound. It disappeared completely in a matter of seconds, as new, unmarked skin healed over top of it. "Can remain a secret. I can act like I don't have powers at all. So, twelve years ago, I led a pretty normal life." Marley flexed her healed hand, which <em>did</em> appear completely normal, and finally set the frying pan down on the hot burner. <br><br>She kept talking as she assembled two ham and grilled cheeses, placing them in the frying pan with a spatula. “I worked evenings and weekends at a fast food restaurant called the Burger Shack with a bunch of other teenagers and young adults. We were right across the street from a bank, which I always thought was handy. That way we could run over and get more change for the till throughout the day. A lot of late nights at the grill though, just like this,” she flipped both sandwiches over with ease, watching the cheese melt against the ham like her skin had done against the burner a moment ago. “There were five of us working the night that three bank robbers decided they should eat beforehand. My best coworker Sam was taking the trash out at the time. He was in the alley behind the restaurant for ten minutes, maybe less. In those ten or less minutes, the other four of us were shot and killed in a random act of violence." She flipped one sandwich, then the other.<br><br>“Do you know they shot me first? My unfortunate timing of working the cash register I suppose.” She pushed down on each sandwich, hearing <em>them</em> sizzle, before finding a plate to set them on. She then placed the full plate on the table behind her for Amber to eat. "The time it takes me to heal can vary with my injury." Marley explained, turning back to the stove and turning off the stove top. "Healing a burn takes a few seconds, but healing from a few bullets takes a few minutes. In those few minutes that it took to heal from the bullets in my chest, I remained unconscious, while the robbers killed three of my other coworkers and fled. It didn't matter that the restaurant had security. It mattered that I was alone, and there was no other super to defend them."&nbsp; She turned back to Amber, and pulled out a chair, sitting at the table across from her food. But her impromptu lesson wasn't over yet.<br><br>“I don't <em>care</em> if you make friends, or have sleepovers or spill secrets." Truth be told, Marley herself was rather terrible at all of those things. "I care that people know who you are, Amber. The Cathedral isn't just a school, it's a team. Yes, our security is a priority, Amber. Yes, it is important that you spend time on it. But some new horror will always break through your security and render you vulnerable, especially when you least expect it." Security was <em>never</em> going to be a perfect system. "The only way we will ever be completely defended," Marley used Amber's choice of words, "especially after the Eclipse, is if everyone here works together." Amber needed to interact with the other members of the Cathedral. She needed to build her strength, and theirs -- not out of friendship, but out of survival. Marley eyed her, strongly. "You can't be the lone wolf anymore, which trust me, I <em>know</em> fucking sucks sometimes. Now give me half of that grilled cheese," she suddenly gestured an arm towards Amber's plate. Talking about echoes of her past made her stress eat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>08-03-2020, 04:30:17</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th - 10:00 AM</strong></span><br><em>outside Marley's Office</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://celebcenter.net/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/51052232_371878306965160_8719575204003980535_n_icannotknow_29_3_2019_13_48_4_798.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Gia Devlin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15286077#msg15286077)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Large Pink worn sweater, worn black running shorts<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Tour of Cathedral<br><strong>NOTE:</strong><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gigi, Amber, closed<br><hr><br>Gia kept a smile as she let the reference to the Eclipse slide, understanding that talking about that would bring down the playful mood they had going and wanting to keep the light hearted conversation going as well.&nbsp; "Debauchery is a lot of fun with the right people," she winked up at Gigi as she leaned against the brunette's side as they walked down the second story hallway.&nbsp; Giggling as Gigi shared various quick stories about the different occupants of each room, knowing that Gigi was playing things up because she has meet each of the people she was talking about, in the future.&nbsp; Although when they got to Amanda's room, Gigi skipped any stories about who used to be in that room.&nbsp; Gia knew about Amanda, in the future she has had conversations with Gigi about her dead friend, but it was always best to let Gigi bring the subject up.&nbsp; Whenever Gia would try to bring up Amanda, Gigi walled up and shut down the conversation.<br><br>As they arrived outside a pink door and Gigi nonchalantly leaned against it and mentioned it was the best place to get cuddles, Gia smiled as her eyes flashed brightly, "Mmmm...the best cuddles?&nbsp; I will have to remember that, fortunately the door is pink, my favorite color." She looked up into Gigi's eyes through her eyelashes, she was enjoying the silly, fun way that Gigi was flirting with her.&nbsp; She needed lightness in her life, because of all the death and destruction she saw through her visions of different timelines when they came on her uncontrollably.&nbsp; Walking across the desolation what was the world now, didn't help her keep a positive attitude either.&nbsp; Gigi was a bright light, she was hope for a better feature.&nbsp; And maybe Amber would be part of that to, if she could arrange things correctly.&nbsp; The three of them together would support each other through the hard times, when one was down, the other two would pick her up.&nbsp; They complimented each other in attitude, skills and powers to be an unbeatable team.<br><br>"Hmmm...new things can be hard to find," Gia nodded in agreement, "but should always be treasured."&nbsp; It was very hard for her to be surprised anymore, she could see all possibilities, the only question was which possibility would actually happen.&nbsp; She could influence events to a certain extent, but people were always doing things that were not good for their futures, although they couldn't see the future like she could. <br><br>"Old movies?&nbsp; Like from the 80's?" Gia asked, she knew what movies Gigi was talking about, she remembered watching them in the future.&nbsp; But she liked listening to Gigi talking about things she liked. &nbsp;"I would do a lot to taste any type of fresh fruit!" Gia honestly declared at the mention of grapes.&nbsp; "Boardgames?&nbsp; Do you have cooperative games?" The petite blonde asked curiously, no one wanted to play a competitive game against her once they discovered what her power were.&nbsp; Although a game with good randomness made it more challenging to see what was going to happen next.&nbsp; She was looking forward to playing twister with Gigi though!&nbsp; <br><br>She did her best to restrain the smile of someone who knew more than the person she was talking with as she noticed that Gigi said nothing about Amber as they passed her door.&nbsp; "It's a date," she offered as they kept walking pass Amber's door.&nbsp; She could see the possibilities were coalescing down to fewer and fewer options.&nbsp; She knew Amber had setup a prank ahead, she just had to figure out which possibility and how to react to create the possibility of Amber joining the tour.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>08-03-2020, 05:24:16</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 6am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Front Porch - Entry</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Vedaa_Arsenal.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Antigone Ray Shanae Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>Armored in Steel and Gold, black skirt and calf-high flex-steel war boots <br><strong>DOING:</strong> Arriving<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Sunrise is still almost two hours away, 7:52am. <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Doorman/girl<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She had waited most of the night, The Cathedral right down the path there. She didn't feel a late night approach would work well, though if she showed up too late in the day she would be inundated with terrifying the locals. This way, showing just before dawn, she would deal with security, they can show their tough face, and she perhaps can be settled before the day gets too long. She rolled forward, her motorcycle was silent, no engine noise because between her knees there was no engine. She propelled it forward by her power, and rolled quietly into their courtyard to walk up the steps. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She giggled to herself, she had forgotten the kickstand. With a look the bike leaned over onto the lowered kickstand. A nod, and a pulse of blue from her eyes, then she turned and offered a single knock, solid, strong, but not aggressive. Stepping back she tucked her helm beneath her arm. She was ready to surrender the helm and sword, she expected it. She pondered removing it, but thought it would ease them to order her to do so. Very well, she would let them disarm her.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>08-03-2020, 20:38:13</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monday, January 6th - 10:38 PM</strong></span><br><em>Medical Bay (Computer Station)</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://lezwatchtv.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/12/Alycia_Debnam_Carey-350x412.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Amber Jenson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15293218#msg15293218)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; As pictured plus black booty shorts<br><strong>DOING:</strong>&nbsp; Working Away<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> - <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Marley | OPEN<br><hr><br>Amber wasn't sure where Marley was going to take things.&nbsp; It was clear that she wasn't at all happy about the fact that Amber hadn't really spent time around anyone today and she seemed to realize that Amber was a ghost here.&nbsp; With the exception of a couple of people, most didn't know who she was and what she was about.&nbsp; In fact, if not for the fact that they might sometimes see her around, they wouldn't even know she existed at all.&nbsp; Not that Amber really cared, but it seemed to be an issue for Marley.&nbsp; Of course, she had no idea how Marley would try to teach the lesson, so when the older woman made her way into the kitchen, Amber would follow and then find a seat.&nbsp; She watched as Marley started the stove and it looked like she was going to get the grilled cheese started but then she would drop her hand on the burner instead.&nbsp; Amber couldn't help but let out a shout of panic as she shot out of her chair and would move to try and stop Marley, but before she could get over there, Marley's hand was up and now facing Amber.<br><br>She looked at the hand and winced a bit when she saw the burns and boils and inflamed skin.&nbsp; She could smell the burned skin and it made her stomach churn, but before she could properly react to anything else, she watched as the skin started to heal itself.&nbsp; In less than a minute, her hand was completely healed as though it had never happened and Amber found herself a bit dumbfounded.&nbsp; So she found herself listening to the story and she found herself struggling with it.&nbsp; In a sense, she already knew where this story was headed, but at the same time, she thought that it also had another message.&nbsp; Marley had been friends with these people.&nbsp; And she had been unable to save them.&nbsp; It was clear that she carried the guilt with her about that and to Amber, it was just another reason not to try and get close to someone.&nbsp; Especially with the way the world was now, getting close to someone meant creating an opening to hurt you, not just physically, but emotionally.&nbsp; And she didn't want to be hurt.&nbsp; Not by losing someone, but especially not by someone betraying her.<br><br>By the time the story was over, Amber was sitting back down and soon, there was a plate with two sandwiches in front of her.&nbsp; Her hunger got the better of her and she would take hold of one and started to eat it slowly, thinking a bit as she knew that Marley would expect a response.&nbsp; More than that, she was sure that Marley expected her to fall in line, but that was still difficult for her.&nbsp; Being the lone wolf had been her life.&nbsp; The only reason she had come here in the first place was because she knew that it was a place that she could use to her advantage.&nbsp; When Marley asked for half a sandwich, Amber would nod and cut the untouched one in half and then offered it to her.&nbsp; Once it was taken, she would take a deep breath and look at Marley.&nbsp; She knew that this women could cast her out if she wanted, but she knew that Marley didn't want to do that.&nbsp; She wanted Amber to stay and to grow and develop.&nbsp; Amber knew that she was going to have to change.&nbsp; But that also didn't mean that she would have to accept that easily.<br><br><strong>"I've been a lone wolf since I was a little girl,"</strong> she finally said as she looked at Marley, <strong>"The few times I've let someone in, they've ended up hurting me far more than helping me.&nbsp; The only person I've ever been able to rely on is myself."</strong>&nbsp; She paused as she took another bite of the grilled cheese and found that her body was responding well to actually having something put into it.&nbsp; She would have to try and remember to eat more often.&nbsp; <strong>"You're asking me to trust in people.&nbsp; To believe that when the chips are down, they won't feed me to the wolves in order to buy more time to survive themselves,"</strong> she looked into Marley's eyes as she said this, her distrust of people on full display, <strong>"So I'm going to ask you something very important.&nbsp; Why should I believe that the people here won't do exactly that when whatever horror that comes next comes knocking?&nbsp; If you can give me one good reason to have faith in them, then I will try to open myself up more.&nbsp; But if you can't, then I see no reason to change my ways."</strong>&nbsp; She finished the sandwich and looked at Marley, eyes seeking answers that she didn't know whether to hope or fear that she would have.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>08-03-2020, 21:27:54</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th - 10:00 AM</strong></span><br><em>Outside Amber's Room</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://www.interviewmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/06/img-alycia-debnam-carey-_202657928325-769x1000.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Amber Jenson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15293218#msg15293218)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; Blue jeans, grey tee-shirt, trainers<br><strong>DOING:</strong>&nbsp; Waiting for her moment to strike<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> - <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Gigi, Gia, closed<br><hr><br>Amber was admittedly very frustrated by the whole notion that was her thought process on Gylda Gabriela Alejandra Dias, better know to most as Gigi.&nbsp; Their initial meeting hadn't gone well, which was fine, most of Amber's first meetings with people didn't go well.&nbsp; She was just used to that, really.&nbsp; What she wasn't used to was the fact that she had this burning desire to see more of Gigi.&nbsp; To get to know her and learn about her.&nbsp; Only problem, well at least in her mind, was that she really didn't think that Gig wanted anything to do with her.&nbsp; They definitely hadn't been getting along and Amber knew that she wasn't doing much to help that.&nbsp; Unable to figure out how to just say hello and try to have a conversation, Amber's way of getting attention had been the same that it had always been.&nbsp; Pranks and snark and attitude and just making a nuisance of herself.&nbsp; Really, it was the only regular interaction that she had with anyone around here and it involved just pissing her off more than anything else.<br><br>Of course, one problem that she did have was Gigi's ability to seemingly thwart her best laid plans and traps.&nbsp; She knew it had something to do with Gigi's powers, information she'd gotten by listening in on conversations she hadn't been supposed to hear and also through what little information Marley had stored on the computers.&nbsp; She hadn't figured out much of a way to get around it, so she had learned that the best she could really do was attacks of opportunity.&nbsp; Finding an opening and sneaking in something quick and sudden without a lot of planning.&nbsp; And it just so happened that today had been one of those days.&nbsp; She had been sneaking her way towards the kitchen to get a bit of something to eat when she had one of the others telling Gigi that she was needed at Marley's office.&nbsp; Normally, she wouldn't think that much of it except that she had heard mention of a tour being given, something that to her knowledge, Gigi had never been asked to do.<br><br>It didn't matter anyway.&nbsp; What mattered was that it would mean Gigi was going to be distracted, so it would avoid Amber an opportunity to get a prank in.&nbsp; Moving to the kitchen, she would look around and see what she could pull off on short notice.&nbsp; It was then that she noticed a couple large bags of flour that were probably meant for baking at some point.&nbsp; Not that they would get used for that purpose any longer as she smirked and poured them both into a massive bowl before added water.&nbsp; Wet flour was so sticky and made a wonderful, well, sticky substance.&nbsp; But as she looked at the milky substance, she felt that it was lacking something.&nbsp; She stared at it for a moment before she realized exactly what she was thinking about and she grinned as she looked through the cupboards until she found a set of food coloring.&nbsp; Thinking about it for a moment, she selected the bright red color and would add the entire bottle into her mixture and stirred until it was nice, thick, and red.&nbsp; Grinning to herself, she decided that she had exactly what she was looking for.<br><br>She knew that she was running short of time.&nbsp; Marley's meetings rarely lasted long, so the new girl would soon be given the tour.&nbsp; In fact, she had already spotted Gigi giving said tour and gotten a look at the new girl.&nbsp; Damn, was she beautiful.&nbsp; And if this was a tour, then she knew that eventually it would have to go past her room.&nbsp; So she would take her time and make her way up to the second floor to where her room was.&nbsp; She knew that she didn't have much time, so she didn't have time to set up any way of delivery.&nbsp; It was just going to have to be the old fashioned way.&nbsp; Standing around a corner, she would hold the large bowl in her arms and then wait.&nbsp; Soon enough, she heard the sounds of conversation approaching.&nbsp; Remembering which side Gigi had been on while the girls were walking, she knew more or less where to aim.&nbsp; Taking one last breath, she would wait until she heard them closing in and then she would come around the corner, the bowl turned in her hands as the mixture started to escape the bowl and was headed right towards her intended target.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>10-03-2020, 00:12:12</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 6am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Front Porch - Entry</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> Clean up, scouting, fixing, observing, watching....needing some herb so he can slow down a bit.<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Sunrise is still almost two hours away, 7:52am. <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Antigone, open<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><strong> ‘Magic must perform magic.&nbsp; What the hell do these people expect from me.&nbsp; I do what I can but I can’t keep everything running must have a source power source.&nbsp; What do you do when there is no power source.&nbsp; You make the power you become the power you are the power.’ </strong><br><br><strong>‘Door visitor.’</strong><br><br>“Yes how may I help you?”&nbsp; He looked her over his eyes focused drinking her in searching for attack points weak spots he had learned after the war to fight without prejudice. He wasn’t any it but it found their door step so he was now much more careful.&nbsp; His words quick but he forced himself to slow down so that they came out like syrup instead of honey.<br><br>“You here to see someone?” He asked not nervous but careful.&nbsp; <strong><em>‘Pretty, but edgy!’</em></strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>10-03-2020, 01:42:19</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 6:05am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Front Porch - Entry</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Vedaa_Arsenal.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Antigone Ray Shanae Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>Armored in Steel and Gold, black skirt and calf-high flex-steel war boots <br><strong>DOING:</strong> Arriving<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Sunrise is still almost two hours away, 7:52am. <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Creed, open<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As she stood there she thought about resting her helm upon her sword after shoving it in the ground. She thought about raising her hands in a submissive, surrender, but she never surrendered during the Eclipse, she would not now. She hoped they weren't too hostile, she was tired of those who would harm rather than lose something, or gain something for that matter.&nbsp; She looked up to the mansion before her, her thoughts on what life would be like inside the halls of this shelter, though she had to admit, it weathered the Eclipse far better than most of the nation's structures. Perhaps...<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The door opened, she hadn't changed her pose, though her chin was up and slightly tilted as he answered. Appealing looks, and as he looked her over, she did the same. That was a fresh grooming, fresh bathing, hygiene had not been a focus with all of the groups that she had been with over the last two years. Though defensive, yet anyone who survived the day of hallucinations had become at least wary. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Her greeting had been a bit odd, he asked if she were here to see anyone. She thought about how she was dressed. He must think I am some kind of officer. Perhaps, he needs a demonstration.&nbsp; "Am I at the right place?" As she responds, her focus splits, "I am Antigone, and I have come a long way to find a quiet moment." the motorcycle lifts from the ground, clearing easily five feet, "I hear that The Cathedral is near," unbolting the front tire, back tire, and rotating her bike to show how it has an open space where the engine would have gone, though floating there behind her in three pieces may have been a bit much. "and accepting applicants if not attendants. It has been a long road, can you offer directions if I am not correct?" Her words said she was amenable, though the sass in her hip cock said she knew where she was.&nbsp; She allowed the motorcycle parts to lower and stack off to the side of the fencing. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>10-03-2020, 05:53:48</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 6am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Front Porch - Entry</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> Clean up, scouting, fixing, observing, watching....needing some herb so he can slow down a bit.<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Sunrise is still almost two hours away, 7:52am. <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Antigone, open<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>"Antigone female warrior greek. So you have magnetic powers. We can take you inside, see the higher up.&nbsp; This is the place you seek, perhaps you will find the solace that you seek?&nbsp; You are very pretty!&nbsp; Come we will find you a place to lay your head at least.&nbsp; Find your way to be among others that are like you.&nbsp; You hungry, kitchen were food is..&nbsp; Follow." &nbsp;He was more blunt than he could help it.&nbsp; He needed to smoke he knew how he could get if he didn't have something to calm him down.&nbsp; He wasn't that charming when he was like this, upfront and plain.&nbsp; What came up, came out and he wasn't sure he liked this frame of mind but it was him when he didn't have anything to calm him.<br><br>He would protect his new family much better than his old one...with his life. &nbsp;"You hungry...I can make food for you?"&nbsp; He said as stood there alone with her in the kitchen.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>10-03-2020, 06:05:27</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th - 8:00 AM</strong></span><br><em>Outside &gt; Kitchen</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> jeans, tank top<br><strong>DOING:</strong> cooking egg for breakfast<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> --<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Antigone, Marley, Kaine, Barry, Gia, twins&nbsp; open<br><hr> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;He moved a bit faster to make more pancakes since others were showing up.&nbsp; His motions were swift and practiced.&nbsp; He looked at all of those coming as he sat food before them all that were willing to eat at least.&nbsp; When the twins came in he arched an eyebrow.&nbsp; "Down boys.&nbsp; Gia, the twins. Twins, Gia she is new here today so play nice." &nbsp;He said realizing they were still not yet house broken around attractive women.&nbsp; He didn't say much more as he watched the kitchen begin to fill good thing he made enough batter.&nbsp; It was easy for him to make.<br><br>"So you going to tell us more about where you are from Gia?"&nbsp; He knew she still had to be vetted around here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>10-03-2020, 06:29:43</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th - 10:00 AM</strong></span><br><em>2nd floor</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://celebcenter.net/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/51052232_371878306965160_8719575204003980535_n_icannotknow_29_3_2019_13_48_4_798.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Gia Devlin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15286077#msg15286077)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Large Pink worn sweater, worn black running shorts<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Tour of Cathedral<br><strong>NOTE:</strong><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gigi, Amber, closed<br><hr><br>Gia can see that they are about to get surprised by Amber.&nbsp; All possibilities point to the brunette throwing some kind of liquid.&nbsp; Protecting Gigi from getting hit was going to be easy, all she had to do was take a quick step forward and spin around to walk backwards in front of the beautiful woman and she will take the liquid across her back.&nbsp; AFter that, she just had to let herself react naturally to getting hit in the back with liquid.&nbsp; Of course, that will ruin her last set of clean clothes, but she can always borrow clothes from the two lovelies she hoped to have a wonderful relationship with.<br><br>What followed after that was the difficult part, how to defuse the situation and begin opening up conversation between the two ladies.&nbsp; She has witnessed a great friendship develop between them, once they start talking.&nbsp; Her hope was too facilitate that friendship with herself part of it and possibly, sometime in the future, maybe move into a three-way relationship.&nbsp; From all the possibly actions she could take, the best seemed to be taking the prank, forgiving Amber while letting her know that pranking was unproductive.&nbsp; At the same time to protect Gigi from the prank. <br><br>But the time for introspection was over and the time for action was upon her.&nbsp; The busty blonde, pulled back slightly on Gigi's elbow as she said, &nbsp;"It's a date."&nbsp; As she was promising a date to find chocolate, she was stepping around Gigi and placing herself between her new friend and the wave of liquid coming at the taller brunette.&nbsp; She barely had time to register that a thick slurry of red was getting tossed before she had turned her back, gasping as she felt the slurry of liquid hitting her back.&nbsp; It looked she was just unlucky and moved in the way of Amber throwing the liquid at Gigi.&nbsp; &nbsp;"AAAhhh... dammit!" She exclaimed as she felt the slurry of red liquid sticking to her back and slowly sliding down, coating her tight rear covered by tight running shorts.<br><br>Before Gigi could react in anger, she turned to face Amber, "That is not a nice way to meet someone!" &nbsp;She scolded the brunette, &nbsp;"There are better ways to get someone's attention than pranking them!"&nbsp; She was hoping to clue Gigi into the fact that this was Amber's way of trying to get someone's attention, without outright saying that Amber had been trying to get Gigi's attention.&nbsp; She twisted her head around to try to look down at the mess on her back, "And this was my last set of clean clothes," she groaned.&nbsp; She looked back at Amber, "I am Gia, I hope we can talk later."&nbsp; She looked down at the mess on the floor with a cocked elegant eyebrow at Amber as if to ask if she was going to clean up the mess she made.&nbsp; Turning toward Gigi, she smiled up at the taller, pretty brunette, "Gigi, would you show me the bathroom so I can clean up and can I borrow some clothes from you?"&nbsp; She bats her eyelashes up at her new friend.&nbsp; She wasn't hiding that she was trying to defuse the situation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>11-03-2020, 00:39:35</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th - 8:28 AM</strong></span><br><em>Kitchen</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/gvsNAKB.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Gia Devlin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15286077#msg15286077)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Ripped up Jeans with an old tank top, dirty, holed running shoes<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Meeting the Founders and students.<br><strong>NOTE:</strong><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Kaine, Marley, Twins, Eric, Open<br><hr><br>"Necessity is the great motivator," Gia shrugged as she ducked her head down humbly.&nbsp; She brightened up at the idea of rain, "Rain would be awesome, haven't been in a rainstorm for weeks," Gia responded as she followed Kaine into the kitchen and sitting down as she nodded at Marley and Eric.&nbsp; She watched Kaine lift the refrigerator like she had seen it dozens of times before, smiling as a bowl of treasured cereal was slid in front of her, her stomach grumbling again. "Thanks Kaine," she offered honestly at getting some of his treasured cereal.&nbsp; She was doing her best to not scarf up the food, but she knew that if she ate too fast, then she would end up throwing up.&nbsp; No way she was going to waste milk and sugary cereal like that.&nbsp; Marley sliding the stack of pancakes in front of her, she nodded her head in thanks to the older woman and Eric, holding back tears of thanks.&nbsp; Didn't matter that she knew something like this was going to happen, generosity to a person in need always brought happy tears to her eyes. <br><br>"A shower will be very appreciated," &nbsp;she ducked her head as she kept eating slowly but steadily, preparing to tell them about the Knives.&nbsp; She was just opening her mouth to respond when two large boys stumbled into the room.&nbsp; Oh yes, the twins,&nbsp; she was wondering when she was going to meet them.&nbsp; She sent a small wave toward the two muscular large boys as Eric introduced them.&nbsp; Making a note that she didn't have their names yet, she has to remember to not call them by name.&nbsp; She cut up some pancakes and ate them, switching from the cereal to the pancakes, the shaking in her hands slowly reducing as her body got feed.<br><br>She turned her attention back to Marley, "I was being chased," she informed Marley softly.&nbsp; "I stole a march on them by walking all night, and the chance of them attacking the Cathedral now, is very low."&nbsp; She gulped down some cereal as she continued, "They are a group called the Knives of Artemis.&nbsp; They are assassins who supposedly follow the tenets of the greek goddess Artemis.&nbsp; They wanted me to join them because of my ability."&nbsp; She looked into Marley's eyes so that the woman could read her honesty.&nbsp; "I am a precog," she stated softly between bites of pancakes.&nbsp; "They might try something in several months time, there are several women in here they would like to ... recruit."&nbsp; When Gia said recruit, the word came out rather&nbsp; sarcastically.<br><br>Looking up at Eric's question, Gia shrugged and responded, "My home used to be in California, the town doesn't exist anymore."&nbsp; She ducked her head to avoid any attempt at having to acknowledge consolations. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>11-03-2020, 06:29:44</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Thursdy, January 9th - 3:05am</strong></span><br><em>Garage &gt; Tree Swing</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> Tank Top, Coveralls(around his waist) Sweats, Boots<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Not sleeping, staying busy since he's not sleeping<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Marley</span><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> Marley's sweet voice suddenly cut through the deafening silence of the snowstorm he'd created for everyone's benefit, even if it was a selfish personal reason that got him to even do it in the first place. His forehead was cradled in his hands and he slowly rocked back and forth, listening only to her words and trying to focus on them. And what she was saying was correct.<br><br>&nbsp;It was just hard for him to accept because logic and emotions often clashed, especially when there was so much of both in the same person. Finally, he looked up, a ghost of a smile starting to form when she said the realest thing so far. He was lonely and for multiple reasons. "Ya know, you're a real smart la-ahh", his compliment froze when the powdery snowball erupted against his chest, causing him to look down at his shirt, then up at her in complete and utter disbelief. <br><br>He cocked his head to the side, ready to talk but she beat him to it with her fucking logic yet again. Sometimes, he didn't even realize he was keeping his powers on. And that was the weird thing. He had plenty of control, but this was different. Like it was instinctual and not trained; like he could be even better at it somehow. Maybe he'd figure more about his powers later, but right now...she was right.<br><br>&nbsp;He let his control slip right before the second snowball hit his face. And then, it was so cold it burned for a second. "Shit, that's cold!,"<br>&nbsp;he exclaimed and quickly wiped the remaining powder from his face. The third one hit him before he could move, causing him to finally laugh into the darkness. "Okay. Head outta my ass time. Now I gotta snowball you, beautiful. Your gift for pullin' me out of my funk, hehehe." Reaching down, he scooped some snow into his hand and molded it into a perfect sphere. "Get ready for the cold front." Then he tossed his ball. </span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>11-03-2020, 06:45:28</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th - 8:17:02am</strong></span><br><em>Front Door &gt; Kitchen</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://www.ebony.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/06/omari-2.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> Shirtless, Gym Shorts, Shoes<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Working Out &gt; Answering the door<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gia</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; &nbsp;"Ain't that the truth," was his answer to Gia's astute observation, and the rain would come shortly. Then she could run around outside and even play in it before the sand got <em>too</em> muddy. After he gave her the cereal, she thanked him, and it made him glad to see the wilds hadn't robbed her of her manners.<br><br>&nbsp;"Don't mention it. Seriously, <em>don't</em>. The others'll get jealous as cereal is usually a treat for a job well done. It's pretty hard to get ahold of nowadays so I figure it's a good way to provide incentive." Then he took another bite of the crunchy, sweet, deliciousness that only milk could enhance even further. When the twins entered, he could tell the hungry look in their eyes meant they already like Gia, at least from a physical standpoint. "James, Sergio. Chow time. Gonna need that energy for class today," he said with a teasing grin.<br><br>&nbsp;The twins were tough as nails, so he enjoyed getting to push them harder than a lot of the others. It was true that since they were so new to their abilities, they needed the extra training, but that didn't mean it was any less fun. Besides, they handled the pressure well and always rose to his expectations and would soon grow into their abilities well. <br><br>After being asked some questions, Gia began to answer them honestly as far as he could tell. And like others, her story wasn't sunshine and roses. But she'd survived and she was here; not everyone with a sad story could say the same. After she explained her powers, his eyebrow rose slightly.<br><br>&nbsp;"Waaaaaitaminute hold on. If your precognition can tell they could make a move in a few months...just how far into the future can you see? That power could help us out way more than you know...or exactly as much as you know if you've already seen it." He could tell she didn't want to talk about her old town, and he understood. So instead, he simply said. "Everything works out okay, this'll be your new home. And we take care of our own here, so no worries about that."<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>11-03-2020, 19:10:19</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monday, January 6th - 11:00 PM</strong></span><br><em>Kitchen</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/06/8a/78/068a784bd2176ad1eed0bd4e56afc321.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Dressy outfit as pictured<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Teaching, eating<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> --<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Amber | OPEN<br><hr>Marley took a bite, then a second, of her half sandwich, observing Amber. Her blue eyes widened at the young girl’s request. “Shit, that’s a tall fucking order.” Marley waved what was left of her grilled cheese sandwich at Amber. “Trust is complicated. It’s earned over time.” She took another bite of her grilled cheese. The young woman was making her think of all the people who had walked through the front doors of the Cathedral over the last three years. Marley hadn’t trusted a single one of them at first. This was supposed to be a party house, a true symbol of escapism. Yet, she still welcomed them in, and gave them a safe place to stay. This wasn’t about trust. She finished her half sandwich. <br><br>If what Amber was admitting about herself was true, then it meant she didn’t feel like she could depend on <em>her</em> either. Marley swallowed, running her tongue along her teeth. Marley was often right, but she wasn't perfect. “You obviously don’t trust <em>me</em>, Amber," she began, though she was careful to keep her tone neutral, rather than upset, "and yet you screamed when I burnt my hand." She clasped her hands together on the table. She couldn't teach trust, but she could teach this young girl something <em>else</em>. "Do you know why that is?" Marley continued, looking at her uncertain green eyes with firm blue ones. But Marley didn't gave her a chance to answer. "Because I <em>let</em> you in. You don’t know everything about me, but you know <em>enough</em> to feel concern." Granted, the young girl was likely unaware that Marley could heal herself. She liked to keep her powers a secret until the perfect, <em>teachable</em> moment arose. Marley may have, inadvertently, become a head of a boarding school, but she was still a mischievous wild child at heart.<br><br>She nodded at Amber, as if agreeing with some of what the young girl had unleashed. "If you continue to devote <em>all</em> your time to your... project," it sounded less harsh, "the other people here <em>will</em> end up hurting you, even when they don't mean to, because they don't feel anything for you." Marley looked at her intently. "Once you let people know who you are, even a little bit, it's <em>incredibly</em> hard for them to feel nothing and throw you to the wolves. Unless they are fucking assholes, like the dipshits in your past." Marley tapped her hand on the table. "But, I don't <em>let</em> dipshits into my school, Amber." It was why Marley took the vetting process so seriously. Especially after the Eclipse. Most of the people who survived the war were hardened, broken, and often destructive. "The people here won't hurt you, if you <em>let</em> them know you. They will protect you, as we <em>teach</em> them to do, as I am <em>teaching</em> you to do with your project." She wasn't building a new security system to protect herself. Amber was building the security system to protect everyone in the Cathedral. <br><br>Marley breathed. It was time for the part she <em>could</em> actually teach Amber, the part that didn't rely on trust: her <em>self worth</em>. Some dipshit had clearly shattered it long ago. "You are likely one of a handful of people who can use technology nowadays," she began, leaning on the kitchen table in front of the young girl again, "You are smart and a little relentless." The kid did have a bit of a snarky streak. It made her prickly, but not a bad person. "But, you are aiding in humanity's survival. You are <em>worth</em> knowing, Amber." She had to believe she was worth something first. They could work on trust later.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>11-03-2020, 20:06:33</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Thursday, January 9th - 3:12 AM</strong></span><br><em>Tree Swing</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/14/be/44/14be4445184d65863579f9e31ce34df1.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Yellow raincoat (pictured), grey sweatpants, white sneakers<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Obliging a late night request<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Mild frostbite<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Kaine<br><hr><em>Good. He was starting to feel something other than pain.</em> Marley watched as Kaine slowly started reacting to the cold. It was undeniably human. "Your well being is gift enough," Marley began cautiously, as he started forming his own snowball. To be honest, she had expected him to either become more upset or even angry at her snowballs. She certainly hadn't expected him to be <em>playful</em>. If she had expected <em>that</em>, she would <em>not</em> have started a snowball fight that she was undoubtedly going to lose. <br><br><em>His hands were bigger.</em> She knew that intimately. They had been all over her smooth, soft skin before. <em>Fuck. His snowball was perfect.</em> She stepped backwards, turning, but it was no use. His snowball hit the top of her right shoulder. Snow slipped in between her yellow raincoat and her neck, getting in her ear. She opened her mouth at the sensation and tried not to squeal, looking away in the opposite direction. "Kaine!" She scolded, but quickly started making a counter snowball. She hadn't seen Kaine this playful since he came back from the war. She had worried that this part of him <em>had</em> died in the Eclipse, and yet.. <em>Here he was.</em> She wanted to hang on to <em>this</em> Kaine for a few more minutes, even if she was freezing. "This exercise was supposed to help you, not provide you with a victory," Marley clarified, as she threw her snowball, then made another and thew it quickly, aiming for his face and his chest again. Her fingers were numb, too.<br><br>She wasn't naive. Kaine called it a 'funk', but it was more than that. <em>It was PTSD.</em> It would never truly heal; there would always be symptoms to manage. A snowball fight would help <em>tonight</em>, but tomorrow, and everyday after that... Marley could only hope that her help would be enough for him, and that he wouldn't leave her again. Even then, she had no idea what to do about his nightmares. <em>When she had a nightmare, she tried to feel less alone.</em> But Kaine could be so god damn stubborn, sometimes he was hard to get close too. She threw another snowball at him and darted around the tree for cover, her sneakers sinking into the snow so deep it rose to her knees, engulfing her sweatpants. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>11-03-2020, 22:01:12</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> None<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Marley, CLOSED<br><hr>Tia heaved another dry rotted piece of wood into the growing junk pile outside of the old detached garage Marley was allowing her to transform into a greenhouse.&nbsp; At the moment it looked nothing like what Tia was envisioning, but you had to start somewhere and that somewhere was clearing out the old junk that had accumulated in it.&nbsp; There were two small piles outside, one for items that might be useful at the Cathedral or possible trade and the other was rotted wood, rusted old toys and other unusable detritus.&nbsp; The shaded interior of the would be greenhouse offered some respite from the desert heat, but not much, not since the Eclipse had created the unending heatwave.&nbsp; <br><br>Tia had been at it since early morning when the temperature was uncomfortable as opposed to sweltering.&nbsp; Progress had been made in clearing the old building out.&nbsp; It was going slower than Tia would have liked but that was to be expected.&nbsp; She looked at both her piles.&nbsp; Before Eclipse all of it would have been taken to a junk yard, but now you had to pick carefully through the forgotten mess for salvage before getting rid of it.&nbsp; Old pipes could be re-purposed as could the old wiring.&nbsp; Sturdy sections of siding could patch up the Cathedral and old toys could be traded for supplies.&nbsp; Nothing that could be reused was tossed.&nbsp; The junk pile remained larger than the salvage unfortunately.<br><br>Tia paused in the shaded doorway and tugged at a gloved hand, one finger at a time, until it came off.&nbsp; She wiped her brow and a smudge of dirt from her arm marred her forehead.&nbsp; There was a light sheen of sweat on her deep bronze skin.&nbsp; Her white body suit was splotched with dirt and rust as were her old ripped jeans. Once the old garage was cleaned out she would start knocking down the siding and then shingled roof.&nbsp; It wasn’t going to go quickly but it was a labor of love and got Tia’s mind on something other than loss. <br><br>A little way off form the garage were a couple lawn chairs.&nbsp; They had been unoccupied the last time Tia had paused to stare at the growing piles outside the door.&nbsp; This time a figure lay lounging in one, soaking in the heat of the day.&nbsp; It was the leader of this ragtag group of refugees.&nbsp; Tia wasn’t sure if leader was really the right word, but it was close enough.&nbsp; When she had met Marley for the first time Tia hadn't been sure about this young woman and her stance of utter neutrality.&nbsp; No one was ever truly neutral in her experience.&nbsp; There was always an agenda, but Tia had been in a tough spot and chose to give her and the Cathedral a chance to prove her concerns were unfounded.&nbsp; So far they were.&nbsp; She wasn’t ready to let her guard down completely but Marley had been true to the bargain they struck when Tia arrived on the Cathedral’s door months ago and that had meant a lot to her.&nbsp; In the intervening time she had gotten to know the enigmatic woman some. There were a lot of younger members of the Cathedral and it was nice to have a more mature woman to talk too.&nbsp; Marley apparently thought so too.&nbsp; It was something Tia found she missed when nights got lonely and the pain of losing Kesi became all too poignant.&nbsp; <br><br>With the sun reaching its zenith it was time for Tia to take a break until the cooler air of evening time would make the deconstruction of the garage more palatable.&nbsp; She grabbed the half empty jug of water that sat in the shade nearby and walked over to the sun bathing Marley.&nbsp; The water was warm now but every flower needed a drink sometimes.&nbsp; Tia was lucky.&nbsp; She could get her nourishment from the sun if she needed and often chose to too help conserve Cathedral resources, but she could still get dehydrated when she pushed herself like she had today. <br><br>“Mind if I join you? I could use the break” she asked, already sitting in the second lawn chair and offering the jug up to Marley if she wanted it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>12-03-2020, 02:17:03</strong>
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				center]<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 6:05am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Front Porch - Entry</em>[/center]<br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Vedaa_Arsenal.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Antigone Ray Shanae Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>Armored in Steel and Gold, black skirt and calf-high flex-steel war boots <br><strong>DOING:</strong> Arriving<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Sunrise is still almost two hours away, 7:52am. <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Creed, open<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He was quick, cool and unimpressed. That was a good sign, meant they were strong. "I can affect metals, though I have no electrical control stuffs." He offered her solace, to comfort. Then he said she was pretty. Beneath her hair, her temple markings glowed pink slightly as her face blushed light blue.He was attractive as well, though he was a bit of dark meat she wasn't drawn to often. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Antigone followed him inside, oddly ready to surrender her blade or helm. He hadn't asked for it. She could hear the stirrings of others, though where in the large structure could they be. "A restful place yes, a bite to eat, better. What does it cost?" She hoped the others weren't like her, she was supposed to be trying to be more... well more. he needed to understand the root of the problem, and thinking the way she did, would not endear her to herself, much less others. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"There is always a trade, what do you require of those here? Defenders, scavengers, assault team, worship of your god or goddess?" She stopped in the door of the kitchen, she would accept nothing before she knew the trade. "You offer a wealth in a day's security. You obviously have strength, you still stand. You have security, there is little enough of that beyond your doors. You offer food, a highly limited resource the path I have walked. I would offer much for such, yet you have no price tags." She challenged his casual and open offer her suspicions showing caution against betrayal and Indian trading. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>12-03-2020, 22:38:47</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th – 10:00 AM</strong></span><br><em>Second Floor Landing</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Jinx598.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Gylda Gabriela Alejandra Dias<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> As pictured with red sweatpants and sneakers (https://images.asos-media.com/products/asos-pantalon-de-jogging-avec-bande-contrastee-sur-le-cote/6935497-4?$XXL$&amp;wid=513&amp;fit=constrain)<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Trying not to kill Amber<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> None<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gia, Amber, Closed<br><hr>“Your favorite color?&nbsp; Well, I will have to remember that.” She said new to this whole flirting thing, but very much enjoying it.&nbsp; Gia was engaging, playful and devastatingly beautiful so it was really easy to compliment her.&nbsp; The hardest part was trying to not look thirsty as fuck.&nbsp; Gigi was doing a poor job of that for sure. <br><br>She nodded when Gia asked about the old movies.&nbsp; “Absolutely.&nbsp; What isn’t to like about them.&nbsp; Have you ever seen ‘Better Off Dead?’” she asked.&nbsp; Gigi could tell you about any romcom of that decade, heck just about any movie from that decade but comedies and romantic comedies were her wheelhouse.&nbsp; The blank look on Gia’s face was all the answer she needed.&nbsp; <br><br>“Oh wow.&nbsp; I have so much to show you.” She said with a laugh and gladly accepted the idea of a date.&nbsp; Gigi had been on one when she was like 15, but once she had gotten on the run, dating and romance had been kinda thrown out the window.&nbsp; Her prospects since joining up with the Cathedral had been non-existant.&nbsp; She loved Amanda but Amanda was hetero to the core and Gigi hadn’t been attracted to her.&nbsp; That kind of left Amber which...ugh Amber.&nbsp; So going on a date with a beautiful girl sounded like the best idea Gigi had heard in like ever.<br><br>“Well come on then.&nbsp; It looks like I need to find you some fruit.” She said with a wink and pushed off from the door jam.&nbsp; “Cooperative games?” Gigi thought about it “Maybe Mysterium."&nbsp; It was sort of co-op in the sense that everyone had to get to the final mystery before time ran out, but they would need more players.<br><br>Gigi was lost in thought about what game might be best for them to play together and was completely unprepared for what was about to happen.&nbsp; Gia’s sudden spin in front of her had her pull up short, but not before they bumped up against one another.&nbsp; There was surprise in her eyes and her heart leapt into her throat as she realized just how close they were.&nbsp; <br><br>“I…um.” Gigi bite at her bottom lip, not at all sure what to do in that moment when….”SPLAT!”&nbsp; Bright red goo splattered across Gia’s back and hair and an almost arterial like splatter streaked a line across Gigi’s face.&nbsp; She stood there a droplet of goo dripping from her messy brown hair with her mouth wide open an image mostly mirrored by a surprised looking Amber holding an empty dripping bowl.&nbsp; Gigi’s shocked face went to mortification at what just happened to shaking anger as she saw Gia’s back when she turned to face their assailant. <br><br>“AMBER!&nbsp; What the fuck!?!” She wasn’t screaming but her voice was loud and shrill and she was beat red with embarrassment.&nbsp; “I…..I….,” she was too upset to get another word out and it was probably a good thing that Gia turned to ask her where the bathroom was and for a change of clothes.&nbsp; She glanced at Gia and back to Amber and back to Gia looking like a fish out of water her lips moving but not making a sound.&nbsp; “Uh, um…of course.” She finally stammered.” It’s this way.” She finally found words and took Gia’s hand in hers to lead her off while shooting a death glare over her shoulder at Amber.<br><br>“I am soooo sorry.” She offered an apology that should have been Amber’s to make.&nbsp; “I…I think she…she’s a little mental.” Gigi explained in obvious frustration.&nbsp; “And thinks she’s funny…” she muttered the last to herself.&nbsp; “The bathroom is right here.&nbsp; Let me go get you something to wear.” Once Gia was safely in the bathroom Gigi rushed off to her room and ran to her dresser.&nbsp; She grabbed a black tank top that had been sitting on the top of the pile, but tossed it aside.&nbsp; While she would have loved to see Gia in it, she was a little…um bigger in that area than Gigi (who wasn’t exactly small there either) so she grabbed an oversized white t-shirt instead.&nbsp; Leggings were shoved this way and that until she found a pair of denim shorts that she hoped would fit Gia.&nbsp; What if she puts them on and they are huge!&nbsp; Oh God am I fat? By the time she ran back to the bathroom her room looked like it had been hit by a mini tornado, there were tossed about clothes everywhere.<br><br>Gia knocked softly on the door when she slid to a halt next to the bathroom. “It’s Gigi.&nbsp; I have some clothes, I hope they fit.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>12-03-2020, 23:50:31</strong>
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				<br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 6am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Front Porch - Entry</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> Clean up, scouting, fixing, observing, watching....needing some herb so he can slow down a bit.<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Sunrise is still almost two hours away, 7:52am. <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Antigone, open<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>[ “Physical shifter…metal nice.&nbsp; I am&nbsp; hyper kinetic- electricity mostly which can&nbsp; be applied to a lot of things.”&nbsp; He seemed to be speaking just a bit faster. <strong><em> ‘The blush gave him pause, could she be interested in him?&nbsp; He could be so lucky but no.&nbsp; Blue…different color to blush.’ </em></strong> <br><br>“What do you mean what does it cost?&nbsp; You would be, stay and live with us.&nbsp; Once you vetted you would be here, we protect our own.” &nbsp;He said leaving out a few words with his more hyper speech he needed to get some weed in him soonish. <strong><em> ‘She looked at him with an air of disbelief. ‘</em></strong>&nbsp; He paused&nbsp; she was not finding his words too reassuring.<br><br>“I wish for you to be my love slave, concubine!”&nbsp; He said flatly,&nbsp; he would have to be careful she would be apt to punch him like one of the twins.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“I am but joking.&nbsp; We haven’t made anyone pay in ever….ours is a commune we help one another, take care of one another, defend one another.&nbsp; Can you do that Antigone?”&nbsp; He said taking her hand gently as he wanted to focus her attention, his own hand trembling slightly as he kissed hers.&nbsp; He wasn’t lying but he had been still for too long so far and standing here with this rather attractive woman he needed to burn off some energy.&nbsp; Too bad he couldn’t have asked for that boon but he wouldn’t do that to her, she seemed nice.&nbsp; <br><br>He moved away from her and began to make pancakes….they were easy and he had the ingredients all ready.&nbsp; &nbsp; He made a large batch and was already making several for the two of them. &nbsp;“Sit others are sleep, you can tell me about you.&nbsp; That will be payment for breakfast then we will find you a room and bed kay?” &nbsp;His speed made him seem like he was in two places at once.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>13-03-2020, 03:56:54</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 6:05am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Front Porch - Entry</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Vedaa_Arsenal.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Antigone Ray Shanae Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>Armored in Steel and Gold, black skirt and calf-high flex-steel war boots <br><strong>DOING:</strong> Arriving<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Sunrise is still almost two hours away, 7:52am. <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Creed, open<br><hr><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=317107.msg15312747#msg15312747">Quote from: Gannameade on 12-03-2020, 23:50:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“I wish for you to be my love slave, concubine!”&nbsp; He said flatly.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She accepted this with a nod, and began unbuckling her breastplate before his pause was over, his next words taking it back, she colored again adjusting the strap instead of unbuckling it. Was this what dealing with people outside a military hierarchy was like?<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=317107.msg15312747#msg15312747">Quote from: Gannameade on 12-03-2020, 23:50:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“I am but joking.&nbsp; We haven’t made anyone pay in ever….ours is a commune we help one another, take care of one another, defend one another.&nbsp; Can you do that Antigone?”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Again he confused her, taking her hand in his and being all gallant while his words did not make sense. "Say what you mean. Must I belong to someone until I earn my place or not? If so, how do I challenge out of that status and when can I take that challenge. The only semi-successful communes were the sex based ones from the sixties, and though it sounds fun and interesting, I would prefer to be on top. How soon may I challenge for voting rights.?"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Food for her story, fine. "I can tell you my story, you feed me. That works, then you can offer me the answer to my questions while we find a place to lay my pallet."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She composed herself, this was one part of the interview process that she needed to get out of the way. "Dad was Navy, so was Mom, though she was with the Trans-Galactic Fleet. She was a Science nerd, much like me and maths, according to dad, and needed a distraction one day. He fit the menu, I was the cost. They tried to stay in touch, but something about long-distance rates out of planetary system. Dad was a kidder, he was also human. Mom was not, and no, I do not know much about her species." This was where the odd looks and either silence or questions came in, or he would go get his superiors. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>13-03-2020, 05:56:28</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th - 8:30 AM</strong></span><br><em>Kitchen</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6a/13/6c/6a136c3876bb0b7116281a2a64c67163.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Pajamas, fake glasses (both pictured)<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Finishing breakfast, observing<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> --<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Twins, Eric, Gia, Kaine | OPEN<br><hr>Marley's attention was momentarily captured by the twins. <em>At least they're awake early enough to eat breakfast today.</em> Granted, James looked far more awake than his brother... Which was why <em>he</em> remembered his manners. Or, perhaps it was more that Sergio was the outspoken one of the pair. Marley stared intently at them. All things considered, the Durante brothers hadn't been at the Cathedral for that long either. They were often, if not always together, which worried her. <em>After the Eclipse, codependency on one other person was more of a weakness than a strength.</em> Thankfully, Eric told them to settle down before she had to.<br><br>Marley was not the best at handling teenage hormones. Though, she had been nineteen once, many years ago. Her brow furrowed, trying to think back to her past, but it was hazy. <em>Maybe she shouldn't have just ate Tia's plant based yogurt.</em> She noticed the plate of pancakes that Eric had placed in front of her clasped hands on the kitchen table. For a second time, she refused them. She picked up the plate, and moved away from the table, handing it to Sergio while Gia spoke. Even if Kaine sounded like he was kidding, he was still going to train them hard over the next two hours -- he was never <em>easy</em>. "Put food in your mouth instead of words you'll regret later," Marley whispered to Sergio, but her blue eyes did not leave the dirty, blonde young woman seated at their kitchen table. Kaine seemed to be more focused on the logistics of her powers, but Marley thought of something else.<br><br><em>Just how often had she seen the war before it happened?</em> If Marley had known about the war before it happened... it would have driven her insane, trying to save everyone before it started. She blinked at the young girl from the other side of the room, now next to the twins. She was dirty, but she seemed relatively calm. <em>Had she 'met' all of them before?</em> It was likely she had used her powers to get away from the... <em>assassins</em>. <em>They had to worry about fucking assassins now?</em> Marley pressed her lips together. "If you can see threats before they arrive, then I am glad you are here with us and not another organization." And not just assassins, but also the IOS. <em>Especially</em> the IOS, if what Tia had told her in confidence was true. She would have to lie on all of this new girl's paperwork. <br><br>"I just hope you don't give away all of our secrets," Marley added, but didn't dwell and cleared her throat. They could talk more about Gia's powers in private after Kaine's class had started. "If you wish to be a student here, we do expect you to go to class and train your abilities." Though Marley wasn't sure how one trained someone with precognition. "Each of us teaches some classes on a variety of subjects, but we also train you to fight and deal with the world as it is now. James," Marley looked back at the twin wearing the less obnoxious t-shirt, "and Sergio," she nodded to the twin with her second plate of pancakes, "are new students too, so you are not alone." If a girl with the ability to see the future thought the Cathedral was were she wanted to stay, Marley would take that as a good sign. The first good sign of the morning, in fact.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>13-03-2020, 20:32:07</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 6am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Front Porch - Entry</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> Clean up, scouting, fixing, observing, watching....needing some herb so he can slow down a bit.<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Sunrise is still almost two hours away, 7:52am. <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Antigone, open<br><hr><br>&nbsp;“Whoa, Whoa!&nbsp; Although I would love that I would not subject you to that!&nbsp; I would want you to want to be with me!&nbsp; I am sorry…you truly are lovely but that would be unfair to you…especially with my…my appetites.&nbsp; &nbsp;I didn’t not mean to offend.” &nbsp;It was his turn to blush now realizing he would have left it, if it were that easy. <br>&nbsp;<br>“No you don’t belong to any one.&nbsp; You are your own person here.&nbsp; If you wish to belong to me I wouldn’t say ‘No.’&nbsp; But that should be your choice not your punishment.&nbsp; There is no challenge, you sit, you eat, you learn and enter act.&nbsp; You don’t have to fight for food, you fight to defend the home and those within from those that would attack us.&nbsp; That is you are payment.&nbsp; You be yourself…don’t kill anyone with out due cause and you are welcome here.&nbsp; I will run the placement across the bosses, but they will have some questions to ask you.&nbsp; I only help with energy and security.” &nbsp;He spoke hoping to calm her a little bit.<br><br>“Yes we can do that.”&nbsp; He said scared of her and himself.&nbsp; Her because she was so willing to agree and him for wanting to recant since it had been a long time for him but again.&nbsp; She would be pissed and not trust him were she to find out that wasn’t a requirement and he didn’t want that.&nbsp; She as nice, so he would just help. No strings.<br><br>“Do you are part alien?&nbsp; Wow, so what was that like?” &nbsp;He asked as he would still finish breakfast making a few more stacks before he stopped , others could make their own, there was plenty he thought at least.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isengrad</strong> on <strong>14-03-2020, 00:09:59</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th - 8:30am</strong></span><br><em>kitchen</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aWcRsEO.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> James &amp; Sergio Durante (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15289782#msg15289782)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>Jeans and a T-shirt the both of them(James plain, Sergio Pink Floyd)<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Eating apparently <br><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Eric, Gia, Kaine, Marley |open to others<br><hr><br>James was going to have to get used to the fact that they were both treated like hormonal teenagers, well they were but that was besides the point. Still the founders and other teachers here did an excellent job of teaching them how to cope with what hey could do now, even if some of their powers were different they at least all went through that early phase of being unsure, of questioning yourself..least James like to think so. He managed to real Sergio back in before pancakes were shoved in his brothers hands. <br><br><strong>"Yes Ma'am"</strong> Sergio replied, he may have had more freedom but their father had taught them both respect for their elders/superiors. he stepped away from his brother to have a seat at the table as the two were privy to the conversation about the new girls power. As they were introduced they each responded. James with a head nod and a low <strong>"Hello"</strong> and Sergio with a wave of his hand as the other was occupied with feeding him.<br><br>James moved to retrieve his own plate, he knew it was a good idea to eat when offered, especially if when Kaine was their instructor, both could take some punishment and Kaine could dish it out in spare if he was really trying. Even with how durable the two were, they always felt it afterward. Sitting down he dug into his own plate of pancakes. <br><br><strong>"So Mr. Brooks..."</strong> started James after he swallowed a bite he just took.<strong>"...care to warn us about what your gonna put us through today, or is it a surprise?</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>14-03-2020, 02:47:28</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 6:05am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Front Porch - Entry</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Vedaa_Arsenal.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Antigone Ray Shanae Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>Armored in Steel and Gold, black skirt and calf-high flex-steel war boots <br><strong>DOING:</strong> Arriving<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Sunrise is still almost two hours away, 8:00 am. <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Creed, open<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Yeah, I grew up part alien, though it was my human father who needed to raise me human, so I covered my markings and went to school. We moved alot. What was it like growing up human?" She looked to him to change the subject, she liked his blush. She moved to the table, sitting for the moment. Setting her helmet on the ground, "Then we should get together later, stress relief. You seem stressed, I am stressed. You must tell me of these appetites someday."&nbsp; She was cold about it, though there was no hesitation, almost mechanical, like drinking water, just a necessity or exercise. "The pancakes smell good."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"My necessities are less, I subsist off less than most, only needing a 1600 kilocalories a day as opposed to the common 2000. An active human 3000, myself, 2000. My IQ is exponentially increased from humans. I graduated high school at fourteen, had my Masters at 18. I have great insight into mechanical understanding, an excellent memory, and a learning curve that would piss you off." Her tone was despondent, disappointing. People hated hearing how they were inferior to her mother's species. Though this information is pertinent. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>14-03-2020, 09:39:08</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th - 8:00 AM</strong></span><br><em>Outside &gt; Kitchen</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> jeans, tank top<br><strong>DOING:</strong> cooking egg for breakfast<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> --<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Antigone, Marley, Kaine, Barry, Gia, twins&nbsp; open<br><hr> <br>&nbsp;Marley he loved her really did on a number of levels but as a person she worried too much.&nbsp; But being headmistress so to speak he couldn’t blame her now she had to deal with a precog would meant.&nbsp; What did Gia know what she didn’t know.&nbsp; What was the true timeline and what were splinters of the true timeline.&nbsp; It was all a multiverse headache at best.&nbsp; At worse it was simply something else for Marley to fret her head over.<br>Regardless he was going to have to try to put her mind at ease.<br><br>“I am sure her presence means that maybe this might be the best place for her. We will just to hope that she is open for us to ask questions about our own safety and protection.&nbsp; So you can’t let her ability scare you all, she is here and hopefully on our side.” &nbsp;He said as he finished making a few more pancakes.<br><br>“Concentrate boys your skills will be needed more in practice.” &nbsp;He replied looking at the twins.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>15-03-2020, 05:13:24</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th - 8:28 AM</strong></span><br><em>Kitchen</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/gvsNAKB.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Gia Devlin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15286077#msg15286077)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Ripped up Jeans with an old tank top, dirty, holed running shoes<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Meeting the Founders and students.<br><strong>NOTE:</strong><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Kaine, Marley, Twins, Eric, Open<br><hr><br>As Kaine asked her about how far she could she into the future she shrugged her shoulders as she politely finished chewing and swallowing, "I see possibilities, the further out I look, the more possibilities there are."&nbsp; She explained to the huge man,&nbsp; "The Knives know about my ability, so that will affect their planning as they try to figure out a way to trick me.&nbsp; There is very little set in stone."&nbsp; She finished off the bowl of cinnamon toast crunch, slowly drinking the rest of the milk from the bowl, being careful to not let any now sugarily milk spill and Kaine would notice that she didn't really answer his question about how far she can look into the future, anyone observing her closely would notice that she seemed hesitant to explain the full scope of her powers.&nbsp; This could either be for self-protection or she didn't want to make people nervous/uncomfortable with her ability. <br><br>Turning to Marley, the busty blonde smiled and shrugged, "I don't know all your secrets.&nbsp; It is difficult to look down someone else's timelines, I just know what has been told to me."&nbsp; When she had tried to look at other people's possibilities, it was easy to lose track of their present and without that point of reference, she couldn't judge how probably a possibility actually was.&nbsp; Her body created an anchor of what her present was, allowing her to judge probabilities very accurately and allowing her to search further out for possibilities.&nbsp; &nbsp;"And classes have already been very useful, things I learned from you all gave me the skills I needed to escape the Knives and other dangers."&nbsp; For anyone who thinks about that statement, it means that Gia was able to use in the present, things she will learn in the future.&nbsp; "Of course actually going to a class in the present is better than using future knowledge."&nbsp; At least Marley won't have to explain why a class was important to learn, Gia probably already knew how that class will help her in the future.<br><br>After giving the twins a small wave of greeting as she slowed down on eating, between the cereal and pancakes, her stomach was getting full.&nbsp; Smilingly with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "Sometimes it is better to not know what is coming," she teased as the twins tried to get an idea of what Kaine was going to be teaching today.&nbsp; <br><br>Gia blushed at all the statements of support and offers of a home, "Thanks and i will help the Cathedral out as much as I can.&nbsp; This place has the most possibility of bringing me happiness." &nbsp;She notably didn't say safety or a long life as she slowly finished off the pancakes, having to force herself to eat the last piece.&nbsp; No way was she letting food go to waste, anything she didn't eat was going to be thrown away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>16-03-2020, 05:23:32</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><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<br><hr>Sunday was traditionally a day of rest, but Marley rarely took days off. This Sunday, however, she made an exception. It was a 'nope' day. Cathedral needs enhancements? <em>Nope.</em> Classes require preparations? <em>Nope.</em> Students have questions? <em>Nope.</em> Another threat needs to be dealt with? <em>Nope. Nope. Nope.</em> Marley was doing fuck all today. Four years ago, before the Cathedral went public, before she was <em>somehow</em> designated a supervisor to a bunch of other miscreants, she used to have days like this all the time. They used to involve drugs, music and alcohol too, but for now the perpetual heatwave would do. <em>How long had she been outside, sun bathing in a one-piece bathing suit?</em><br><br>She was aware Tia was outside too. Marley had seen her when she sat in a lawn chair earlier, but she had chosen not to disturb Tia from her work. The older woman might have been a bit suspicious, but she certainly was determined. Even Marley had to admire the sheer amount of heavy lifting she'd completed on the... <em>greenhouse</em> thus far. Marley saw the value in Tia's powers, and not just because the IOS wanted them... <em>Or, were they the IOS?</em> When Tia had shown up months ago, she had said someone tried to fucking kidnap her, claiming to be the IOS. They desired her powers to grow plants and control water, given the worldwide heatwave. She had escaped, but she had ended up <em>here</em> -- in a boarding school for supers that was <em>funded</em> by the same people who tried to <em>take</em> her, if they were in fact, from the <em>real</em> IOS. Admittedly, Marley still had yet to confirm the true identity of Tia's kidnappers. Fake IOS or not, Marley wasn't about to let someone get taken against their will. <em>And so, she negotiated with Tia.</em> <br><br>Marley would lie to the IOS about Tia's real identity, and hide her at the Cathedral, and in exchange Tia could work on the... <em>greenhouse</em>. Technically it was a massive shed, or guest house or alternate garage. Given the shape it was in, it was hard to tell what it <em>had</em> been, other than a large square building behind the actual boarding house. But Tia was turning it <em>into</em> a greenhouse and that was what mattered. Marley opened just one of her bright blue eyes and squinted at the weathered woman before her, holding a hand over her forehead to block the sun. "Nope," she replied with a small smirk, still squinting. <em>It was her word of the day, after all</em>. She looked at the water jug, but didn't make a move for it. <em>She could heal from dehydration, too.</em> Then she dropped her hand, perching up on her elbows on her lawn chair. She opened her other eye and glanced at the two piles of debris Tia was making. One looked in considerably worse shape than the other. "Have I given you too much homework?" She laid back down in her lawn chair, closing her blue eyes against the sun once more as she waited for Tia to join.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>16-03-2020, 05:59:02</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 6am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Front Porch - Entry</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> Clean up, scouting, fixing, observing, watching....needing some herb so he can slow down a bit.<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Sunrise is still almost two hours away, 7:52am. <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Antigone, open<br><hr><br><br>“I lived pretty normal I guess had friends maybe a girlfriend or three.&nbsp; Had to hide my abilities since I didn’t want to be discovered by the government.&nbsp; Despite what most people thought having powers wasn’t exactly the best thing always.&nbsp; I enjoyed them but not enough to want to use them for others.&nbsp; I guess I was a bit more selfish about my abilities.”&nbsp; He watched her focused practiced movements.&nbsp; “You are a trained warrior.&nbsp; You fought in the war?”&nbsp; He asked.<br><br>“I…I would enjoy teaching you of my appetites and would welcome anytime to…’relieve stress’ with you Antigone.”&nbsp; He said feeling quite stupid about not requesting for her to be his concubine.&nbsp; He could see she was comfortable with it and he would more than welcome the chance to take away all of her stress that she might have.&nbsp; “Thank you, they are the easiest and quickest to make and feed all those within.&nbsp; Just make sure you don’t run out of syrup…Eric gets upset when you run out of syrup…especially when it is so easy to make.” &nbsp;He smirked.<br><br>He smirked.&nbsp; “I learn as fast as I move, my mechanical aptitude is in chemistry or I learned engineering.&nbsp; I use my speed for security and research.&nbsp; I have a high metabolism so you will probably see me eating…a lot.&nbsp; So I tend to cook a lot too.&nbsp; I think we would be excellent…working together and we could determine our learning curve…together.&nbsp; You seem like you would fit in well here and we could use another warrior as well.” &nbsp;He said making sure she had enough to eat.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>16-03-2020, 07:41:00</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 6:15am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Kitchen</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Vedaa_Arsenal.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Antigone Ray Shanae Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>Armored in Steel and Gold, black skirt and calf-high flex-steel war boots <br><strong>DOING:</strong> Arriving<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Sunrise is still almost two hours away, 8:00 am. <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Creed, open<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "Social entanglements that I proved were unnecessary. I made it through High School and my degree without such hassles. Yeah, I fought in the war, noone who is standing today made it through that time without fighting. I was called against mechanized units. Our guns were ok, but their shit broke when the barrel bent and they backblasted into their own toys. You were there? Then you know, we did what we had to do. How we had to do it." She ate two pancakes, light on the syrup, light on the butter. "The rest are yours, you said you eat more. Can I top off my canteen?"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He tried to offer his appetites, she couldn't blame him, but her needs were off now. Too many pictures running death in her head. "In the future, if you want a girl's time, don't remind her of her participation in war. Maybe another time, I mean, sure, another time."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She rose, taking her plate to the sink. Her first thought was to go out and sand clean the plate, but no, they had water to use on washing dishes. "Grey water disposal? Is it drained to a hydroponics or something?"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"My power, I use it to lift things I cannot myself, I can do minor property changes in a metal, though I have a lot of growth needed there to make it usable for more than drilling and shaping. I can manipulate it such as unscrewing a nut from a bolt without being in contact or seeing it directly." She grasped the topic with all her will, focusing on mechanics. "My power is strong, I can lift an armored sedan, around two tons. I can lift two tons of rivets. single unit or multiple objects it seems the weight is the limiter there. I propelled the motorcycle frame down the road under me, I probably could make it fly, but I get queasy when I lift myself that way and it is heavily distracting, which makes it wobble, which makes it more difficult to concentrate. It gets vicious fast."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>16-03-2020, 13:35:20</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 6am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Front Porch - Entry</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> Clean up, scouting, fixing, observing, watching....needing some herb so he can slow down a bit.<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Sunrise is still almost two hours away, 7:52am. <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Antigone, open<br><hr><br><br>&nbsp; <br>He looked at her and listened to her.&nbsp; “I can’t say they are unnecessary…some of us need those, to remind us we aren’t alone in this world.&nbsp; But I get what you mean.&nbsp; Some of our social constructs leave a lot to be desired.”&nbsp; He listen and reflected upon…no one was unscathed physically or mentally.&nbsp; He didn’t want to remember that time even if he wasn’t on the front lines.&nbsp; It was still rough to even live through that.<br><br>“You can have water when you wish…yes Antigone you can refill you canteen.”&nbsp; He replied she still had that war like mentality.&nbsp; He wouldn’t let the food go to waste adding a bit more syrup as he moved quickly as if it were three people eating instead of just one.<br><br>He smirked almost saddened that he had brought up that horror able time.&nbsp; Seems it was his nature to put his foot into his mouth.&nbsp; “I will remember that for sure.&nbsp; My apologies.”&nbsp; He said cleaning up the plate mostly with his tongue, before starting on his own stack of four and making quick work of those. <br><br>“Nope just drained do you have an idea of a hydroponic system we could implement?”&nbsp; He asked thinking of anything that could conserve resources might be excellent.<br><br>He heard her talk about her abilities: <strong><em> Able to manipulate metals, control their motion, can fly but hates doing it herself makes her sick!’ </em></strong> The thoughts ran through his head as he listen, he could mentally figure out a way to bring her down.&nbsp; It was his other ability, his own tactical defense technique, he didn’t like that train of thought at all but he learned often to kill or be killed.&nbsp; He was more jovial than that so he didn’t let that cross his mind too often but it was still there. &nbsp;“Your abilities are impressive.&nbsp; I believe you would make a great addition.&nbsp; I am sure the others will be up in a bit and you can meet them, do you wish to find you a room in the mean time?” &nbsp;he asked. As he moved to clean up and wash his own dish quickly as well.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>16-03-2020, 20:55:59</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 6:20am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Kitchen</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Vedaa_Arsenal.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Antigone Ray Shanae Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>Armored in Steel and Gold, black skirt and calf-high flex-steel war boots <br><strong>DOING:</strong> Arriving<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Sunrise is still almost two hours away, 8:00 am. <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Creed, open<br><hr>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Kneeling before the sink she opens the cabinet, aghast at the waste. "The wealth, and they wash their dishes with it." She wanted a tour of the grounds, where was the well, the rain tanks, filtration systems. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The front door opens as Antigone draws her saddlebags from the motorcycle, held aloft by their buckles, a crease in her forehead as she concentrates and the door settles shut. Reaching out and accepting the saddle bags from the air as from a servant. Antigone turned to Barthaholmew, "Lead the way Master." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>16-03-2020, 22:38:32</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 6am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Front Porch - Entry</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> Clean up, scouting, fixing, observing, watching....needing some herb so he can slow down a bit.<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Sunrise is still almost two hours away, 7:52am. <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Antigone, open<br><hr><br>He follows her outside as he watches the demonstration of her power.&nbsp; He watches as she summons the metal of her saddlebags an impressive feat to say the least.&nbsp; He can’t help but smile as he realizes his own skill in defeating enemies.&nbsp; He is constantly thinking when in truth he wants only for a few moments of peace some down time to calm his consciousness, clear his brain of its constant motion.&nbsp; Yes he wasn’t just to not give a damn for a little while.<br><br>“Waste?”&nbsp; He asks from before.&nbsp; He can’t help but chuckle. <br><br><strong><em>‘Poor thing if I were your master!’ </em></strong><br><br>He thought to himself his mind a glow with the wicked pleasures he would do to a woman like that and yet to think how he could enjoy a woman he couldn’t hurt and could take all that he would give her and more.&nbsp; “Follow me.” &nbsp; If she wanted to play he would too. <br><br>He would see if anyone was up while he found her a room there was one next to his own, it was Eric’s old room since he redecorated his office to serve as his bedroom as well.&nbsp; Seems all of the instructors did so, he may not see any of them till later but he would try not to keep Antigone to himself for too long or she might think he would be one to kidnap her.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“You know where the kitchen is, the bathroom is every third door and the end of the halls.&nbsp; We do keep the toilet and shower grey water separate so it can be used except on Sunday when it is a full system flush which if you have more skill you can help with that.&nbsp; I do try to re calibrate the filters but not so good with the system itself.”&nbsp; He admits.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;He moves up a couple of floors.&nbsp; “Will this space suffice my lady, it is next to mine…right next door.&nbsp; Slightly Spartan, bed, desk, lamp, nightstand, closet any more décor is up to you.” &nbsp;He said as he licked his lips.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>17-03-2020, 01:21:01</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 6:30am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Kitchen</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Vedaa_Arsenal.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Antigone Ray Shanae Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>Armored in Steel and Gold, black skirt and calf-high flex-steel war boots <br><strong>DOING:</strong> Arriving<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Sunrise is still almost two hours away, 8:00 am. <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Creed, open<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He really hadn't noticed, she followed, but sedately, she marked the doors as indicated, grey water usage from there, good. The floors, though not worthy of eating off, were clean, the rug recently beat if not yesterday, the polish on the banister, the woodwork was dry but not&nbsp; cracking. They really had been spared much of the ravages of the outside world, or held to the past with an iron grip. She wondered, did they have that much strength that they could piss away manpower on niceties like dusting, or were they that far behind on the defenses line? She would know soon and see how she could help. She stopped for a second two steps from the door. She had decided to stay. She nodded. They could use her, she could use something this stable, especially if they were truly this stable. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"I will stay. I will see where I can help, what we can automate, and what we can improve. Aquifer, Aqueduct, Tubing, making a simple water flow system for hydroponics isn't the problem. Viable seeds, this is what has killed so many attempts outside here. Most of the seeds and plant life seem to have been sterilized. I know a place with tomatoes and pot, though they are limited on water supply, so it limits their production." <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Stepping to the door, he could smell him standing there. So close, clean. Gods, what did he smell like? The room was something out of her past. She hadn't been anywhere this nice since her power struck, since the first day of the Eclipse. She truly thought this level of life beyond her grasp for years to come. "It's nice, more than I expected."&nbsp; She turned to him, her hand slow and deliberate as it rose to grip his tee and draw him close. "You open your doors to me, tell me I'm pretty, feed me, offer me a place to stay, even tell me where you sleep." Her lips come closer, "You call me by name, Antigone, you call me warrior, Greek, love-slave, con-cu-bine, and now, my lady," she kissed him, slow, sweet, not deep, sweet lip service with a promise beneath. Stepping back, her hand on the door, "Next time, give me something to call you, aside from Master." She shut the door between them, her inside, him outside. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; She tossed the saddlebags to the bed, catching her breath against the door, before asking herself, <em>What the hell was that? Where did that come from? She was not that girl, she was awkward, and willful. Who was that girl.</em> She couldn't leave it like that, but could she face him again? Fear, that decided her, fear didn't make sense. She stepped to the bed, lifted her saddlebags, they were heavier this time, and turning left the room. the higher-ups had to accept her first, she must be vetted he said. It was nice for the second she had claimed it. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Stepping clear of the door as she shut it, she schooled her face and looked for him. "The room is not mine, yet." There was hesitation between the mine and yet. Hope, but resignation. "I must be vetted, I will wait outside, by my bike. I feel fresh air is in order." As if nothing had transpired there in the doorway, she made for the stairs. Her destination, the door, her mind wondered if the open road was really that bad. She had said she would stay. She will stay, if they would have her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>17-03-2020, 05:16:23</strong>
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				<br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 6am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Front Porch - Entry</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> Clean up, scouting, fixing, observing, watching....needing some herb so he can slow down a bit.<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Sunrise is still almost two hours away, 7:52am. <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Antigone, open<br><hr><br>&nbsp;<br>He watched her move.&nbsp; He could tell she was studying the place he remembered she said her intellect was great and would probably annoy most.&nbsp; He wasn’t annoyed, he liked that she was strong, smart determined.&nbsp; If he had a lover he would want someone that could handle him on various levels.&nbsp; He found himself feeling open to her, it was interesting that she was thinking of ways she could help but that was normal for those that found them.&nbsp; <br><br>“I would like you to stay and we could use the help.&nbsp; And where would these seeds be?”&nbsp; They had ways to improve vegetation and he was open to the changing of the landscape and his own section of the green how was perfect…but he had his own greens too.&nbsp; Something he most desperately needed somedays.&nbsp; <strong><em>‘You need to mellow yo ass out!’ </em></strong> Eric would tell him. &nbsp;“We can change the production problem.”&nbsp; He said as a matter of fact he was good at transporting water.&nbsp; Then Kaine and his weather control…they could take care of most of the issues for sure.<br><br>“Glad you like.” He smiled hoping to please her.&nbsp; What came next was not something he expected.&nbsp; She gripped his shirt and it pulled him closer.&nbsp; His hand rested on her hip.&nbsp; “Ok?!?” &nbsp;He heard her list he didn’t see a problem with it. &nbsp;“All true?!?”&nbsp; Wondering what he missed.&nbsp; “Yes, if you were mine you would be all of those to me?”&nbsp; He was clearly confused thinking he had done something wrong…till she kissed him and he found himself easily returning the kiss.&nbsp; When the kiss broke he looked at her shocked as the door slammed in front of him.&nbsp; “Yours you can call me Yours…..I mean Barry…my name is Barry!” &nbsp;He said from his side of the door.<br><br>He went to his room next door with a large smile upon his face. <strong><em> ‘I have to say it was a good day!’ </em></strong> He smirked as he left his door open but put his other headphone in as his music began to play.<br><br>&nbsp;“Hunh?&nbsp; Yeah everyone must be vetted.&nbsp; I can not accept you on my own.&nbsp; Um…ok?!?” &nbsp;He said rather confused but he realized it was probably her way.&nbsp; It was fine.&nbsp; He would close the door and reserve it for her.&nbsp; He was pretty sure unless something went wrong she would be fine.&nbsp; But he couldn’t make her get out of her comfort zone he could only help her feel and be comfortable.&nbsp; He had nothing to do so he would go out and wait with her.<br><br>&nbsp;“They should be up any moment now.” &nbsp;He said as he started to smoke himself his eyes seem to change from an electric blue to a golden brown.&nbsp; A relaxed demeanor seemed to come over him.&nbsp; “Would you like to have some.” &nbsp;He pulled and his body held it for a long time before more smoke came out.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>17-03-2020, 17:30:58</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 6:35am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Kitchen</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Vedaa_Arsenal.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Antigone Ray Shanae Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>Armored in Steel and Gold, black skirt and calf-high flex-steel war boots <br><strong>DOING:</strong> Arriving<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Sunrise is still almost two hours away, 8:00 am. <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Creed, open<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=317107.msg15318731#msg15318731">Quote from: Gannameade on 17-03-2020, 05:16:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> “Yours you can call me Yours…..I mean Barry…my name is Barry!” </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As she caught her breath, his words made her blush a bright blue, and her temple markings to shade a brilliant pink. <em>Let the burn fade, let&nbsp; the burn fade</em>, she thought to herself as she crossed to the bed and left the room, she truly hoped it was down before he saw her.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She guessed that she had not been too forward, since he followed her downstairs and outside. She kept a small distance here, moving to tend her bike, lifting it seemingly with one hand as she directed the front tire to realign. Her hand guiding this as well. It was always easier to take things apart than it was to guide them together. She had hoped her forward toying and what was that? Playful behavior? She didn't do that, who was he, he said he was hyper-kinetic but this isn't like her. Was it him? Hyper-kinetic, that meant what, Speedy Gonzales?<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=317107.msg15318731#msg15318731">Quote from: Gannameade on 17-03-2020, 05:16:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Would you like to have some.” </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Ummm, no, no thank you. Clean temple and all of that, but go ahead. She truly didn't care if he did." Then it hit her, "You met me at the door, are you on watch?" The command voice grew as she straightened, her bike continuing to stand in the air. This would be a big no-no if he was smoking that on duty. She would come down on him like a ton of bricks, her house or no, her team or no. Her cheeks flushed blue, her temple stripes held a yellow <br>light your could read by in the pre-dawn morning.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>17-03-2020, 17:46:00</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 6am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Front Porch - Entry</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> Clean up, scouting, fixing, observing, watching....needing some herb so he can slow down a bit.<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Sunrise is still almost two hours away, 7:52am. <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Antigone, open<br><hr><br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Barry was not trying to follow her but he knew he couldn’t leave her alone as well, that would be both dangerous and rude.&nbsp; To have someone new just walking free upon the compound.&nbsp; So it wasn’t that he had any problem being with her especially after that kiss.&nbsp; He wasn’t trying to encroach upon her space as well.&nbsp; But he did find the banter between them refreshing considering that there weren’t too many other women he had or could truly connect with.&nbsp; Seems the eligible women count was quickly diminishing every moment.<br><br>“OK!”&nbsp; He said sounding a bit deeper if not more relaxed at the moment his hyper verbal edge began to way seeing as she had that effect on him.&nbsp; “Aren’t we always on watch?&nbsp; I mean everyone is vigilant about the protection of others.&nbsp; I just needed something to calm some, I will burn off soonish and I will be back to my hyper…verbal annoying self.”&nbsp; He said looking her over as he sat on the step with more light hitting them now as soon others would be up and about too.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>17-03-2020, 18:39:18</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 6:35am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Out front</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Vedaa_Arsenal.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Antigone Ray Shanae Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>Armored in Steel and Gold, black skirt and calf-high flex-steel war boots <br><strong>DOING:</strong> Arriving<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Sunrise is still almost two hours away, 8:00 am. <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Creed, open<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;No posted and regulated guard? They were secure, yet they were too soft perhaps. She needed to understand these people, and probably protect them from their casual strength. She reached out, identifying the nails in the wood, the iron and metals in the superstructure. She noticed much in the shop out back, a heavy vehicle as well as a lot of metal. The area behind the building, a light square, almost devoid of metals, though what was there was regimented. "No posted watch? Pfah, wait until you are relieved of duty before you diminish your senses. I will take watch, you can cover me since I am not one of you yet." <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;No metals approaching in any amount. She could detect a motorcycle or larger craft a mile or more away, anything rifle-sized or greater within five hundred yards. Nails and&nbsp; bullets within a hundred yards, though if it is the latter, that offers her little comfort as they are often moving too fast for her to do something. She felt the need to keep a portion of her mind to watching this pattern, incoming threats often carried larger amounts of metal. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"I'm not Greek," her words come out as she steps back to working on her bike, "My last name is Ellington, if anything I am English if I have to claim something other than American. Though not sure how the English would take my mother's heritage. The U.S. wanted to contact her, my father was able to use that to prevent them from putting me in a lab. They figured if she found out about her daughter, they may see the behavior as an act of war."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She remembered the constant contact with Agent Jones. Antigone understood that was a made-up name, or at least generic enough that it would make it difficult to trace. Questions and trips to the park, museum, science museum, science labs. They often drifted past a white board, blueprint, or engine with a design flaw. Antigone would offer insight to correct the flaw, or if she wasn't familiar with the correction, point out the glaring flaw and leave them to correct it. Looking back, her senses with metals were always active, it seemed only her control of the metals came with her need for protection. Perhaps if she had been in a traffic accident she would have protected herself with her power earlier. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She would have to stop blaming her powers on the war. It was just another thing that had set her apart from everybody else. "How fast are you? Got a 25mm wrench?" She would have to adjust performance by the chemical depressant, but this would give her an idea. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>17-03-2020, 19:33:03</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 6am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Front Porch - Entry</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> Clean up, scouting, fixing, observing, watching....needing some herb so he can slow down a bit.<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Sunrise is still almost two hours away, 7:52am. <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Antigone, open<br><hr><br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; “That hardly seems fair to make you watch over a group of people to which you don’t belong too yet?&nbsp; Diminished? I am still alert but more relaxed around you.&nbsp; Not afraid to make mistakes or say something stupid that might upset you or make you disinterested in me.”&nbsp; He said with a light smile.&nbsp; It seems others like the more relaxed version of him better.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“Antigone…greek tragedy.&nbsp; But I understand.&nbsp; Ellington…like the Duke.&nbsp; I like that.&nbsp; Hmm, so your duel heritage benefited you greatly then?&nbsp; Nice.”&nbsp; He looked at her admiringly this time.&nbsp; He didn’t mind if she saw him or had some awareness of the hint of desire in his eyes.&nbsp; The kiss alone told him it wasn’t one-sided and he liked and missed her lips on his own already.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“Don’t know honestly, most people don’t really care.&nbsp; Just prefer that I do my job.” &nbsp;He shrugged thinking about the calibration equipment.&nbsp; “ I am as fast as lightning I guess…&nbsp; Nothing to compare it or me too.”&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;He was gone briefly before he standing near her with a small socket set.&nbsp; His body was seemingly crackling with small sparks that seemed to flow over his skin from the static electricity and then fade.&nbsp; “There is a 25 in the set.&nbsp; Or was that your test to determine how high I was and did the weed affect me if so how much and if I was off a step did I miss a beat.&nbsp; If someone attacked you right now would I be an asset or a liability?”&nbsp; He looked at her there was nothing left to his smoke.<br><br>He held her hand lightly, “I am interested in you Antigone…so I wouldn’t let harm come to you.&nbsp; So I wouldn’t be a liability to you in a fight.&nbsp; The weed is primarily to clear my head make me less emotional which for others around here means to make me ‘Normal’!&nbsp; My system is normally hyper so this kind of depresses me to normal.” He smiled as he looked at her finding her more than interesting.&nbsp; “How well do you fight?”&nbsp; He asked.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>17-03-2020, 20:46:44</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 6:35am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Kitchen</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Vedaa_Arsenal.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Antigone Ray Shanae Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>Armored in Steel and Gold, black skirt and calf-high flex-steel war boots <br><strong>DOING:</strong> Arriving<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Sunrise is still almost two hours away, 8:00 am. <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Creed, open<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Focus, she felt the adjustment of iron, as the set lifted from the counter in what she had figured was the shop, then it was next to her. The transition, too fast for her to follow. Good. There was a static presence in the air, she could feel the hairs on the back of her arms rise to it. It was not an uncomfortable feeling, this raised goosebumps. "Hm? Oh, yes, both. I needed the socket, and followed the set once you lifted it. It was good that you didn't waste time searching. It shows you still have reason, memory, and faculties." Ok, she didn't need the socket, but watching the area for metal movements, made it more difficult to manipulate the other metals about her, right now she was holding the bike up, the wheels in place, and she was exploring the axle assembly, the spacers were wearing thin. She placed the socket on the nut, free of the socket arm and both spun. "It's the concentration of metal. The socket is denser, more easy to manipulate, I have to focus for a while now. Reinforcement means concentration. I will let you know of any metal approaching." <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Tell me about this place, while I work. What drew you here?" She was aware of his presence, his eyes. She got little strength out of the exercise, the spacers had roughly 30 more machine hours left in them, unless she could allow a bit more iron into them, but they would hold a bit longer. She mostly used the exercise to pretend to&nbsp; ignore him, all while studying him through the bike frame. The glow of her eyes became prominent as she reached her manipulative capacities. Even as she closed her eyes to cool her thoughts, the dim glow could be seen through the lids and peeking out of the crack. Her cheeks seemed only to indicate her mood, though her markings along her temple glowed warmly as she worked, a similar glow could be&nbsp; seen between the plates of her armor below her ribs. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>17-03-2020, 21:57:34</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 6am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Front Porch - Entry</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> Clean up, scouting, fixing, observing, watching....needing some herb so he can slow down a bit.<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Sunrise is still almost two hours away, 7:52am. <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Antigone, open<br><hr><br>&nbsp; Barry was looking at her as he was in this space.&nbsp; He notices some of his energy transition to her.&nbsp; He was funny to watch her body react to his presence.&nbsp; He only smirked though only to chuckle as she said he was still in control of his faculties.&nbsp; “Just because someone smokes doesn’t mean they are completely lost.&nbsp; I smoke to help with relaxation.&nbsp; Sometimes to simply forget the past and stay in the moment, so people don’t think I am such a loser because I am totally hyper and forget a few words when I don’t just slow down and relax.&nbsp; Think before I speak versus my simple verbal regurgitation.” <br><br>He said as he watched her.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;He was truly fascinated by the display of her power.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“Rumor a place where people could be themselves and learn how to use and focus their abilities.&nbsp; I came here as it was like a beacon once I got here it just felt like home…no real parents but the Four are pretty good and they didn’t make me feel like some outcast.”&nbsp; He looked at her as she looked at him. &nbsp;“You are watching me aren’t you?&nbsp; You feel me, don’t you?&nbsp; What are you thinking about?&nbsp; What’s going through your mind?”&nbsp; He asked several questions but they were much slower than before, focused as he was listening to her.&nbsp; His studying of her was sincerely intent without even staring.&nbsp; He was there and was trying to feel her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>18-03-2020, 00:41:27</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 6:55am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Kitchen</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Vedaa_Arsenal.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Antigone Ray Shanae Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>Armored in Steel and Gold, black skirt and calf-high flex-steel war boots <br><strong>DOING:</strong> Arriving<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Sunrise is still almost two hours away, 7:52 am. <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Creed, open<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Her responses were lagged, heavily as she focused on all that she was trying to do. Scanning, levitating several objects in relative positioning, reinforcing each of the spacers, she was tempted to shave a bit of the socket, for iron in her spacers, she did collect the filings in the socket set. "I wouldn't know about the effects, I have only... observed it in others. Maybe... once I feel comfortable enough,... and once my outward research is complete... I will find the chance to experience it. I have noticed that your... nervous vibrations are down significantly. You humm less. I... can't define the frequency without... more study. Also, your questions are clearer, more enunciated or understandable by reasonable... responses." Her manipulations of the spacers as they lay in her palm, adding the steel filings to the spacer's composition, caused a flattening, then a ripple that left the surface blackened. As the ripple occurred her markings flared and she dropped the rear tire and everything else wobbled. "Too much," She wiped the carbon free, the iron had separated well, and bonded to the spacer. Seeing the work done, she mounted the rear tire, reassembled the front assembly and mounted the front wheel. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Yes, I watch you. I felt your electricity when we were close, but only after your power usage. I watch you because you made it clear what you want, then asked me how well I fight. You desire me, the contours of your jeans says so, even if you hadn't said that. Now you have seen me at weakness, or limit. Not sure how you will view or respond. We don't know each other yet."&nbsp; She stood, turned to look him directly in the eye, "I won't be forced to do anything easily, what you saw earlier was a choice, and trading favors, trading time, for the security, wealth, and comforts you have here would be worth it. At least, until you saw a bit more of what I have to trade. Intellect is so much harder to come by and trade in this day and age. Open the door with a swish of the hip, a spreading of the legs. I haven't had to use that barter chit yet, but have come to terms with the possibility. I have been called a cold bitch in the past, but reason dictates survival over comfort." <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She stepped around the bike, and as she did, it slumped at an angle, almost to the ground, "What you have shown me, the fact that you want me, but don't take me. That means that when you get me," The bike suddenly rose to a full standing position, "you will get more than just a cold set of spread legs." The kickstand whipped out with a sharp click. She was standing before him, her eyes hungry as well, her cheeks a light blue tinge in the coming dawns light. <em>To play with him like this, who was she?</em> Her thoughts stayed behind those eyes. <em>Who was he, did he do this to her? Was there something here that made people act this way? He was very forward when she arrived, and the longer she stayed, the more she acted out.</em> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>18-03-2020, 01:18:54</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 6am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Front Porch - Entry</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> Clean up, scouting, fixing, observing, watching....needing some herb so he can slow down a bit.<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Sunrise is still almost two hours away, 7:52am. <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Antigone, open<br><hr><br>&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;He smirked as he looked at her.&nbsp; He was very observant most of the time but rarely did he have someone like her observe him.&nbsp; He stayed in place as she was almost coy but not.&nbsp; It was the way she spoke to him bold but not as clear, he could give innuendo and she just put it out there like she was dropping the mic.&nbsp; “You can study me as much as you would like Antigone.” <br><br>Just the way her name rolled off of his tongue felt sexy and one day he would be able to whisper in her ear how she made him feel truly.&nbsp; Even as she moved the bike she was still watching him focused on him as if she were multitasking and he was one of her tasks.&nbsp; <strong><em>‘Yes, he would willingly be one of her tasks.’</em></strong><br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“Does that make you nervous My sweet.&nbsp; That I am so bold with my desires or has no one wanted you for no other reason just to be with you?”&nbsp; He smirked.&nbsp; <br><br>“I want to know if you are going to fight me for my desire or fight with me to give them to me.&nbsp; I ask about your fighting since that is part of who you are, I can hear it when you speak, you analytical calculations in your tone and even then there is a part of you that wants a warrior as part of your touch.&nbsp; Seeing you at your weakest or limit means you trust me to some extent to show me.&nbsp; My response…” He paused. &nbsp;“Hasn’t changed.&nbsp; I am still here…I still crave the curve of your form in my arms and the taste of your lips against my own.” &nbsp;He listened to her.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“I would trade you time for time, favor for favor, comfort for comfort.&nbsp; Does that mean I don’t want more?&nbsp; NO!&nbsp; That means I am willing to let you give it to me…give it all too me!&nbsp; I would not force you to anything, hence I wouldn’t lie to you.&nbsp; That would be my weakness.&nbsp; I have Intellect but it is much harder to tamp down.” &nbsp;He smiled. <br><br>&nbsp;“I will not call you that!&nbsp; I will wait till you warm up to me.&nbsp; But make no mistake Antigone…I want both of you…that part and the warm part that kissed me earlier of her own volition." <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;He smiled as he approached her.&nbsp; His arm wrapped around her and his hand at the small of her back. &nbsp;“When I…when you give yourself to me.”&nbsp; He lifted her chin as if to kiss her. &nbsp;“I will worship you like no other and relish within your touch…I assure you! My lady!” <br><br>He was letting his lips graze her own right now, no force simply letting her feel a touch of his desire for the moment.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>18-03-2020, 17:28:41</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 7:00am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Kitchen</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Vedaa_Arsenal.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Antigone Ray Shanae Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>Armored in Steel and Gold, black skirt and calf-high flex-steel war boots <br><strong>DOING:</strong> Arriving<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Sunrise is still almost an hour away, 7:52 am. <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Creed, open<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Antigone braced, she thought she could get close, in an hour this man had reached her. She had to be part of this place. How had this place done this to her. "Who are you? Barry I don't understand. This isn't me. This is all so fast, and confusing, and uncertain." She turned her back to him, but was unwilling to release his arm. She curled it across her waist. <em>You, err your people need me, and I need you.</em> The words sprang to her lips, but her mind locked that shit down fast. <em>Too quick girl, is this intoxication? You aren't thinking. Step away, set an appointment, get away and clear your head.</em> She looked out to the bike and all her possessions. She could feel his breath on her hair, down her neck. She couldn't outrun him on that, but he wasn't what she would be running from. Running, that decided her. <em>I don't run.</em> She grew very rigid in his arms, almost to attention. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>You are Commander Ellington, the Heartless Assailant of D.C., Vindicator, Commander Gone,</em> that last was a derogatory&nbsp; name she had earned according to the Court Martial proceedings. "I don't run." Her heels clicked together as she did come to stalwart attention, and she reached for her helmet. The loud thump as it struck the inside of the front door shocked her. Realization struck her, she had left it on the floor next to her chair when she ate pancakes that he made her. She concentrated, the door opened and the helmet exited to her arm. She released him to take it from the air, and she stepped two&nbsp; quick paces forward.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>18-03-2020, 19:47:15</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 6am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Front Porch - Entry</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> Clean up, scouting, fixing, observing, watching....needing some herb so he can slow down a bit.<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Sunrise is still almost two hours away, 7:52am. <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Antigone, open<br><hr><br>&nbsp; <br>Barry looked at her.&nbsp; His eyes met her own, he wasn’t expecting this didn’t even think about it honestly. &nbsp;“Who am I? Or who do I want to be?&nbsp; You afraid of me Antigone?&nbsp; Afraid of how I make you feel?” &nbsp;He paused not wanting to scare her.&nbsp; “I want to be yours.&nbsp; I am just me, I am not magical at all.&nbsp; If I were I would charm you out of your heart and make you mine…I would want to be yours if I could Antigone.” &nbsp;He breathed as she moved into his arms, his arm around her waist and he moved to brush his lips over her neck, he kissed his way up to her ear.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;He held her too, he knew how great she just felt in his arms.&nbsp; “You feel like you belong here…here…in my arms!” &nbsp;He said just to make sure she didn’t get it twisted, sure she could be here but what he wanted most was her right where she was.&nbsp; He wasn’t expecting her to have that effect on him and it was nervous…it would have been nervous for him if he wasn’t a little high still. <br><br>It was a pretty strong weed for anyone else, but for him, it was just right.&nbsp; He kissed her cheek, then he felt her stiffen and he knew she was still fighting, he smirked as he understood as he didn’t let anyone in either so he very much recognized the reaction.&nbsp; &nbsp;“If you run, I hope it is too me…not away.” <br><br>He admitted.&nbsp; He felt her finally move from his arms.&nbsp; He looked at the door and smirked as she was summoning her armor to be away from him.&nbsp; He moved next to her.&nbsp; He turned her to face him.&nbsp; He lightly kissed her lips. &nbsp;“One day you will trust me and you will be bare before me and not feel you need your armor to hide behind and we will be completely open with one another…one day.” He stroked her cheek and held her hand.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>19-03-2020, 00:55:33</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 7:00am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Kitchen</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Vedaa_Arsenal.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Antigone Ray Shanae Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>Armored in Steel and Gold, black skirt and calf-high flex-steel war boots <br><strong>DOING:</strong> Arriving<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Sunrise is still almost an hour away, 7:52 am. <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Creed, open<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She agreed with him, her body conformed to his hold, her heart to his touch, her soul to his breath. Kisses up her neck flushed her skin in ways she had never known. He would be her first,&nbsp; and she was happy about this. It was supposed to be with someone who cared, and she was ready to give it away. Never a thought she hadbefore, she was ready to be with a man, and one who wanted her, had such an effect on her. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Antigone reached up to see him, eye-to-eye, "This armor is not for you. I must offer a good impression when I meet those who command this commune. I mean, it seems to have worked on you. You have no idea, how important becoming a part of here has become to me. And all of the difference because of the last hour." Again she stepped back, "Now, give a girl some space, I still smell of the road. And finding you with your tongue, or more stuck inside an outsider may leave the wrong impression. You said you help with security, until vetted, I am a security risk. Aside from that, I need a clear head to make a decision about you. I am intoxicated with your presence. That is the only way I can describe it. I can't think." He could tell this last was the key, the trigger to her discomfort. She had turned down his weed, she was always fighting to get herself back under control. <br><br>"Ok, you are right, the armor is against you. Yet I have been in it the entire time we have known each other and it is worthless. I need to think."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>19-03-2020, 01:45:25</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 6am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Front Porch - Entry</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> Clean up, scouting, fixing, observing, watching....needing some herb so he can slow down a bit.<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Sunrise is still almost two hours away, 7:52am. <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Antigone, open<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Barry knew this was wrong, why did it feel so right.&nbsp; He wanted not just the body in that armor he wanted all of it and for the armor to repel others…not him.&nbsp; She didn’t move when she touched him or shy away when his tongue stroked her pulse.&nbsp; He ached for her and it wasn’t just physical but something deeper more, metaphysical in its claim of him.<br><br>When there eyes met he smiled…why cause she brought that out in him.&nbsp; She told him being with him in the last half-hour made her being accepted become very important to her. <strong><em> 'Hell, it was important to him as well.'</em></strong><br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;He chuckled as she told him to back up. <br><br>He looked at her glaring, not in anger but desire.&nbsp; “You act as if I care.&nbsp; When they tell you, you can stay…I will help you wash the road from your body my dear one.&nbsp; You smelling like the road is more than a summoning beacon than a repellent.&nbsp; And if I am stuck to you or inside of you, it will be more because that is where my Lady wants me!”&nbsp; He smiled then moved round her so he appeared in four places at once.&nbsp; “I like that you are intoxicated by me…it makes me…feel like…I am…not…. Crazy for wanting…you…so badly!&nbsp; My sweet Antigone!” &nbsp;Each of his four copies kissed her and he stood by the porch now as one being.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“So when next you kiss me you will not be in your armor then?”&nbsp; He asked. <br><br>“Call me when you are ready and I will show you the land.&nbsp; You make my heart sing Antigone!” &nbsp;And with that Barry was gone in a bolt of lightning and blast of wind.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>19-03-2020, 02:35:36</strong>
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				<br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 5:30 AM</strong></span><br><em>3rd Floor Hallway</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/90/a4/38/90a438ed5013946c9ecb18d0c4f3da80.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Striped pajama dress (pictured), black underwear<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Mischief<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> 30 minutes before Tiggy arrives<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Eric | CLOSED<br><hr>Marley knocked on the closed door of Eric's bedroom. As she waited for him to respond, she undid the top four button snaps of her pajama dress. She folded the black collar down, exposing just the top of her bare, perky breasts. <em>Too much cleavage or not enough?</em> She twisted her bare feet on the old, wooden floor of the Cathedral. She had been awake for almost an hour. Something was bothering her, but she couldn't remember what it was. <br><br><em>Maybe she had dreamed it.</em> She hoped it hadn't been <em>another</em>, probable threat to the Cathedral. There were so many of them now, sometimes it was hard to keep them all in mind. She let out of puff of air, placing her hands on the soft fabric surrounding her hips. <em>Why did she have such a hard time remembering things from her past?</em> Marley wondered if all of her physical injuries had left lasting brain damage; if her power's couldn't heal her as completely as she thought. <em>What did she remember?</em> The past five years she had spent at the Cathedral were perfectly clear.<br><br>Eric had started their hookups years ago, when it was just the four founders. Honestly, it was nice to be wanted, and Eric was just as passionate and giving in bed as he was anywhere else. She knew he wanted more; he wanted an actual relationship with her. Sometimes this disagreement caused them to break apart, for a while, but they always got back together again. <em>The sex was too hard to stop.</em> Especially during the events of the Eclipse, when the house had been very quiet and very lonely. The only problem was that Marley slept in a hammock. Though it was very comfortable, and much higher off of the old, wooden floors, it was <em>much</em> easier to have sex in a bed. Especially Eric's bed. It was <em>always</em> dark and cool in his room, regardless of the heat outside, due to his powers. <br><br>She knocked on his closed bedroom door a second time. Marley tilted her head to the side, and bit her bottom lip, trying to look <em>hot</em>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>19-03-2020, 03:41:50</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 7:10am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Out front</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Vedaa_Arsenal.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Antigone Ray Shanae Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>Armored in Steel and Gold, black skirt and calf-high flex-steel war boots <br><strong>DOING:</strong> Arriving<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Sunrise is still almost an hour away, 7:52 am. <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open, Marley<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She told him to back off, and what did he do? Declared himself drawn to her stank, and Crazy about her. Sensory overload, he moved too quickly for her to even differentiate his current position and the next, there were suddenly four. They kissed her and it was very awkward. She offered a nod at his question, she could agree to that. Then he was gone.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Her mind whirled as it became clear he wasn't there to consume her processing. <em>Can he really become four or more people?</em> She wondered if that were speed, or if later she was going to get trained, one right after the other, or all at the same time. A shiver ran through her, a shiver that she could not define, anticipation or trepidation. She wasn't sure if she could handle his obsessive behavior now that they were apart and her brain began working again. She looked to her sword, but that would be next to useless, as she would never touch him. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She stepped over to the bike, if he became a problem she needed an answer, or at least a plan. Taking the sword from her belt she hung it in the air, her helmet hung over the pommel. Seeing the socket set she lifted two out, heavy and solid. Spinning the two in circles over her palm she processed her situation. He acted like some of the frat boys from Kappa Delta Ki back what a hundred years ago? Was it really just five years ago, as a freshman being invited to the party. Fourteen years old and nineteen days on campus, he thought she just looked young. He didn't know what 'No' meant, but she hadn't led him on. It was no from the beginning. Hell, with Barry it had been 'ok, if that is the price of admission' from the start, and by the end, it was 'meet me in the showers clothes off'. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As the sockets whirred enough to blur in her sight and hum discordant to each other, she began to smile. Michael had the answer. It would take some prep, but hopefully she had enough time. Hopefully she would not need it. Hope for the best, prepare for the worst. She didn't like the idea, it would probably be lethal. She wanted him, she was feeling a bit possessive, obsessive. The sockets slowed then nestled in her palm. Not good. With deliberate care, she unbelted her scabbard and hung it on the hanging sword. After this, she stood at ease, formal military at ease, and she waited for another. Someone would eventually come out. She was ready, after all, they needed her, and she needed here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>19-03-2020, 16:52:50</strong>
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				&nbsp; <br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 5:30 AM</strong></span><br><em>3rd Floor Office / Bedroom</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> Shorts<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Comfort<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> NSFW<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Marley | Closed<br><hr> <br>&nbsp; Eric slept less and less post Eclipse in the darkness he couldn’t sleep.&nbsp; It was where he felt the most powerful.&nbsp; He was one with the night.&nbsp; He felt the house, outside by the light of the moon his eyes opened and when dawn was approaching he felt his grip slipping.&nbsp; His mind simply reminding him in all of this he was this thing! <br><br>He was the inky blackness that most people feared…hated cause in the back of their minds they feared being blinded and how the night and the dark was something they couldn’t fight, cause they didn’t know what was in it.<br><br>When the first knock came he smirked, he went to brush his teeth, he felt her there.&nbsp; His lover…even if she wouldn’t admit it and even if times he had to share her.&nbsp; They always found one another they came back to that level of comfort they had when the war started, continued, ended.&nbsp; They were in each other's arms and they truly had a bond…despite the fact that she fought it. <br><br>He stopped trying to fight it when they made love through her tears that night when it seems the very world was coming to an end.&nbsp; She not only slept with him, but she also slept in his arms.&nbsp; He held her so tightly when the end came he knew there was no place on earth he would rather be.<br><br>The door opened and he was looking at her.&nbsp; “You are knocking again Marley?&nbsp; You know that the door is always open for you.”&nbsp; He smiled his room was spotless, he kept it need as he was the night guardian not needing to sleep as much left him with more free time than he knew what to do with, but as he stood there in just a dark pair of shorts he looked at her. <br><br>She was the woman to which his heart sang.&nbsp; &nbsp;She not only came for comfort but found comfort in her.&nbsp; He licked his lips as he knew she was trying to impress him or dress for him.&nbsp; He found it amusing!&nbsp; To him, Marley could make a paper bag look like the height of fashion simply because she was in it.&nbsp; The fact that she tried made him smile more.&nbsp; “Is there something you want Mar?”&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;He pulled her inside and closed the door.&nbsp; It locked on its own, it looked like. He had enjoyed her as one, two, three of him.&nbsp; But his favorite was simply to make love to her to make her feel wanted and desire for who she was not just because she was there.&nbsp; He held her as a piece of soft music played in the background, she was back in his arms again as their lips met.&nbsp; She was his one desire.&nbsp; His hand behind her head, the other at the small of her back just caressing apex of her butt that his fingers grazed as he held her closer
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>19-03-2020, 22:57:12</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 5:30 AM</strong></span><br><em>3rd Floor Hallway &gt; Eric's Bedroom/Office</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/90/a4/38/90a438ed5013946c9ecb18d0c4f3da80.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Striped pajama dress (pictured), black underwear<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Mischief<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> 30 minutes before Tiggy arrives<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Eric | CLOSED<br><hr>"Oh good, you're awake," Marley stated bluntly as Eric opened the door, as if she hadn't intended to wake him up regardless. She ignored his comment about his door. He made it sound like they had sex in his bed all the time. Even if that were true, Marley didn't want to admit it to herself or to him. Her blue eyes scanned over his taller, muscular form. He was naked from the waist up already. <em>Great. They would get to the fun part even faster</em>. He pulled her into his room before she could answer his question, though she was quite certain the answer was obvious.<br><br>His room was supremely clean. For a second she wondered if Eric had organized it for her. Marley's eyebrow raised as she looked around. "Yeah," she answered slowly as he turned on music she didn't recognize. <em>It was 5:30 in the morning, and he was playing music.</em> But this was the kind of lover Eric was. Very affectionate, forthright, and sweet. Sometimes he could be a bit overwhelming, but he was alluring too. She might have been able to deny that if it weren't for one night a year ago, during the Eclipse. Gigi had said the odds of Earth's survival were extremely low that day, but even the air <em>felt</em> different. Something was wrong, off, ending. She had cried, way too much, in front of Eric and then they had sex. Passionate and sensual sex, for hours, unable to hold back. <em>And then she had stayed in his bed.</em> Marley had thought that when she awoke in the morning, Eric would be dead. They <em>all</em> would be dead, except for her and her miraculous powers. <em>And so she had stayed with him.</em> <br><br>But when she awoke in the morning, tangled in his arms, so did Eric. And she realized that their doomsday calculation had been off <em>and</em> she had let Eric in too deep. She swallowed. "I was hoping we could--" his lips were on hers then. Marley closed her blue eyes and returned the kiss once, twice, his music spinning in her ears. Then she broke their latched mouths, leaning back in his hand to eye him suspiciously. She felt his other hand resting on her behind, steady but slow. "You taste minty," Marley breathed, kissing him a third time. "You brushed your teeth," she concluded after another kiss, pushing their bodies towards his bed. She certainly hadn't done <em>that</em> for him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>20-03-2020, 00:32:23</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 5:30 AM</strong></span><br><em>3rd Floor Office / Bedroom</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> Shorts<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Comfort<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> NSFW<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Marley | Closed<br><hr> <br>&nbsp; He raised his eyebrow looking at her.&nbsp; The many times they slept…had sex together and she woke up with him just watching her and she wonders if he is awake? He chuckled as she stood there looking all sexy and whatnot.&nbsp; He enjoyed his bed over her hammock.&nbsp; True he could tie her up in it and had a few times, made it into his own personal sex swing to which she seemed to very much enjoy.&nbsp; But the bed was safer for her and gave them a bit more variations.&nbsp; He was looking into those baby blues and watched her look him over.&nbsp; He knew she thought he was a side of beef at times…a nice side of beef but he was still hers and that was fine by him. <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;He yanked her off the floor and into his room. He didn’t mind anyone knowing they were together but it helped to keep the illusion up at least.&nbsp; &nbsp;Having he waiting in the hallway would give Barry ideas to try to tease him about something.&nbsp; He didn’t mind the clean room he was trying to be organized hoping Marl would get the hint, let him clean up her office, or maybe convince Barry to do it for a price.&nbsp; Make him some of those fattening brownie bites he liked so much.&nbsp; He had been playing a movie since most others were sleeping but he turned on the soundtrack since he liked it.&nbsp; It just fit that she was here during it and it fit considering what he wanted to do and he had been thinking of her anyway.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;His lips were against hers and he was sucking on her stroking that bundle of nerves as the base of her spine his fingers were cool but he knew how she liked him to caress her that would heat her up. <br>He was tasting her tongue, lightly teasing as they kissed more.&nbsp; His arm wrapped around her, but she was still in charge as she moved him towards the bed as he moved to make those buttons open for him.&nbsp; “We could what?”&nbsp; He liked to hear her say it…just so he could say he would never turn her down.&nbsp; Which was true!&nbsp; He would like to think he was stronger and her other desires didn’t bother him, but she still kept coming back to him.&nbsp; She was still the one for him and he seemed to be the one for her even if neither could fully or truly commit<strong><em>…she couldn't! </em></strong> He corrected himself.<br><br>“Well yeah!&nbsp; You don’t want me eating you with bad breath?!?&nbsp; I might singe some hairs down there.”&nbsp; He teased as his back hit the bed and he held her on top of him, her body gave him warmth and more as she was on top of him and he moved to kiss her neck sucking lightly as his thumb stroked over the edge of her breast then, just grazing her dark circle.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>20-03-2020, 02:05:55</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monday, January 6th - 10:38 PM</strong></span><br><em>Medical Bay (Computer Station)</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://lezwatchtv.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/12/Alycia_Debnam_Carey-350x412.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Amber Jenson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15293218#msg15293218)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; As pictured plus black booty shorts<br><strong>DOING:</strong>&nbsp; Working Away<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> - <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Marley | OPEN<br><hr><br>Amber knew that fighting authority was rarely worth doing.&nbsp; Anyone that had ever been in a position of authority hadn't taken well to her questioning of what they wanted her to say or do or wear.&nbsp; Usually it ended with them giving her some variation of "I'm the boss, so you do what you're told and don't question it."&nbsp; And Amber did not take well to that frame of mind, but it was what she had come to expect.&nbsp; It was what she fully expected Marley would do and then she would feel more comfortable in not being willing to listen to her and continuing on her own path with the knowledge that it could potentially lead her away from the Cathedral and back into the world at large.&nbsp; A world that she, admittedly, was not equipped to survive.<br><br>So when Marley didn't immediately default into that route, she had Amber's attention.&nbsp; She would continue to eat, but she would find herself listening to what the woman was saying.&nbsp; And when she called Amber out on not trusting her, her eyes widened a bit as she realized that there was truth in that statement.&nbsp; Amber didn't trust Marley, she didn't trust anyone at this point really.&nbsp; What she did trust was herself and nothing else.&nbsp; But she had to admit that Marley had a point.&nbsp; She had reacted far too much for someone that supposedly didn't care.&nbsp; Though the notion that Marley had let her in was a bit hard for her to swallow at the moment.&nbsp; Still, she kept her mouth shut and allowed Marley to take this where she wanted to take it since it was fairly clear that she was actually willing to explain herself a bit.&nbsp; And that was new for an authority figure, so Amber found herself curious as to where this was going and how she was going to have to react.<br><br>As Marley spoke, Amber would have to grudgingly admit that there was some truth to what she was saying.&nbsp; If Amber was just another face in the crowd, then she was expendable to anyone that needed someone to expend.&nbsp; She understood that on an intellectual level, but that didn't mean that she was really able to accept it and make big changes to how she operated.&nbsp; But she still found herself struggling with the notion of other people protecting her or really her protecting anyone else.&nbsp; The truth for her was that this project was her protecting herself.&nbsp; Not just from an attack from the outside, but also in making herself invaluable to those on the inside.&nbsp; To make it so that they didn't find her expendable even if they didn't really know who she was.&nbsp; Still, as Marley continued to talk and went into how Amber was someone worth knowing, she found herself unable to look Marley in the face at that moment.&nbsp; And despite her best efforts, the uncertain girl bubbled her way to the surface and Marley was granted a glimpse of the girl underneath the sharp points and hardened shell that Amber held so dear to her.<br><br>Still, that didn't mean that she was just going to magically turn over a new leaf.&nbsp; Years and years of habit and comfort told her that she didn't need people.&nbsp; People could need her and that would be good enough for her.&nbsp; If she was valuable and the only one that she could do what she could do, then did it matter if they hated her?&nbsp; <strong>"I'm a survivor,"</strong> she finally said, her stubborn streak still strong, <strong>"And I do what I have to do to survive."</strong>&nbsp; She paused as she looked at Marley, the uncertainty clear in her face as she wrestled with things in her mind.&nbsp; <strong>"I......I don't know how to trust people,"</strong> she finally admitted, <strong>"And I don't think that people really want to trust me that much.&nbsp; Or like me."</strong>&nbsp; She remembered the disastrous meeting of Gigi and how that had been going.&nbsp; It wasn't good and it didn't help her feelings on the subject.<br><br>She looked at the partial sandwich that was still on the plate, but her appetite was gone.&nbsp; Looking up at Marley, she knew that she had to give this woman something or she wouldn't let Amber be.&nbsp; So she did some thinking and knew that maybe she had one thing that might help.&nbsp; <strong>"I'll start going to classes,"</strong> she finally said, <strong>"At least see what they're about.&nbsp; If they're interesting, maybe I'll keep going."</strong>&nbsp; She shrugged her shoulders slightly, looking at the older woman and hoping that this would be enough to pacify her for now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>20-03-2020, 02:50:10</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th - 10:00 AM</strong></span><br><em>Outside Amber's Room</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://www.interviewmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/06/img-alycia-debnam-carey-_202657928325-769x1000.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Amber Jenson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15293218#msg15293218)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; Blue jeans, grey tee-shirt, trainers<br><strong>DOING:</strong>&nbsp; Waiting for her moment to strike<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> - <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Gigi, Gia, closed<br><hr><br>Amber hadn't really planned for this situation.&nbsp; It had really just fallen into her lap and she had acted on it.&nbsp; Which meant that she hadn't been able to consider all of the variables that were in that situation.&nbsp; Like she really hadn't been able to think about what might happen if this new girl ended up moving in the way of the mixture that was intended for Gigi.&nbsp; Which, of course, was exactly what had ended up happening as Gia moved and ended up with her back covered in the mixture as Amber found herself standing there, still holding the bowl and her eyes wide.&nbsp; Whatever laughter or comment she might've had on the tip of her tongue died as she realized just how her prank had backfired and found herself in a bad spot.&nbsp; She waited for this new girl to spin around and start chewing her out and knew that Gigi wouldn't be far behind in that either.&nbsp; She had fucked up and rather than run, she prepared herself to take the verbal beating that she just knew was coming her way.<br><br>But despite this, the reaction that she got from the new girl was not at all what she expected.&nbsp; Sure, she wasn't happy, but she didn't start shouting at Amber.&nbsp; Instead, she gave her a light scolding which actually made Amber feel worse about the situation whereas shouting would've given her the fuel to become indignant and difficult.&nbsp; She found herself utterly dumbfounded in the moment as the girl, still with the goop dripping off her back, introduced herself along with saying something about talking later.&nbsp; Unsure how to react, she found herself nodding ever so slightly before she would finally manage to get a couple of words out.&nbsp; <strong>"Amber,"</strong> she said softly, <strong>"I......sure."</strong>&nbsp; She looked at the new girl, so unsure what to make of this entire situation, but she was pulled out of her stupor by Gigi's shrill voice cursing at her.&nbsp; Her eyes widened in panic as she remembered that Gigi was still there and she realized that she had to get out of dodge.<br><br>She did the only thing that she could think of.&nbsp; She took off running down the stairs and didn't look back.&nbsp; It wasn't until she had gotten a distance away and was in a quiet, unused part of the building that she would finally stop and allow herself to sink to the floor and put her head in her hands.&nbsp; That had been a disaster and there was no way around that.&nbsp; She had been trying to get Gigi and instead had gotten Gia.&nbsp; That was bad enough, but the fact that the girl hadn't been angry, but instead seemed to want to talk to her later just made it worse as she couldn't help but feel guilty.&nbsp; What could this girl really want to say to her?&nbsp; Was she just looking to tear Amber apart in a more private setting rather than in front of someone else?&nbsp; She supposed she should be grateful for that, but it also terrified her in a way.<br><br>If the girl was here, that clearly meant that she had some sort of power and Amber had no idea what it was.&nbsp; That was worrying at the moment and Amber found herself resolving not to be easily accessible.&nbsp; That wasn't too difficult, she figured.&nbsp; Most people didn't know where she liked to be or when she liked to be there.&nbsp; So asking around would be pointless.&nbsp; Amber resolved that she would simply be difficult to find for a few days.&nbsp; Gia would likely give up before long and Amber could continue about her business, though she wouldn't really admit that she hoped that that didn't come to pass......
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>20-03-2020, 11:56:44</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th - 10:00 AM</strong></span><br><em>2nd floor</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://celebcenter.net/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/51052232_371878306965160_8719575204003980535_n_icannotknow_29_3_2019_13_48_4_798.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Gia Devlin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15286077#msg15286077)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Large Pink worn sweater, worn black running shorts<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Tour of Cathedral<br><strong>NOTE:</strong><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gigi, Amber, closed<br><hr><br>At Amber's gobsmacked looked on her face, she had to hold back a giggle. "Amber, we will talk later," she reminded the fleeing young woman.&nbsp; That first meeting with Amber was following the proper path towards them becoming friends and healing the riff that has developed with Gigi.&nbsp; It wasn't going to be a quick process, Amber has pulled too many pranks on Gigi, and not even fun pranks.&nbsp; Having a talk with Amber later was the next step, made possible by her not getting mad at getting hit with the prank. <br><br>As Gigi grabbed and her hand and started pulling her down the hallway towards the bathroom, Gia smiled up the taller young woman.&nbsp; Now it was time to focus on her time with Gigi, building this friendship as she let herself be dragged over to the bathroom. &nbsp;"It is okay, Gigi.&nbsp; This is not your responsibility," she reassured her new friend as she was lead to the bathroom.&nbsp; She laid a comforting hand on Gigi's shoulder, &nbsp;"She is really scared of opening up to people."&nbsp; Gia informed Gigi right before she entered the bathroom while the brunette ran off to get her some clothing.&nbsp; <br><br>She had only a couple of minutes before Gigi got back.&nbsp; She stepped into the shower and pulled off her clothes, shaking the goo out to splatter on the shower floor.&nbsp; There was a path of goop from the hallway all the way into the bathroom that would need to be cleaned up, but she was getting most of it into the shower.&nbsp; Pulling off her panties, careful to keep them clean, she set them aside on the sink counter.&nbsp; Then she turned on the shower, spraying hot water on herself and her clothes as she quickly washed them off.&nbsp; <br><br>Looking forward to see how much time she had, she stepped out of the shower and wiped herself dry, quickly pulling on her panties. A mischievous smile crossed her lips as she turned her back to the door, only wearing her panties as she rubbed dry her hair and called out as Gigi announced herself, &nbsp;"Come on in Gigi." &nbsp;She let Gigi have a great look at her back, firm ass and toned legs and back, before lowering the towel to cover herself modestly as she turned to face the brunette with a small smile. "Thanks Gigi.&nbsp; You are very nice to lend me clothes," She reached out a hand to accept the clothing, the towel almost dropping to reveal her firm breasts, but not quite.&nbsp; She was a terrible tease when with someone she was attracted too.&nbsp; And eventually she was going to pay for it, but in a oh, so delicious way.<br><br>"These will work perfectly," she accepted the clothes from Gigi, looking up through her eyelashes as she took the clothes and turned around, as she set the towel on the sink counter, knowing that her movements will reveal the sides of her ladies to Gigi standing behind her.&nbsp; "Who is the best instructor?&nbsp; And what is the funniest class?" She asked to keep Gigi engaged and in the room as she leaned forward to pull on the denim shorts.&nbsp; They were a little loose on her and hung low on her hips, but in no danger of falling off, unless she got active.&nbsp; Straightening up, she picked up the oversized t-shirt.&nbsp; Reaching up, she pulled the oversized shirt over her head, again giving Gigi a shot of side boob.&nbsp; She was completely nonchalant about Gigi seeing her naked body, having the knowledge and comfort of knowing how Gigi reacted to her naked body.&nbsp; &nbsp;She let the shirt hang down, as it hung over one shoulder and giving a peek of her cleavage, the bottom hem hanging down to just over her knees.&nbsp; <br><br>She looked like a lost, sexy waif, but Gigi was going to love the look.&nbsp; Smiling as she looked up at Gigi, wearing the taller young woman's clothes, &nbsp;"We had better clean up the goop on the floor.&nbsp; I know Amber should, but she is too mortified to do it right now." She shrugged her shoulders dismissively as she gathered some towels. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>21-03-2020, 05:17:52</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th - 8:17:02am</strong></span><br><em>Front Door &gt; Kitchen</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://www.ebony.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/06/omari-2.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> Shirtless, Gym Shorts, Shoes<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Breakfast and teacher stuff<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Everyone present</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; &nbsp;A random thought that passed through Kaine's head was that he was slightly upset that the twins power wasn't telepathy. It would be pretty awesome, and he was sure Trys would enjoy talking to other people without opening his mouth with how quiet and withdrawn he'd become. He quickly pushed one of the millions of random notions that rattled around in his brain away, then focused back on everything happening in front of him.<br><br>&nbsp;He held up a hand when James asked about training, cutting him off to say "Come on, bro. You know you can call me Kaine. I actually prefer it. I'm only like eight years older than you two anyway. Now my <em>pops</em>? You <em>will</em> call him Mr. Brooks...or he'll drop a bus on you. I'm not kiddin', one time he dropped a bus on me because I talked back.<br><br>&nbsp;Good times," he said with a smile before taking a bite to eat of his pancakes. He had a weird family, but that was usually the case when you all had superpowers. "Lesson for today, though? Critical Situation Assessment. You get the awfully fun task of fighting <em>me</em>, and any of the faculty or students not in the class...while also trying to save a hostage. <br><br>Your job is to figure out which option can be better executed...and execute it. Either put me and my minions down, or hold us off long enough to get the hostage to safety." He smiled and gulped down some milk while he let the mission for the day sink into their heads. "Normally I'd leave a little mystery, but uh...this is one of those times where knowin' the future...don't mean you can change a damn thing about it," he said with a chuckle, slapping James playfully on the shoulder, then looking over to Gia and giving her a quick wink. He wondered if she was looking at the future that involved him throwing people at other people? Because he was looking forward to that part.<br><br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>21-03-2020, 06:45:11</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Thursdy, January 9th - 3:05am</strong></span><br><em>Garage &gt; Tree Swing</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> Tank Top, Coveralls(around his waist) Sweats, Boots<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Snowball fight...fuck it.<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Marley</span><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"Awwwww, thanks," he said as his perfectly formed aerial icy attack ball sailed through the air toward the trying to run Marley. His aim was true, though, and even as she ran, the ball turned to powder, making him wince as some of it undoubtedly got through her coat. It was funny to watch her <em>attempt</em> to haul ass through a good bit of snow, but the uncontrollable seizure-shimmy when the snow crept onto her skin made him double over in side splitting laughter.<br><br>&nbsp;She shrieked his name...not like <em>that</em>, but in a way that brought him back to the early days when life was one big party. "I...I'm sorry I just, I...hahahaha," he tried and failed to form a sentence before the laughter took hold again. That proved to be his downfall, as he didn't see the first snowball coming. He shivered horribly when the three piece combo hit him, but he <em>felt</em> it. <br><br>And aside from the sheer cold, it felt good to feel good. "Two things can be real," was his response to what she'd told him before she pelted him with the snowballs. She tried in vain to escape, but soon discovered that more than a foot of snow meant you would sink if you weren't careful. Good thing he could power through. "C'mere. I'm dumpin' snow down your shirt, and you gotta deal with it." </span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>22-03-2020, 02:04:10</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th - 9:00 PM</strong></span><br><em>Medical Bay: computer center</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://celebcenter.net/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/49307806_229771817931363_9207385324347345540_n_icannotknow_29_3_2019_13_48_11_475.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Gia Devlin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15286077#msg15286077)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> tight black tank top, worn black running shorts<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Tracking down a hiding Amber<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> mention of Gigi<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Amber, closed<br><hr><br>Stretching as she woke up from sleep, Gia sighed as she looked at the time.&nbsp; It was almost 9 pm.&nbsp; She had crashed hard after dinner and Gigi had been chivalrous and helped the exhausted busty blonde back to her room.&nbsp; Gia could have gotten to her room by herself, but she wasn't going to mess a chance to spend a bit more time with the tall, beautiful brunette. Rolling out of bed, she threw on a pink sweater and white, tight, mini-shorts.&nbsp; Now was a perfect time to have that talk with Amber now.&nbsp; Strolling out of her room, she paused in the hallway and looked both ways, thinking about which way she would go to find Amber.&nbsp; Rolling her eyes as she saw herself finding Amber with her computers, she turned toward the stairway and yawned as she walked down the stairs.&nbsp; <br><br>Turning toward the Medical Bay, she strolled into the kitchen pantry closet and smiled as she found the turkey jerky, she took several strips and placed them on a plate, got two glasses of water and found a tray to put them all on.&nbsp; If anyone had viewed Gia in the kitchen, it was like she had been in the kitchen dozens of times, instead of this being the first day in the building.&nbsp; Humming contently to herself, she proceeded through the Medical Bay and back to where all the computers are.&nbsp; &nbsp;She looked around curiously, smiling as she found Amber.&nbsp; Walking up, she placed the tray on the desk, "Hello Amber."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>22-03-2020, 03:16:31</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 8:00 AM</strong></span><br><em>Eric's Bedroom/Office &gt; Outside Front Door</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/8c/e3/69/8ce3695d630cb427d7e2a17b52c0a98d.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Eric's black t-shirt<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Avoiding Kaine and failing, miserably<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> --<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Eric, Tiggy, Kaine | OPEN<br><hr>She watched the sun rise in Eric’s windows from his bed. “The sun’s up,” Marley whispered, knowing that its light meant that Eric would feel more tired. If he wasn't already tired from their latest physical activity. She leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Get some rest, even just for an hour. You earned it.” Her own powers made it impossible to stay tired for too long, even after a few hours of sex. She rose softly from Eric’s bed. She wasn’t sure where her clothes were, so she borrowed one of his many black t-shirts. It fell to her lower thighs. She snuck around his bedroom and out the door, continuing to maneuver softly down the hallway, heading downstairs for coffee. The only person who could have heard her moving was Kaine, with his enhanced ears. Her bare feet crept further down the third floor hallway. <em>Kaine had likely heard her first orgasm, too. Probably not her second, but her definitely her third. And maybe her fourth.</em> It was still quiet in the house as she made it to the staircase, wincing as the stairs creaked under her toes. <br><br>Normally, things weren’t this… complicated. She and Eric were open, and were public about their sexual relationship. Her and Kaine also had a sexual relationship, but it was much less frequent and very secret and never occurred on school grounds. <em>Until two nights ago.</em> She made it to the lobby. Kaine was nowhere to be seen. It was bad enough he had <em>heard</em> her with Eric for the last few hours, she certainly did not want to <em>talk</em> to him about it, too. But instead of heading to the kitchen, Marley stood in front of the windows. <em>The heat felt funny again, like the air was humming somehow.</em> She opened the door and immediately leapt a few feet outside, feeling the hot desert beneath her. She raised one hand to the sun, watching her <em>skin</em>, as if something was going to happen. Nothing did.<br><br>But doing so felt… familiar. <em>Like muscle memory.</em> She eyed her hand for a few more moments, but still nothing changed. <em>This was stupid.</em> Marley exhaled again and dropped her hand to her side, Eric’s t-shirt swaying across her bare hips with her movements. She turned, and then noticed there was someone else standing outside, too. A woman. Weathered, thin, but wearing a full suit of… was that fucking armor? “Are you protecting my house?” Marley squinted at her in the sunshine. As far as Marley was aware, Amber hadn’t made robots to secure the Cathedral yet. This tall woman rather resembled one. <em>Was her armor fucking metallic? How was she not overheating?</em> Marley pressed her lips together, many different thoughts racing through her head. <br><br>Eventually she picked one, then leaned over, and pushed the front door open, wider, with the palm of her hand. It <em>creaked</em>, and revealed the front lobby of the Cathedral. “Kaine.” Her call was only slightly louder than a whisper, but it didn’t matter, Kaine would hear her. Eric and Tristyn were asleep, <em>hopefully</em>, and this new stray needed at least two votes to stay. Kaine and her could put aside their sexual tension for this woman standing outside their front door. Then Marley realized something.<br><br><em>Fuck.</em> She was still wearing Eric’s shirt, and nothing else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>22-03-2020, 06:15:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 5:30 AM</strong></span><br><em>Eric's Bedroom/Office</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/90/a4/38/90a438ed5013946c9ecb18d0c4f3da80.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Striped pajama dress (pictured), black underwear<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Mischief<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> 30 minutes before Tiggy arrives<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Eric | CLOSED<br><hr>His tongue was in her mouth, just a little, to tempt her. Every part of Eric's skin was cool, a welcomed change from the heat outside. “You kissed me first,” Marley stated, between misaligned and somewhat sloppy lip-locks. “So you know what we could do.” She leaned back into Eric's firm hand as he undid the final buttons on her pajama dress, revealing most of breasts to his touch. “In your bed,” Marley added as they toppled over onto his bed sheets, “multiple times.” It was Saturday, it wasn’t like either of them had anything pressing to do except… press into each other.<br><br>(NSFW) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=317112.msg15326303#msg15326303)
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>22-03-2020, 07:54:07</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 7:10am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Out front</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Vedaa_Arsenal.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Antigone Ray Shanae Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>Armored in Steel and Gold, black skirt and calf-high flex-steel war boots <br><strong>DOING:</strong> Arriving<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Sunrise is still almost an hour away, 7:52 am. <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open, Marley<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The desert heat washed forth across the sands ahead of the sunrise. The coolness of the desert night cleared away before it. Another scorcher, in the desert, go figure. Antigone adjusted her armor for heat transference. By design the heat would travel to the flares of the armor and not the inside, it would even carry excessive body heat away from her. Not that she would be cool, just that she wouldn't be cooked in her armor. Its dark coloration drew a lot of heat. Antigone was glad she had chosen to remove the helmet before the heat hit, or her hair would have been an absolute mess, not just a bit sweaty. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She was watching the movements of metals, in the house and out. So, when a near naked girl, well woma, bounded from the building it was a bit of a surprise, but it was adding up to what she was concerned about. Something about this place had everybody fornicating or preparing to fornicate. I guess it makes for a closer group, then again, we are post-Eclipse, should we hold people to the same standards the world held before the troubles? The girl was graceful and expectant, though it was lost the next moment as she noticed she was not alone. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Yes, as I wait," Antigone offered in response to her guarding the house. She wanted to say more, but the pixi opened the door and looked in expectantly after whispering... something, "Cane?" Antigone repeated in question? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>23-03-2020, 00:35:50</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monday, January 6th - 11:00 PM</strong></span><br><em>Kitchen</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/06/8a/78/068a784bd2176ad1eed0bd4e56afc321.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Dressy outfit as pictured<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Teaching, eating<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> --<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Amber | OPEN<br><hr>Marley inhaled into her nose as Amber admitted to not trusting others, or even knowing how to do so. But she was at the Cathedral to learn. She could <em>learn</em> how to trust. Surely, <em>someone</em> here could teach her. Most of her peers came from terrible pasts, too. The older woman pressed her lips together before speaking frankly. “And now your survival depends on interacting with others, not just coexisting from afar.” Marley looked at her, having yet to drop her bright blue gaze from the young, rigid girl across the table. “When you finish your project Amber, I expect you will teach the mechanics of it to everyone else here, and they will inform you of its worth but also of its inadequacies.” Like Marley had done earlier this evening. “The only way that will happen is if they have a working relationship with you, so it is delightful that you have decided to attend your mandatory classes." She leaned over and took the rejected other half grilled ham and cheese sandwich on Amber's plate. Though her words could have sounded playful, Marley's tone was in no way teasing Amber.<br><br>She took a rather big bite of the sandwich. Food was a valuable resource, best not to waste it. "Though, if you are lying to me," she swallowed her bite so the next few words were clearer, "I'd rather you lie about going to bed within the next hour, instead of continuing to work on your project by yourself into the early hours of the morning." She leaned back in her chair with a knowing look, quickly finishing the rest of Amber's dejected sandwich. <em>It would have been better with sour cream.</em> Marley stared quietly at her student for a moment, considering all she had said.<br><br>Amber expected people not to like her. Not surprising, as the young girl clearly didn’t think there was anything likeable about her in the first place. "You’re a scavenger." Marley said finally, running her tongue along her teeth, cleaning any remnants of food. "You’re rough, but not unlikable.” Some members in the house were harder to like than others, Marley knew. Yet, no one here was a bad person, or at least, a judgemental one. They all had <em>way</em> too much of their own baggage to judge others. "Also, your powers and your imagination are fucking cool," her lack of a professional teaching degree showed then, "don't be afraid to show them off every once and a while. That's like, the one good thing about this shit climate." The war had made superpowers acceptable, and even revered. Oh, the <em>things</em> Marley would do if she could control technology like Amber.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>23-03-2020, 20:09:42</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th - 8:40 AM</strong></span><br><em>Kitchen</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6a/13/6c/6a136c3876bb0b7116281a2a64c67163.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Pajamas, fake glasses (both pictured)<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Finishing breakfast, observing<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> --<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Twins, Eric, Gia, Kaine | OPEN<br><hr>Marley let out a small puff of air and a smirk, still standing in the doorway of the kitchen where the Durante brothers had been a moment ago. It was still strange to hear students call her ma’am or even professor, even though the Cathedral had technically been a public school for three years. <em>But at least the twins were behaving.</em> Her face twitched as Gia said the word <em>happiness</em>. <em>Is that what the Cathedral brought to other people here?</em> Marley didn’t feel happy, at least not most days. Something always felt... off. <br><br>She tilted her head as James asked Kaine about what he had scheduled for today’s morning lesson. “Don’t scare them, Kaine.” She had met Kaine’s dad. He was intimidating, but there was enough fear going around as is. “And don’t kill them either,” she added, mentality appending that, unlike <em>her</em>, the twins wouldn’t spring back to life. Her blue eyes drifted to Eric, giving him a knowing look. This was the Kaine they were slightly afraid of. Thank god he was going to be there to watch their friend's class, in case things got out of hand.<br><br>Marley breathed, leaning into the door frame of the kitchen before speaking again. “Fortunately Gia, you won’t need to participate in…” she paused, “Critical Situation Assessment today. You and I will fill out some formal paperwork in my office, just to enrol you properly in our ranks. Unless both of you disagree,” her blue eyes now flashed from Eric to Kaine. Any new members of the Cathedral required at least two of the four founders to agree to admit them. Eric already seemed on board, given his words of <em>reassurance</em>, and Kaine seemed rather fascinated to train Gia and her foresight. Normally, they wouldn't make the vote of approval in <em>front</em> of other students, but she wasn't about to ask the twins to leave the kitchen. Then Marley realized something else. “Though, if Gia knows our courses were useful, we’ve clearly already accepted her.” She wondered, just for a moment, how awkward Gia's powers were going to make things around here.<br><br>Regardless, the newest girl needed a shower, and some better clothes. Considering how close it was to the beginning of Kaine's class, Marley should probably let GiGi know she wouldn't be attending it, either. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>23-03-2020, 20:38:30</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Thursday, January 9th - 3:15 AM</strong></span><br><em>Tree Swing</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/14/be/44/14be4445184d65863579f9e31ce34df1.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Yellow raincoat (pictured), grey sweatpants, white sneakers<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Obliging a late night request<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Moderate frostbite<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Kaine | CLOSED<br><hr><em>Kaine was… laughing.</em> He was <em>laughing</em>, like the used to, before any of this <em>stupid</em> responsibility or professionalism or wars or apocalypses. Marley’s blue eyes blinked furiously at him through the snow. <em>He came back to her.</em><br><br>She was still so unbelievably mad at him for leaving her to fight the war in the first place. Marley swallowed and focused on her legs, which were still trapped in the snow. Though it was hard to focus on parts of your body that were too cold to feel anymore. “It’s not that funny,” Marley breathed, as her frigid, purple hands ran down the length of her sweatpants, in the snow, trying to pull one leg free at a time. Her brown hair was wet, coated in snowflakes. She had forgotten to put the hood of her yellow raincoat back up. <em>If two things could be real, did that mean he left her, and still cared about her?</em><br><br>“Kaine…” Marley’s voice started, watching as he approached through the freezing, compact snow like it had the same resistance as lake water. The only piece of clothing underneath her raincoat was her black bra that she had slept in. <em>If he put snow down there…</em> She tugged harder on her leg, slowly moving it, but not quick enough. <em>What the fuck was she doing?</em> She was a god damn teacher at a school for students with superpowers, tasked with training them to deal with high stress and high stakes situations. She <em>taught</em> classes on how to deal with crisis. And yet, here she was outside, in a snowstorm, in nothing but a raincoat and a pair of sweatpants, completely <em>unprepared</em> like a total <em>idiot</em>. "Don't you fucking dare," she growled, her blue eyes unable to leave Kaine.<br><br>She pulled harder on her stuck leg, desperate to not let him win, even though he already had.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>23-03-2020, 23:53:23</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th – 10:00 AM</strong></span><br><em>Second Floor Landing</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Jinx598.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Gylda Gabriela Alejandra Dias<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> As pictured with red sweatpants and sneakers (https://images.asos-media.com/products/asos-pantalon-de-jogging-avec-bande-contrastee-sur-le-cote/6935497-4?$XXL$&amp;wid=513&amp;fit=constrain)<br><strong>DOING:</strong> <br><strong>NOTE:</strong> None<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gia, Amber, Closed<br><hr>Gigi clearly did not believe Gia, but she was being to polite to correct her.&nbsp; She did however give Gia a look that clearly said. “Oh you poor child. You will learn.” It was about as nice as she could get when it came to Amber.&nbsp; That girl was just impossible.&nbsp; But why waste her time thinking about Amber when Gia was standing right there looking all cute and hot and goo-ified. <br><br>When Gigi was done ransacking her wardrobe for something that would fit Gia she bounded back down the hall pausing only to frown on the mess Amber had left on the floor.&nbsp; She was long gone and someone was going to have to clean it up.&nbsp; She sighed.&nbsp; What was the probability that someone would come along in the next couple of minutes with a mop and bucket.&nbsp; Not nearly as likely as one of the founders coming by and seeing it and that wasn’t going to end well for anyone.<br><br>She knocked lightly at the door and called out quietly to let Gia know she was back with some clothes.&nbsp; When Gia told her to come in she ducked inside quickly.&nbsp; “”Okay I think this wil fi…Ummm.” The tallish brunette quickly swung around so that her back was to Gia, but not before she saw the flash of smooth sides and soft seeming skin.&nbsp; “Sorry.&nbsp; Didn’t think you were, you know…half naked.” She added setting the clothes down on the sink counter and purposefully not looking up at the mirror.&nbsp; “Great.” She said perhaps a bit to quickly when Gia took the closes and started to dress.&nbsp; Gia might have been trying to give her a little show but Gigi was doing a pretty good job of inspecting all of the wood grain she could make out in the bathroom door.&nbsp; There was no doubt Gigi found Gia attractive, but she liked to think that she wasn’t a drooling predator.&nbsp; Nope she was totally classier than that.&nbsp; She would save the vision of Gia’s body for later tonight when she was alone.&nbsp; She totally classy.<br><br>“Oh I don’t go to classes anymore. Unless I need a refresher or Marley wants me to teach a class.”&nbsp; She wasn’t really thrilled about the later.&nbsp; It might have been more to do with the fact that it scared the shit out of her to teach a class.&nbsp; Unless it was advance statistics, which really wasn’t a go to skill in the apocalypse, she always felt woefully unprepared.<br><br>“But when I was, I think, hands down Dani was my favorite.&nbsp; Her classes are always an experience.”&nbsp; You never knew what was going to happen when Dani Danger was your instructor.&nbsp; How she got the Public Relations job Gigi had no idea.&nbsp; When Gia was ready Gigi turned around.&nbsp; The precognitiant blonde was right.&nbsp; Gigi thought she looked great in her clothes. She would have looked great in taffeta and argyle for all Gigi figured but she looked particularly good in her clothes.<br><br>“She has probably already forgotten about it,” Gigi muttered.&nbsp; “You wouldn’t happen to have some kind of ability that would making cleaning all this up easier would you?&nbsp; Gigi asked knowing the probability of it was pretty low.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>24-03-2020, 07:50:49</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th - 10:00 AM</strong></span><br><em>2nd floor</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://celebcenter.net/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/51052232_371878306965160_8719575204003980535_n_icannotknow_29_3_2019_13_48_4_798.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Gia Devlin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15286077#msg15286077)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> oversized white shirt, jean shorts<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Tour of Cathedral<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Mention of Amber<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gigi, closed<br><hr><br>Gia shrugged, "Unfortunately not, I am a precog," she said as nonchalantly washed her clothes clean of the bloody red goop.&nbsp; She appreciated that Gigi had the self control to turn around and not ogle her, even though she had been inviting the young woman to.&nbsp; Later when they started dating, she can do more teasing.&nbsp; "What is your power?"&nbsp; She already knew the answer, but wanted to hear it from Gigi in the present.&nbsp; She looked over to watch Gigi's face as the intelligent brunette did the mental calculations, "Yes, I took the prank on purpose."&nbsp; &nbsp;She smiled mischievously, "It was the best way to show Amber the unintended possibilities of pranks." &nbsp;She hung her clothes up in the bath/shower to let them drip dry until she could get them into her room and put in her dirty clothes hamper.&nbsp; Of course she had clothes that Marley gave her, but hey, this way she got to wear Gigi's clothes, the white shirt that was too big for her would make a great nightshirt. <br><br>Going to the closet, Gia pulled out a bucket on wheels, a mop and other cleaning supplies. "Looks like we are going to have to do the old fashioned way. Rather not get scolded by Marley or one of the other founders."&nbsp; She filled up the bucket with water as she looked at Gigi.&nbsp; "I will make sure to let Amber know that we cleaned up her mess for her." &nbsp;She moved out into the hallway with Gigi, cleaning up the red goop, quickly and efficiently.&nbsp; <br><br>Once they had finished cleaning up, she turned and looked up into Gigi's eyes, standing close to the taller brunette, "Shall we continue the Tour?&nbsp; Plenty more to see."&nbsp; She smiled up at Gigi, feeling very comfortable in the taller young woman's presence.&nbsp; The oversized white t-shirt was hanging down on shoulder, revealing the top of her bosom. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>25-03-2020, 22:00:42</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Thursdy, January 11th - 8am</strong></span><br><em>Garage &gt; Front Door</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> Tank Top, Gym Shorts, Socks, Slides(Flip-Flops), Du Rag<br><strong>DOING:</strong> <em>Finally</em> sleeping before waking up<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Marley, Antigone</span><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Last night had been <em>rough</em> for Kaine, if it was being put mildly... After God knows how long being unable to close his eyes and drift off into dreamland for a few solid hours, last night was the night. He'd finally gotten some yield from his weed farm(it was nearly impossible to just go get it anymore), so he rolled up a nice joint, smoked it down to a stinger, then played some soft music and just looked at the moon from his room. <br><br>Sleep, that seductive, elusive mistress had just started to caress his temples and lull him to slumber, but then he heard it. The sound of skin on skin, grunts, moans. An orgasm. <em>Her</em> orgasm. Marley and Eric didn't bother him at all. They'd gotten together when he went off to fight. If he'd stayed, who knows what would have happened, but he didn't regret going one bit. He was proud that he'd helped save the world, and kept them all safe.<br><br>&nbsp;Even Marley wouldn't be able to heal if there was no planet left for her to heal on...and if she could, then he was even happier he saved her from an eternity in the void. No, what his problem was, was that they, or rather, she was so loud. Especially after the other day. It was the first time they had been home when they had sex. It was kinda surreal because he never thought, nor expected it to happen. But it had felt nice to not be hidden, or whatever it was they usually were. <br><br>But now, hearing her moaning out loud, it kinda stung. Because she'd made all the effort in the world to bite her damn tongue and hold back any sound escaping when he was sending her over the moon for hours the other night. So while she hid from the world with him, even when they were finally not in the back seat of Betty or hiding away somewhere, she shouted to the heavens with Eric. He felt strange about that. He wasn't sure what the emotion was, but it wasn't like he could talk to anyone about it. Maybe he was a bit glad it was harder to feel things after the Eclipse, because last night, he'd suffered because of his powers.<br><br>&nbsp;While he could control things like strength and speed, his senses were more finicky. He could squint to see further, nose to the air to catch a particular scent, but how do you turn off hearing? He hadn't found an answer yet. Turning the music up in his headphones and putting a pillow over his head didn't help enough. Eventually, after the first hour and a half, he gave up. He took what he needed and headed out to the garage. He kept one of the offices there as a spare bedroom.<br><br>&nbsp;Usually, it was for when he spent overnights working on Betty or a project or something. But last night, it had been a refuge. Far enough that even with Marley moaning bloody O-Face, he could drown it out with his songs. It was a troubled sleep, but it was constant throughout the night. He was glad that before the Eclipse, he'd found a comfortable fold-out sofa bed, because it was a life saver. He was still breathing deeply when Marley's voice carried far enough for his eyes to snap open at the mention of his name. <br><br>Yawning as he rolled out of the bed, he took the sheets and folded them over the chair, then popped the couch back into place and started the walk from his annex to the main house. As he walked, he heard his name again, but a different voice this time. Not long after, he came from around the side of the house, eyeing both women standing there.<br><br>&nbsp;A quick glance at Marley in an Eric sized shirt and probably nothing else told him what he already knew, so he spent the majority of his walkup looking over the newcomer...in full medieval plate armor. He hadn't seen that before, but he could throw buses and call lightning down from a clear blue sky; not much surprised him in this world. "I'm Kaine," he said as he offered a hand. "One of the people in charge around here, just like her," the man spoke in his normal tone while nodding his head in Marley's direction without sparing her a glance or hello. "And uh, I'm sorry but <em>why</em> are you waiting on our porch? In full plate armor? Okay that's a separate question, but it's the desert and it's really fuckin' hot all the time, so kind of a weird fashion statement and I gotta admit, I'm curious."<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>25-03-2020, 23:28:07</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 8:00am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Out front</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Vedaa_Arsenal.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Antigone Ray Shanae Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>Armored in Steel and Gold, black skirt and calf-high flex-steel war boots <br><strong>DOING:</strong> Arriving<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open, Marley<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Antigone understood the heat of the desert, but it was just after dawn, the desert had a lot of heat to kick up yet. Antigone was still watching the woman at the door. She wondered if the woman understood how much of her legs were visible as the slight breeze shifted things, and she stood raised there on the porch. This man approaching, also casual, though considerably better dressed came from the garage. Great hearing, if he heard her call him. She had said the house was hers, Antigone was ready to believe she was in charge, or not. This man was casual as well, though he said he was in charge as well as her. These were the ones to impress? <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "Antigone Ray Shanae Ellington, half-human ferro-kinetic, MIT Doctoral Candidate in Engineering, Commander during the Eclipse. To answer your question, I am standing guard as I wait for the Command Corps to convene for petition. Barry advised me that I would need acceptance before taking residence in the room he offered next to his." She was rigid in her responses, offering hopefully the information that would explain a bit. "I wanted a few questions answered about this place, and owed for the pancakes Barry made me. I was uncomfortable, so I came outside for the last hour, to stand guard as trade for the pancakes and to clear my head as I awaited this discussion." <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Something was off about this place. She understood how, after the Eclipse, people- connected was the only term she had for it. Though that was to feel alive or escape the fear. She had apparently intimidated or put off those around her, no connections there. No one here took this seriously, everyone was dressed casual. No one seemed to have that defensive nature, living in threat left a mark. Where was their's, were they truly that strong, that safe? "My armoring is a sign of professional consideration, defensive preparations, and personal comfort. I wore my best for the interview, it shows I am ready to defend in the guard status I stand, and puts me in a more comfortable stance as I view those of unknown power and skill. In today's world I fear my combat experience has far outweighed my usefulness as anything else." A note of despondency hides among her words, but it is there for those who hear it.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"As to the heat, if you look closely, I designed the hardened panels in fluted sheets to draw heat away from the heart of the plates out to the edges of each piece shedding heat as a thermal blanket." A flair of interest and pride arise, as she offers insight into her armor. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>27-03-2020, 01:15:04</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 15th - 3:00 PM</strong></span><br><em>Outside in training yard</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn%3AANd9GcSSukJ0m-u5hsqNPRsbgYzogOe0boymuZUnVBYARsoJtjtWZ8_o)</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.<br><strong>DOING:</strong> crashing<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> This is open to everyone, I will give it at least a week before I respond, to give everyone who wants in time to respond. :) <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Everyone, Open<br><hr><br>Xidora hissed as sparks shot out of the consoles, as she tried to control the plummeting scout ship.&nbsp; Whatever had attacked them had damaged their wing surfaces.&nbsp; Engineer was not responding to calls.&nbsp; Communications and sensors were out, she only had basic visual sensors working and they were going much too fast for any kind of clean landing.&nbsp; The heat was building up from their uncontrolled entry into the planet's atmosphere, fortunately her body was adjusting, hopefully the others were alright too.&nbsp; She couldn't go look, she was locked into the pilot's chair, enclosed for safefly.&nbsp; If she was taken out then no one had a chance of living.&nbsp; There was no response from co-pilot either, it was up to her to land their ship as safely as possible, for any hope of them surviving.&nbsp; Alarms blared warning of decompression, but at the rate they were descending, that wouldn't be a problem and their bodies would adjust to whatever atmosphere there was.&nbsp; With her wing surfaces damaged, control of her flight path was minimum, she was air braking as much as possible to slow them down, but the wings were breaking up under the heat and pressure.&nbsp; She was heading towards a desert, with little in the way of life, at least she wasn't going to kill any natives as she crashed. <br><br><hr><br>The occupants of the Cathedral were in the middle of combat training in the yard when there was a flash of light in the air.&nbsp; As they looked up, they saw a glowing, burning ball shape falling out of the sky.&nbsp; Whatever kind of flying vehicle it was, the pilot was barely in control and the ship was definitely going to land hard.&nbsp; In less than a minute, the burning ship arrived over the Cathedral, everyone could finally hear the roar and booms of minor explosions as it slowed below the speed of sound.&nbsp; The pressurve wave pushed them toward the ground as parts fell off the shape, scattering along its flight path.&nbsp; In moments the ships flight path had taken it below the horizon, followed by a boom as it hits the ground.&nbsp; A second pressure wave follows the explosion, pushing a sandstorm in front as the pressure wave passes over the Cathedral, rattling the large mansion and all the smaller buildings around it.&nbsp; Then there was silence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>27-03-2020, 05:16:14</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Thursdy, January 9th - 3:05am</strong></span><br><em>Garage &gt; Tree Swing</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> Tank Top, Coveralls(around his waist) Sweats, Boots<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Snowball fight...fuck it.<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Marley</span><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> It seemed that Marley would never understand or truly forgive why he went to fight. And he would never ask for forgiveness, but would always be willing to explain if she ever tried to listen. He wasn't happy with how he turned out because of it, but he couldn't argue with the results. Sure the world was a lot worse off, but that was better than it not being there anymore.<br><br>&nbsp;A big asteroid field where the planet used to be was no bueno in his eyes. He continued to Terminator his way over to the stuck woman, pure mischief on his face as she told him that it wasn't all that funny. Which caused him to shake his head. "You're right. It's not funny...it's fucking <em>hilarious</em>," he said with a smile and a chuckle as one foot led the other in a straight line, leaving a thick valley of knee height snow behind him. <br><br>She said his voice like a strict parent or girlfriend who knew she didn't want any of what he was bringing, but it only spurred him on harder. Finally, as she tried in vain to free herself, he was upon her with his snowball of victory held high. Then his laughter paused when he realized Marley was turning purple, and she was definitely not dressed to be out here. He'd been so happy that he completely ignored what was going on. Even though Marley healed, she felt the pain. <br><br>She'd feel the pain of her hands going numb from all the snow, and her extremities turning all icy from being out here like it was daylight and the sun was beating down on them. With a sigh, he dropped his snowball, rubbed his hands on his clothes for a bit, then reached out and easily plucked her from the snow. Now she was in his arms, held there with as little effort as possible, but his smile still remained. <br><br>"You shoulda told me you were freezin' cold girl. I know you heal from everything but this can't be comfortable, even as fun as snow in the desert is. Come on, lemme warm you up," he said with a smile and headed toward shelter and warmth with her still held close to his chest, one hand cupping her butt and the other her back. The snowball fight was finished, but that didn't mean the fun had to be over. At least not in his mind; and hopefully, not in hers either.<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>27-03-2020, 07:31:06</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 15th, 3:00pm</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Out front</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bd/Vedaa_Arsenal_5.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Antigone Ray Shanae Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>Black draping swimsuit/Armored in Steel and Gold, full helm, black skirt and calf-high flex-steel war boots <br><strong>DOING:</strong> Observing Combat training, reacting<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A dozen thoughts raced through Tiggy's mind as she sat on the sidelines, ready for the sun-n-fun session of today. Combat. Her armor sat beside her, but she was trying to settle in, to adjust to their lifestyle. Her swimsuit, one confiscated from one of the students who never returned, draped her form, showing plenty of skin. She sat on a beach towel, her hand resting on the cast off fender panel from an old Ford out back. She was manipulating the metals inside it, pushing out the impurities, removing the rust, and strengthening the panel. At least, she thought she was strengthening it. She would test it later, it was an idea for treating the panels on the beast they kept in the garage. Kaine's baby, if she could show him a significant change, before she proposed it to his baby, she may be able to enhance its protections. As she considered this, she felt the panel grow warmer with the rising sun and the anti-oxidizing efforts of her power. The rust was melting away, slow, but steady. She had a lot of work to do. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She wondered about Barry, he was- <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A flash of light! Suddenly she could feel it, huge and spreading. Casting her eyes skyward, she bounded up, the panel stuck to her hand as she brought it up almost as a shield. She needed to protect them. Jumping onto the fender, she raised it quickly to the roof herself standing on it like a surfboard. As she stepped to the roof Antigone reached for the craft. Coming in hot and fast, she couldn't hold or slow it, changing her tactics she hoped the craft would survive. She bounced her power against an engine turbine, not trying to control it, but deflect it, she targeted the largest pieces, metal shadows.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Antigone shone with a blue glow emanating from her skin, gold from her temple and rib markings. Her eyes were open but directed none of her actions, as she directed her hands by senses that were beyond the five. Her armor hovered and&nbsp; spun about her, plating itself on as she whipped her hands about, a mad drummer striking at the trapset, if the trapset were within a blender or tornado. This she could do, her mind above her and about them. Her helmet settled into place and she never missed a beat. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Something tugged at her shoulder, a loud ping, thunderous crashing, major and minor explosions, all of this registered somewhere in her mind, but she stood bastion upon the roof, hurling her power, directing her protections. She couldn't stop the rain of little stuff, but perhaps she could focus on the bigger stuff. God, keep them safe. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Then it had passed, the quiet settled. She collected a dozen smaller items, the last of the rain of metal, they floated a dozen feet in front of her, but her eyes were cast down at those beneath, had she helped? What must happen now? Was there a second wave coming, for a moment she was lost on the fields. Her gaze fell on the bodies beneath her, soldiers and civilians, the MASH unit she was visiting due to casualties and injuries to her unit. A MASH unit that had been hit and hit hard. "Corpsman, the fires, put them out! Triage! Scouts get me perimeter sweeps! Where?"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Then movement, and she was back in the present. Her breathing was hard, she was sweating, and her shoulder hurt. She looked down to see her armor on. When did that happen? The pauldron splintered over her shoulder where it took a glancing blow from debris, blood seeped from beneath the shattered plate, she was having difficulty breathing. "Medic!" The word was reflex. Looking down, she saw where the offending metal had ricocheted into and through the roof. Was that Gia's room? She had to stay calm, with luck it was a broken collar bone, and the growing recognition of pain lent itself to that theory. At least none of her armor plate was in her lungs, she hoped nothing else had pierced her lungs. Looking around, she .noticed she was on the roof, and had no idea how to get down. "Get me down." These words were quiet, as she sat down, her pain growing. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The sandstorm was coming, she could feel the wall of metal and silicates. It wouldn't hurt them, just make everything dirty. Few understood how much of their world held metals. She could still feel the trail of the ship, debris offered itself an arrow to the crash, She thought it had come to a stop just at the edge of her range. About two miles. Were they ok? Why did she care? And she realized, she did care. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>27-03-2020, 20:24:35</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 15th, 3:00pm</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Out Front</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2018/09/davis.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Barthaholmew Alvin Creed (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15290256#msg15290256)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Jean and shirt<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Observing, perimeter sweep<br><strong>NOTE:</strong>&nbsp; <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Antigone, open<br><hr><br>&nbsp;Barry was up our and about.&nbsp; He had been looking about what to fix when he looked over to the side. <strong><em> ‘Wholly hell!’</em></strong> “Gottagogottago!”&nbsp; He seemed to disappear from view as he was on a hill looking at the ship coming into the atmosphere and now all but bearing down on him. <br><br>&nbsp;“Seems they always aiming for a brotha!”&nbsp; He teased as he took off running back in the direction that the ship came.&nbsp; It left him halfway between the ship and the crash site.&nbsp; He was looking around checking for debris as he ran to be back at the mansion.<br><br>&nbsp; “So what did I miss?”&nbsp; He asked just as he created an electrical field around him to protect him from the sandstorm blow back.&nbsp; He was completely concentrating to let the field expand to protect the house a bit more.&nbsp; He knew it would only be a bit but it would be enough to have to not clean the house as much.&nbsp; The field was nothing like what he thought it was, but now…he was looking at.&nbsp; Antigone.<br><br>“Are you ok?!?&nbsp; Do you need a medic?&nbsp; Or anything?!?” &nbsp;he said as he looked at her as he wondered if she was ok.&nbsp; He was spitting our dust still.&nbsp; “Sorry.”&nbsp; He said as he looked at her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>27-03-2020, 21:36:57</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Thursdy, January 15th - 3:00pm</strong></span><br><em>Training Yard &gt; Crash Site</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> Training &gt; Rescue Op<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Antigone, Xidora, Open</span><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> Kaine was out on the training fields, zipping between students here and there so fast he seemed to teleport from place to place. He was very hands-on with his training and he knew that the results showed from that dedication. As he was helping Kinzie, a newer student who could turn into a golem-like rock monster with immense strength and toughness, his ears caused him to look skyward before anyone else. He could hear air sizzling against something incredibly hot, and the sound of something big slicing down fast.<br><br>&nbsp;Then the sonic boom made him squint and see a big ship glowing white hot from re-entry. And to make matters worse, it was in bad enough shape that pieces were falling from it as it passed overhead. "Everybody in the garage, it's armored and reinforced!" Taking&nbsp; a deep breath, steam erupted from Kaine's body before he disappeared, reappearing to bat away or catch the falling debris. Antigone did something with her tech powers and sort of manipulated things on their way down, so she was a big help. He didn't see when she ended up on the roof, but she was doing a damn good job so he didn't stop her.<br><br>&nbsp;After all the pieces fell, he looked up and saw their technomancer on the roof still, so he quickly sped up, cradled her in his arms, then ran her down to a couch on the porch. "Good job, Ser Knight," he joked since she had all that armor of hers. "We'll get someone to patch you up soon." Before she could respond, they heard the boom of the ship crashing down, and looking in that direction made Kaine shake his head.<br><br>&nbsp;"Oh come the fuck on!" The large vessel impacting into the sands on such a hot and windy day kicked up a duststorm that was spread out from the point of impact, with enough inertia to make it to the Cathedral itself. Not on his watch! He left Antigone where she was, sprinting out away from the house toward the incoming sandstorm. <br><br>As he ran, he gathered everything he had and commanded the wind to roar out in front of him, making an invisible wall that the sand hit and got absorbed into. It was a maelstrom for a few moments, but it died down soon, leaving him covered in sand but the house and property untouched. And now, he still had to go check on the ship itself, and see if anyone was inside. And if they were, if they were friendly or hostile. He didn't hesitate to turn on the speed, and in only a few seconds, was at the ship, while a huge plume of dust showed the exact trail he'd taken to speed over the dunes. <br><br>He surveyed the damage for a bit, then looked around until he found what looked like a hatch. He didn't have time to knock, so he jammed his fingers into the seam and pulled, making the metal groan in frustration at being manipulated like that. "Hellooo!? Anybody alive in here?!" His eyes quickly adjusted once inside the ship, and he began walking through the interior, trying to find anyone still breathing.<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>30-03-2020, 04:57:16</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 8:05 AM</strong></span><br><em>Outside Front Door</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/8c/e3/69/8ce3695d630cb427d7e2a17b52c0a98d.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Eric's black t-shirt<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Avoiding Kaine and failing, miserably<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> --<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Tiggy, Kaine | OPEN<br><hr><em>Wait for what?</em> Marley wondered, before noticing Kaine’s figure approaching from the garage. So it was that bad that he had left the house and slept somewhere else. The way he talked around her spoke volumes. <em>She’d hurt him.</em> She had hurt him by asking him to keep their pleasure a secret, while being oh so <em>very</em> loud and open with Eric. <br><br>Maybe she hadn’t meant to, at least not at first. But after her initial orgasm, she certainly <em>could</em> have tried to be quieter with Eric, and show Kaine the same respect she gave to her other lover. <em>But now wasn’t the time to fix things.</em> Not while the robotic woman stood between them. Kaine’s questions were adept, and similar to her own. Though <em>he</em> seemed less surprised by the woman’s presence. Likely due to his participation in the war.<br><br><em>The Command Corps?</em> Is that what Barry referred to the founders as behind their backs, or was that just… <em>Antigone’s</em> interpretation of them? She rather spoke like a robot, too. “Why were you uncomfortable?” Marley asked her immediately, concerned, then realized that her being in nothing but Eric’s t-shirt probably wasn’t <em>helping</em> Antigone’s comfort levels. She wrapped her bare arms around her waist, her black, clean tattoo in full view as she held his t-shirt as low on her hips as possible. “I’m Marley, by the way,” as if she just remembered to introduce herself. The youthful woman shifted in the desert sand, “and your armor sounds… high tech.” So high tech she didn’t really understand what Antigone was explaining. Or where she had come from in the first place. <em>Did she say she was half-human?</em> She wondered what the other half was. “I’ll…” Marley began, but stopped then herself from moving closer, “refrain from inspecting your armor myself, for now, until I’m better dressed.” Marley blinked, cleared her throat, and tried her best not to look directly at Kaine. <em>Fuck</em>.<br><br>She tried to shift the conversation to something other than sex. “Since you are interested in joining the Cathedral, Antigone, we have some questions for you too.” She did glance at Kaine then, before dropping her bright blue eyes to Antigone’s face. <em>The hot desert air still felt funny.</em> Neither Antigone or Kaine seemed to notice, which bothered her slightly. “But, you may ask your questions of us first.” Marley wondered if she was just dehydrated.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>30-03-2020, 06:17:42</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Thursday, January 9th - 3:20 AM</strong></span><br><em>Tree Swing &gt; Outside Front Door</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/14/be/44/14be4445184d65863579f9e31ce34df1.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Yellow raincoat (pictured), grey sweatpants, white sneakers<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Obliging a late night request<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Moderate frostbite<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Kaine | CLOSED<br><hr>“I…” Marley wasn’t sure what to say next, or how to keep defending herself. It was kind of incredible watching the six foot six muscular man just stride through inch after inch of solid, compact snow. Sometimes, she forgot how <em>powerful</em> her family was. But then those same muscles raised a fairly large sized snowball in front of her and Marley froze. <em>It would hurt.</em> If he stuffed that down her raincoat, against her bare skin, it would hurt.<br><br>Suddenly, instead of being hurt, she was being picked up. Kaine wasn’t warm, as the cold weather was starting to affect him too, <em>thankfully</em>, but he was certainly better than a snowbank. “I can handle it,” Marley protested, but the delicate bones in her ears ached from the cold. “I’ll be fine,” she continued as he carried her back to the front door of their house. Her purple hands fell limply at her sides, brushing against his hips. Part of her was glad it she was so cold, and that the frostbite had set in, just so he couldn’t feel her heart stammering underneath her yellow raincoat. It had been... awhile, since she had been in Kaine's embrace.<br><br>“I always am,” Marley appended, continuing to refer to her own powers. Even if she died because of hypothermia in a snowstorm, she would come back. “Kaine…” she tried again, saying his name as a light growl this time. Her blue eyes gazed down into his face fiercely. It had thrown her off when he was playful. But now… was their play over again? “This is a truce,” she winced as she opened both of her purple hands and placed them on either sides of his smiling cheeks, to make sure he understood that he had not claimed victory in their snowball fight. “It is a temporary truce.” This time, she could see her breath in the frigid night air as she spoke. “We’re only stopping the snowball fight because we both feel…” she paused, and dropped her icy hands from his cheeks as she involuntarily shivered against him, wrapped in his big arms. <br><br><em>What did they feel? Was it the same thing?</em> Because he had not told her what <em>he</em> had felt when he left, or asked what <em>she</em> had felt when he decided to fight a war that <em>he</em> could have easily died in. “Kaine…” Marley said his name once more, this time softer, her blue eyes still intensely on his hazel ones. “You... You made it snow for me.” He had to realize <em>that</em>, at least.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>30-03-2020, 10:09:42</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 8:00am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Out front</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Vedaa_Arsenal.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Antigone Ray Shanae Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>Armored in Steel and Gold, black skirt and calf-high flex-steel war boots <br><strong>DOING:</strong> Arriving<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open, Marley, Kaine<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She allowed the blonde on the steps to gather herself, as Antigone directed her attentions to Kaine and responding to him. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=317107.msg15339577#msg15339577">Quote from: Wired Rabbit on 30-03-2020, 04:57:16</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> “Why were you uncomfortable?” <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "Is there something here that builds hormone production, pheremone, wild power, hallucinogen?" She was herself with these people. She could communicate, she could think, the sun was getting hot. "I was... overcome with desire, I acted out of the norm, and all after Barry invited me in and offered me pancakes. Though getting out here and I am clear. Does Barry promote sexual need by his power or something, is it in the house, or what?"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She adjusted her stance about the free floating sword adorned with her helmet, the need to explain a bit more definitely making her uncomfortable. "I have been called cold, aloof, bitch, but never alluring, tempting, even brazen. Yet, within your walls or in the presence of Barry, I find myself acting in just these behaviors. Possibly effectively by his response, though I know for the first time in my life attempted. I am too accomplished for such behavior. The possibility of an outside agent is supported by your level of undress. Can the people inside resist the urge, the power that is encouraging procreation? This is what makes me uncomfortable, and why I stand out here where my head is clear." As she discusses Barry and her behaviors, a blue blush that glows just a bit rises upon her cheek. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Her attention is brought to her armoring, "A gift from my mother, yes it is alloyed differently than we do here on earth, but the structure is something I do with my abilities. I can manipulate the metals much as a telekinetic can manipulate any object. Additionally, I can shift the properties of metals, though the more dramatic changes, altering an alloy, oxidizing or removing such weakness, hardening or weakening a metal, these actions take contact." Again the bike separated into three pieces, levitated, each spinning to show no strings on me, the chassis offering the empty barrel to show no engine at all, before taking a bit longer to reassemble and settle where it had arose. All of this done behind her, her temple markings flaring golden, her eyes shining just the lightest blue. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As Antigone was informed of their natural questions for admittance, she wondered if it was anything like admittance for her doctoral candidacy. She calculated that she could offer adequate answers. "My concerns have been asked as I explained. I am concerned for mental faculty, manipulation, or" a new thought and one worth exploring,&nbsp; "if I triggered some defense." The thought of a fuck defense, was amusing, but if it were there, she could attest to its effectiveness. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>01-04-2020, 15:53:01</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Thursdy, January 9th - 3:05am</strong></span><br><em>Garage &gt; Tree Swing</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> Tank Top, Coveralls(around his waist) Sweats, Boots<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Snowball fight...fuck it.<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Marley</span><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> "Yeah, yeah. I know you can handle it. But I also know that you <em>feel</em> pain before you heal. There's a reason I like that it's hard to hurt me...nobody likes pain. Well some people do, but they're sexual deviants who need a healthcare professional," he joked with a soft smile before he reached her. He was starting to shiver a bit, as he definitely wasn't dressed for the cold. But he had a little while left before the effects really started to set.<br><br>&nbsp;But they'd be back inside and warm by then so it wasn't a concern that was weighing heavily on his mind. "You <em>will</em> be fine, but you're not right now. So hush it and let me pamper you." When her nearly frozen hands brushed against his hips, a tingle sparked through his whole body. And not only because of the cold. His mind went to the same place hers did for a brief moment. They hadn't been this close, physically or emotionally in some time. <br><br>When she said his name...<em>how</em> she said his name, almost made him root to the spot. He loved it when she growled out his name, and it made him stare deep into her blues with his own hazel eyes. Even when he felt the cold of her purple hands on his face, he barely responded, as he continued to stare into her. "Yes. A truce. Ceasefire...armistice." Her hands fell away, but the intense staring match between them showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. <br><br>"We both feel...<em>good</em>," was all his muddled brain could manage. Slowly, he nodded his head when she mentioned the obvious, that he'd made it snow for her. "I did. You like snow. And I haven't done anything nice for a while and...and I." He couldn't help it, and nor did he care to. With her still in his arms, he leaned down and planted his lips against hers. <br><br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>01-04-2020, 16:26:56</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Thursdy, January 11th - 8am</strong></span><br><em>Garage &gt; Front Door</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> Tank Top, Gym Shorts, Socks, Slides(Flip-Flops), Du Rag<br><strong>DOING:</strong> <em>Finally</em> sleeping before waking up<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Marley, Antigone</span><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> He hadn't mean to ice Marley out, but he was only human...well half, but still, after last night it wasn't even something intentional. His body and brain did it to help him be around her for the time being. A good thing to do was stay focused on their new arrival, who apparently had heritage from elsewhere, just like he did. Interesting. His dad never did tell him just how many races were out there among the stars. She spoke at length and with pride about her armor after he'd asked, getting an impressed nod as he looked over the pieces that were clearly custom made by her magnetic abilities, and not just something she picked up at an abandoned Renfaire. <br><br>He threw out a small salute after she introduced herself fully. "Good to meet another Commander. Unexpected, but a nice surprise." It was funny how you could pick out good times during a fucking war. "Wait...Command Corps? Oh, nevermind. Barry's involved, say no more." He did a quick mental layout of the Cathedral in his head, and took count of multiple empty rooms that weren't right next to Barry's. "Damn...that guy <em>is</em> fast", he said more to himself than either of the women there with him.<br><br>&nbsp;He was still doing his best to not look at what was absolutely Marley's naked body under a shirt as she tried to make it seem like she wasn't still flustered from an all-night session. His mood was almost immediately brightened up when Antigone tried her best to answer the reason why she was uncomfortable. The reason was a lot of questions, which all revolved around the same topic and culminated in the same thing. He snickered a little bit, then gathered himself and held back a grin.<br><br>&nbsp;"To our knowledge, we don't have any items, weapons, devices, or students with the ability to alter hormones, pheromones, or anything like that. Seems to me like you've had so much structure and purpose your whole life, you're just not used to someone coming at you straightforward and telling you how much they're attracted to you. Barry's powers are electricity-based, but he can't alter brainwaves or anything. Looks like you just fell under the kid's spell. Hahahah." <br><br>The blush spreading and glowing about her cheeks when she mentioned Barry was plenty of evidence. "As for the rest of us, this is a training facility, but it's also our <em>home</em>. We can be relaxed here. And we've got enough perimeter defenses and ways of sensing trouble that combined with how far away we are from everything, leaves us feeling pretty safe. Also yes, people here can and do resist the urge to procreate...most of the time," he tacked on without looking over at Marley. "But not always. We are just human after all," he said with a shrug.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"Your armor is indeed very impressive, and even more so assuming you just willed it together with your powers after your mom gave you hunks of ancestral metal. I think you and your powers would definitely be a welcome addition." She did several small demonstrations with her gear, drawing an impressed nod from him and he assumed Marley as well. <br><br>Finally, she reiterated that she was concerned about whatever was going on with her. "I promise we've got nothing of the sort. You just like Barry, and Barry likes you. So explore that, enjoy having the attention of someone who's head over heels for you at first sight. Just...be careful and take some time to get used to him. He's a good kid, but he literally thinks so fast his mouth can't keep up with his brain sometimes," he said with a light-hearted laugh.<br><br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isengrad</strong> on <strong>02-04-2020, 01:34:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th - 8:50am</strong></span><br><em>Kitchen</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aWcRsEO.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> James &amp; Sergio Durante (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15289782#msg15289782)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>jeans and a T-shirt the both of them(James plain, Sergio Pink Floyd)<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Finishing up breakfast<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> making exit from timeline<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> kitchen peeps<br><hr><br>James nodded as Kaine answered his question, he shot a glance to Sergio and was not surprised to see that they both met eachothers eyes instantly, they did tend to work well togther and had a strong connection to one another. <strong>"Right Kaine, I'll try to remember..."</strong> He said, it was kinda hard for him, so many years of it being ingrained in him that teachers and elders were talked to and treated with respect until they did something to lose it. it still was not the first time he had been reminded to call him Kaine.<br><br><strong>"Well, guess we need to finish up quick."<strong></strong></strong> said Sergio, tucking into his breakfast. James followed suit and before long the both of them were standing up to quickly wash their plates quickly. James washing while Sergio grabbed the washcloth to dry it real quick and place it away.<br><br><strong>"And don't worry Marley, if we were that easy to kill, we would have never had made it here."</strong> Said the (slightly) older of the twins, letting a little bravado and pride come through. Perhaps teenagers with superpowers that made them physically tougher did lend well to a humble nature. James nodded his good bye as the twins filled out of the kitchen.<br><br><strong>"See ya on the Field teach"</strong> Said Sergio as they left.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>02-04-2020, 01:45:06</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 15th - 3:00 PM</strong></span><br><em>Outside in training yard</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.<br><strong>DOING:</strong> crashing<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> This is open to everyone, I will give it at least a week before I respond, to give everyone who wants in time to respond. :) <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Everyone, Open<br><hr><br>Xidora slowly came to, green blood leaking out of the tear in her scalp, sliding down her face and blocking vision out of one of her eyes.&nbsp; Groaning, her entire body feeling like someone had taken a hammer and tenderized every inch of her body.&nbsp; Everything was blurry, her thoughts slow and unfocused as she flopped one of her hands against her chest, trying to release the crash restraints.&nbsp; It took several tries before she hit the release button.&nbsp; She flinched as a spark went off close to her face, as she tried to get up.&nbsp; Rolling away from the sparking something, she rolled out the piloting chair and promptly crashed to the floor.&nbsp; Her sense of balance completely off, her muscles abused and refusing to support her weight. <br><br><strong>"AArrgghhh...kkeackkk!!"</strong> she cursed as pain exploded all over her body.&nbsp; Her entire body screaming in pain as she slowly crawled, inch by inch to the door, she panted as she leaned against it, trying to suppress the pain.&nbsp; Repeating to herself, over and over like a mantra in her native tongue, something she is obviously using to motivate herself to keep moving.&nbsp; <strong>"hiss.... kkeackkk!!"</strong>&nbsp; She cursed in pain as she forced her hand to reach over her head, slapping at the control panel, trying to get the door open.&nbsp; Cursing, as the door to the pilot chamber didn't open, praying there was still power flowing to the door.<br><br>Anyone searching through the ship will hear a weak slapping against metal.&nbsp; The air is very thick and hard to breath, there was hissing of unknown gasses, electrical panels giving off weak sparks, the smell of something burning suffuses the area.&nbsp; &nbsp;There was smoke slowly coming from different compartments, indicating that things were on fire and getting worse.&nbsp; Several bodies of green skinned women would be encountered the deeper anyone searched, some of the women having been cut in half by flying debris, bodies bent in half the wrong way indicating that spines had been shattered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>03-04-2020, 00:10:10</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> None<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Marley, CLOSED<br><hr>Tia flashed a smile. Marley was clearly enjoying her time in the sun and Tia couldn’t blame her.&nbsp; Had she had nothing better to do she would have found the bathing suit she had scrounged up in an old store somewhere and joined her in her sun worship.&nbsp; Maybe even fed a little on its gorgeous rays.&nbsp; That was certainly an advantage she had come to enjoy an rely on. It wasn’t at all like the feeling you got when you eat other kinds of food.&nbsp; It was more a sense of gradual fulness and contentment.&nbsp; It was a whole-body feast with none of the calories.&nbsp; Tia found that sustaining herself that way did not diminish her enjoyment of food and she much preferred a balance of food and sun for her meals.<br><br>She waved off Marly’s concern about the work as she sat on a piece of lawn furniture and laid down letting the sun caress her bronzed skin.&nbsp; If she would have been back on the farm she would have stripped down to nothing and loved every inch of the heat on her body.&nbsp; Kesi would see her and make some kind of snarky comment but Tia knew she loved it almost as much as she did.&nbsp; It was something that she missed.&nbsp; The farm, the moments shared between them.&nbsp; Kesi.&nbsp; She missed Kesi in a way that us undefinable.&nbsp; It was an ache so deep it would never truly go away.<br><br>“Believe it or not I have done more with less,” Tia said as she reclined and rested her head in her hands that she had tucked behind her.&nbsp; “It’s just going to take a little time.”&nbsp; She rolled her head to her side to look at Marley.&nbsp; She was an interesting woman.&nbsp; There was an aura of detachment from her.&nbsp; Perhaps that wasn’t the right word for it, but it seemed good enough in the interactions Tia had observed.&nbsp; She was obviously smart and calculating, but it wasn’t that.&nbsp; Perhaps it had to do with her ability.&nbsp; As far as Tia knew Marley was basically immortal and could heal from the worst wounds imaginable.&nbsp; From the stories she had died multiple times.&nbsp; That had to have a distancing effect on someone Tia imagined. A sense of otherness.&nbsp; Maybe they all suffered from that a little.&nbsp; Having powers separated them from most other people that were just trying to survive without tricks or abilities.&nbsp; That was frankly too deep for Tia to care about right now.&nbsp; She preferred to wax poetic over a glass of wine or when sitting under the beauty of an evening sky.&nbsp; <br><br>“You don’t get a lot of time to relax do you?” Tia asked.&nbsp; It must be a lot to try to wrangle this group.&nbsp; Herding cats her wife used to say.&nbsp; It was an apt comparison she thought.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>03-04-2020, 01:27:53</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th – 10:00 AM</strong></span><br><em>Second Floor Landing</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Jinx598.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Gylda Gabriela Alejandra Dias<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> As pictured with red sweatpants and sneakers (https://images.asos-media.com/products/asos-pantalon-de-jogging-avec-bande-contrastee-sur-le-cote/6935497-4?$XXL$&amp;wid=513&amp;fit=constrain)<br><strong>DOING:</strong> <br><strong>NOTE:</strong> None<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gia, Closed<br><hr>“Precognition huh?&nbsp; Interesting.” Gigi mulled it over.&nbsp; “But unhelpful at the moment.” She added with a sigh as she gathered some towels from a hallway closet near the bathroom.&nbsp; “So why didn’t you?....Oh.” Gigi made the connection in mid-sentence.&nbsp; Gia had seen Amber’s attack and had jumped in the way.&nbsp; She could have easily jumped back and let Gigi take the brunt of the sticky goo.&nbsp; <br><br>“You did that for me?” She asked as they walked back towards the mess.&nbsp; Gia didn’t know her from Eve and yet her instinct was to protect her.&nbsp; Or maybe Gia did know her?&nbsp; She wasn’t sure how the whole precog thing worked.&nbsp; Okay she had some idea because she was often mistaken for having the same ability, but Gigi was all about the numbers and she had been so distracted that she hadn’t even noticed the clues that might have led her to notice Amber waiting for them.&nbsp; So it was quite obvious that Gigi was no precog.&nbsp; Her eyes however were soft when she spoke and she felt embarrassed that this stranger, or at least stranger to her, had taken the hit for her.&nbsp; She wanted to ask Gia more questions but the beautiful blonde had already asked her about her own abilities.<br><br>“Um, I see probabilities.” Her face screwed into a cute little scrunchy mouth.&nbsp; It was always really hard to explain.&nbsp; “So I can tell the likelihood of events happening around me and I can push them in a direction if I need too.&nbsp; It’s kinda weird.” She admitted as she got down onto her knees and started to wipe up the goop spilled on the hard wood floor. When Gia mentioned Amber again Gigi rolled her eyes.<br>&nbsp; <br>“Yeah good luck with that.&nbsp; She is impossible.” Amber was stubborn and argumentative and really bad at pranks.&nbsp; Gigi might be a little biased about the last part being a bit of a prankster herself.&nbsp; She also realized somewhat guiltily that she could be biasing Gigi away from Amber with her attitude.&nbsp; Just because she and Amber didn’t get along didn’t mean that she should poison anyone else against her.&nbsp; Amber would do a fine job of that herself, she figured.&nbsp; “Sorry.&nbsp; I shouldn’t be such a bitch. Maybe she will like you.&nbsp; I mean I know I already do.” She added with a flash of a smile.&nbsp; “My Knight in pink cotton armor, saving me from the goo.&nbsp; What isn’t too like?”<br><br>When they were done Gigi was all to happy to continue their previously interrupted tour.&nbsp; She led Gigi down the stairs and continued to chat with her about her power and shared more of her own.&nbsp; Sure it occurred to her that Gia might have already had the conversation in some future, but it was all new to Gigi and the possibility that Gia was going to kiss her was climbing every moment they were together.<br><br>&lt;End Scene for Gigi&gt;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>03-04-2020, 07:31:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th - 10:00 AM</strong></span><br><em>2nd floor</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://celebcenter.net/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/51052232_371878306965160_8719575204003980535_n_icannotknow_29_3_2019_13_48_4_798.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Gia Devlin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15286077#msg15286077)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Large Pink worn sweater, worn black running shorts<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Tour of Cathedral<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> mention Amber<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gigi, closed<br><hr><br>Gia gave Gig a small smile as her new/old friend realized she had intentionally jumped in the way of the attack, protecting the taller brunette. She helped the brunette to clean up the splattering of goop on the floor.&nbsp; As they were cleaning, Gia listened to Gigi, letting the other talk as much as she wanted and providing enough response to encourage the young woman to keep talking.&nbsp; &nbsp;Their powers were similar with a similar effect on their lives,&nbsp; &nbsp;"It is very hard to be surprised by anything anymore, I am sure you understand that." &nbsp;The busty blonde shared with Gigi as they finished cleaning the floor.&nbsp; It was nice talking to someone who would have an inkling of what it was like to live with foreknowledge of future events.&nbsp; She shared more of how her power worked with Gigi.&nbsp; <br><br>"You will do the same for me in the future," she smiled up at Gigi as she shared that tibpit as they continued the tour of the Mansion, sharing experiences with each other.&nbsp; When the subject of Amber comes up again, the busty blonde shrugged, "I have an advantage," she winked conspiratorially with Gigi.&nbsp; "Even though I can't cause a direct change like you can on probabilities, I can adjust my actions to steer things in the best way."&nbsp; <br><br>Gia preens in a humorous way as Gigi compliments and says that she liked the busty blonde. &nbsp;"Of course you do, I am sexy and awesome," she preens in a self-deprecating manner as she holds on to Gigi's arm, letting the taller young woman lead her around. "The feeling is mutual," she smiled softly as she looked up into Gigi's eyes through her eyelashes.&nbsp; &nbsp;Looking into the future, she can see that progress was going in the best direction, more and more paths were leading to them being together. <br><br>&lt;&lt;End Scene for Gia&gt;&gt;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>03-04-2020, 18:47:08</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Thursdy, January 15th - 3:00pm</strong></span><br><em>Training Yard &gt; Crash Site</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> Training &gt; Rescue Op<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Antigone, Xidora, Open</span><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> The inside of the ship was like a scene out of a sci-fi horror flick. Sparks hissed and popped everywhere, while acrid smoke rose up from damaged and broken machinery and circuits. Electrical fires were starting to break out, and whatever hadn't been bolted down was strewn about the corridor and first rooms he passed like debris after a storm. "Hello?! Hell-ach!" The thick smoke was beginning to seep into his lungs, causing him to heave and lean over to spit out a big glob that had gotten stuck in his throat. <br><br>"I'm gonna die from inhalation before I help anyone at this rate. Hmmm. Okay, let's try that." He backed up to the entryway again, and took a very deep breath. When he blew it out, the compressed wind blasted forward like a cannon, dispersing all the smoke and pushing bits and bobs aside. For the moment at least, he could see, and he could breathe. That meant he could work. He couldn't rush this job, as he didn't want to miss anybody. So he went from room to room, pacing himself, but working with expediency. When he found his first victim, he noticed her green skin and white hair.<br><br>&nbsp;He thought he saw her breathing, but it was sadly only death spasms. Her corpse was twitching witha large piece of jagged metal sticking out of her side. "Rest in peace, sister." Each room he searched, every corridor he went down, it was just more of the same. Wreckage, carnage, and corpses. He gave each body he found a quick little prayer in his head, but never stopped moving. He couldn't help the dead, and the possibility that <em>someone</em> had survived spurred him on.<br><br>&nbsp;He finally stopped when he found the top half of a woman, and a malfunctioning door kept slamming up and down on where her waist had been, while he could see glimpses of her legs everytime it rose and a pool of green blood slowly trickling out. He sucked his teeth against his lips and tried to maintain his focus. Flashbacks of the Eclipse were starting to assault him, and he saw injuries just as horrible as this, and worse. Good friends dead just like this. He stood still for nearly two whole minutes, lost in his own memories before the soft, constant, rhythmic tap of something against metal caught his attention. <br><br>There was too much of a pattern for it to be a piece of something banging against something else, so the only thing he could think of was a survivor. "Hello? Hello!?! HEY!! KEEP BANGIN'!! I'LL FIND YOU!!! DON'T WORRY!!" He doubted whoever was left spoke English, or if they had a translator, it was probably busted. But almost everyone responded to *sound*, no matter what it was. So if they heard something loud and getting closer, he hoped they would respond. <br><br>The noise lead him to what he assumed was the cockpit, as the ship didn't seem to be setup too differently from what humans had. When he finally got to the door, the banging was clearly coming from just on the other side. "Hey. You okay in there? Don't worry, I'ma get you out, and get you some help. I promise." He pressed the button on the wall, and wasn't surprised when the door didn't move an inch. "Fuck. Of course it's not easy," he grumbled. <br><br>"Fuck it." He didn't have any more time to waste, so he reached down and pulled his arm back, then jabbed his outstretched fingers under the blast door, bending the metal where they pushed under. Once his thumb touched metal, he curled his fingers on the other side to get a good grip, then stood up, pushing the door up with him, and then he just kept pushing until it groaned into it's slot above the doorway.<br><br>&nbsp;He looked around as he stepped through, then kneeled down when he saw the green-skinned woman leaning on the wall. She looked pretty banged up, and had a nasty cut on her head that was leaking blood. "Stay with me. Help is here," he said with a soft, yet firm tone while leaning down and reaching out to put a hand on her shoulder. He wasn't sure what she was or if she could understand him, but he didn't want her to attack him. So he waited a few moments to see if she was coherent, but was looking her over and then gently scooped her up into his arms.<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>03-04-2020, 19:02:28</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Thursday, January 9th - 3:25 AM</strong></span><br><em>Outside Front Door</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/14/be/44/14be4445184d65863579f9e31ce34df1.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Yellow raincoat (pictured), grey sweatpants, white sneakers<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Making out in a snowstorm<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Moderate frostbite<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Kaine | CLOSED<br><hr>His hazel eyes were like fucking magnets. The tension between them was remarkable and heated. Kaine suddenly pressed his mouth into hers and Marley inhaled sharply through her frostbitten nose. Her heart pounded against her ribcage as all of the words fell out of her head. It took her a moment to catch up to what he was doing to her. After a few seconds her blue eyes closed and she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back <em>hard</em>.<br><br><em>This was how they had always happened in the past.</em> It always started with some sort of fight, granted they had never used <em>snowballs</em> before. Usually they were traveling in Betty or, before the war, stopped at a shit motel on their way to pick up supplies or meet with the IOS in person. At a certain point in the fight, the tension between them became too much, and it became so <em>very</em> physical. Marley grunted into his mouth as she forced her numb, shivering legs to wrap around his waist. She kissed him a second time, feverishly, and then a third, letting her tongue leave her mouth to lick his cold lips. <em>What did he mean by good?</em> Marley wasn’t sure she felt good, but kissing certainly made things feel <em>better</em>.<br><br>Whenever things became physical with Kaine, it escalated quickly. <em>It was so hard to stop.</em> Marley kept kissing him, not bothering to open her eyes and watch their breath fog in the cold night air. But they had never had sex in the house before. She had always tried to keep her intimate relationships with Kaine and Eric separate, even just for her own sanity. Having sex with both of them in their house was certainly complicated, but Kaine was so… <em>hot</em>. She couldn’t stop what was about to happen, but maybe she could slow it down. Marley moaned as she kissed him softer, quicker.&nbsp; "Were…” she caught her breath, before attaching their mouths again, “you serious about the pampering me part?" Her hand lifted from his neck and tried in vain to fumble for the handle of the front door. "Because I would love a nice, hot, sensual bubble bath and before we go back to bed." She was fucking freezing, and Kaine was at least cold. They could both use some hot, <em>soapy</em> water and his <em>big</em>, firm – <br><br>“Fuck!” Marley swore loudly as the door required her full attention. She leaned away from Kaine’s muscular chest and turned the knob, pushing it open. The warm inside air hit her extended arm, and she winced as her hand began to heal, changing rapidly from purple to pale pink. She sighed, deeply, feeling the pain of her frostbite twitch. "Are... are you going to set me down... Or..." Her toes and her legs were hurt the worst, thanks to that <em>fucking</em> snowbank. Marley leaned her cool forehead against his, trying to brace herself before her regenerative powers kicked in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Codexa</strong> on <strong>03-04-2020, 22:19:34</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>Right after the war - she didn’t think about the path’s not taken much. She was wrapped up in projects and people. In helping those without powers clean up the aftermath. Teaching the small pockets of people without a trained medical professional what to do when someone was hurt and thinking on their feet could mean life or death.<br><br>Sometimes she forgets that most people don’t heal the way she does, and forgets to take extra precautions when leading them into questionable situations. Other times, she finds it impossible to stop herself from thinking about how fragile everyone is in comparison. She’s frustrated often, and lonely during the long stretches of the night when she can’t sleep and has no one to help distract her from dark thoughts, and the occasional nightmare. <br><br>Months after the war is when she can’t stop thinking about the little things. The way Kaine’s expression softened when they shared his cot and spent the night whispering stories to each other. The way the light brightened those hazel eyes when he talked about Cathedral. The sound of her best friend Adam’s laughter when she did something stupid, and still managed to come out on top. Those memories stick a little longer each time and make her want nothing more than to see their faces. <br><br>It isn’t long before she decides it’s time to move on. CJ promises to check up on the friends she’s made when she can and packs her duffle - which is half her size and worn - with the stuff she tells herself she absolutely can’t live without. The journey to Cathedral is a long one, and she has to do most of it on foot. The earth had become one hot hellish stretch of sweaty days and dark unforgiving nights. <br><br>Eventually, she finds herself squinting at a house-shaped structure ahead, and it couldn’t have come at a more perfect moment. She is tired, and dirty, and fed up with carrying the ugly green duffle across her back. When she is close enough to take in the details - well, detail is a strong word - it’s 3 am and still dark, but she can make out the general shape of the three-story mansion a lot better. <br><br><em>So, this is the Cathedral. </em><br><br>Her lips quirked upward into a small smirk. The way Kaine had talked it up, she’d almost expected something on par with the X-mansion from the movies. But, even though it hadn’t lived up to her late-night fantasies, she wasn’t disappointed. The past year had been a long nomadic existence for her, and this was a chance to maybe just stay put for a little while. It might not be forever, but there were things here that she’d like to chance to explore.<br><br>Meeting her sister. Finding out if Kaine made it back home ok. Learning more about her own abilities, testing them in an environment that could provide challenges and help her grow. But, none of that would happen unless she dragged her ass up to the damn house and made her presence known. Giving up on carrying her duffle across her body, CJ let the heavy thing plop to the ground, wrapped the strap around her wrist and pulled it along behind her as she went in search of the front door, or if lady luck was smiling on her, some kind of light source that would indicate that someone was awake at this ungodly hour. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>04-04-2020, 01:35:23</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monday, January 6th - 10:38 PM</strong></span><br><em>Medical Bay (Computer Station)</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://lezwatchtv.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/12/Alycia_Debnam_Carey-350x412.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Amber Jenson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15293218#msg15293218)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; As pictured plus black booty shorts<br><strong>DOING:</strong>&nbsp; Working Away<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> - <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Marley | OPEN<br><hr><br>Amber had hoped that her agreement to attend classes would be enough to get Marley off of this uncomfortable topic of conversation and perhaps let her just move on.&nbsp; And while it did seem that Marley was happy that Amber would attend classes, what she also said made a hard pit of uncomfortable fear hit her in the stomach.&nbsp; She was going to have to teach people how her security system functioned?&nbsp; Oh she had not been told that before and now that she knew it, she could feel herself becoming very uncomfortable with the notion.&nbsp; She also realized that she would now have to make adjustments to make it more accessible since so far, she had been working under the concept that only her, Marley, and maybe one or two others would have to understand how it worked and how to use it.&nbsp; Apparently, that number would be larger than that and it left her very unsettled.&nbsp; And she really didn't like how it would also give someone else a chance to judge her work and try to tell her whether it was good or bad.&nbsp; That really didn't sit well with her at all, but she was fairly sure that there was no argument to be had there.<br><br>When Amber was called out about potentially lying, she felt herself flush a bit as the older woman took the half of the sandwich that Amber hadn't eaten and was eating it herself.&nbsp; Amber understood that wasting food was a bad thing, but she also didn't try to eat more than she could handle cause she didn't like feeling sick.&nbsp; Though this conversation with Marley was definitely making her feel a bit sick as she definitely didn't like being challenged.&nbsp; <strong>"I just, I don't really need a lot of sleep,"</strong> she tried to defend the earlier lie that she had told in an effort to get out of trouble, <strong>"I sleep for three maybe four hours and I'm good.&nbsp; Anything more than that and I just feel funky and off.&nbsp; I don't know why, that's just how it's always been for me.&nbsp; Used to drive my parents crazy because I was always up early and they wanted to sleep in."</strong>&nbsp; She blushed a bit as she admitted that last part.&nbsp; She rarely talked about her life before the Eclipse or her parents or anything else.&nbsp; She just didn't do it and here she had done just that.&nbsp; Amber couldn't quite figure out why.<br><br>She was a bit glad when they moved on to another topic, but that topic was Amber herself still, so it wasn't that much better.&nbsp; Being called a scavenger was something that she didn't really care to be called, though it was fairly true.&nbsp; Rough was also something else that she wasn't sure she liked being called, but that was also true.&nbsp; She didn't do social graces and stuff like that, it just wasn't what she knew.&nbsp; So as Marley talked, she tried not to let herself get upset or bother.&nbsp; Though when Marley called her powers cool, Amber couldn't help but blush just a little bit.&nbsp; <strong>"Kinda hard to show them off when there's so little technology left out there,"</strong> she said, <strong>"There was a time when I could've stretched myself across the internet and touch all sorts of things, but no longer.&nbsp; And no idea when or even if it'll get back to a point where I can do that.&nbsp; Or what I would do if I could at this point."</strong>&nbsp; She looked at Marley, unsure as to what would be said next.&nbsp; If this was anyone else, she would've walked out by now, but this was Marley and she didn't want to upset the woman in charge.&nbsp; So she waited to see if the older woman would continue the conversation or decide to call it a night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>04-04-2020, 02:01:12</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th - 9:0 PM</strong></span><br><em>Medical Bay: computer center</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://www.interviewmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/06/img-alycia-debnam-carey-_202657928325-769x1000.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Amber Jenson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15293218#msg15293218)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; Blue jeans, grey tee-shirt, trainers<br><strong>DOING:</strong>&nbsp; Working on her Project<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Mentions of Gigi<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Gia, closed<br><hr><br>With the incident earlier in the day, Amber had found herself a bit of a nervous wreck for a while.&nbsp; The failed prank had just not been what she had needed and not only had it probably succeeded in infuriating Gigi even more, something that frustrated Amber in it's own right, but she had also managed to mess up the new girl's clothing and probably made an enemy out of here.&nbsp; Sure, she had seemed interested in talking to Amber, but that didn't mean Amber was really prepared to talk to her.&nbsp; After all, there was no doubt that the conversation would be a tense and uncomfortable one that she simply didn't want to have.&nbsp; Fortunately, she highly doubted that Gia would ever be able to find her here.&nbsp; It wasn't like she knew anything about Amber and figuring out where she liked to be would be near impossible since only a few people knew where she was likely to be thanks to her being so anti-social with the other residents of the Cathedral.<br><br>So it was a massive shock when Gia would appear as though she had known exactly where to find Amber and set a tray on a nearby desk, startling the girl as she jerked her hand back away from the open panel and the wires that she had been gripping.&nbsp; Around her, the monitors that she had been working with went blank, not that Gia would've likely been able to understand what was on them since it only would really make sense to someone with a really advanced grasp on computers.&nbsp; Even then it would be iffy since Amber wasn't working with normal code, but rather she had been linked into the computers on a much deeper level.&nbsp; But all of that fell to the wayside as she felt a hint of panic envelope her as Gia had someone tracked her down and seemingly hadn't had any trouble in doing so.&nbsp; Perhaps she had spoken to Marley and learned that Amber was likely to be found here, but that didn't matter, did it?&nbsp; What did was that she had found Amber and now had the girl trapped.<br><br><strong>"I, ummmm, I......"</strong> she stuttered as she tried not to run, <strong>"How did you......I mean, how........how'd you find me?"</strong>&nbsp; She asked the question as she shrunk into her chair a bit, preparing herself for a scolding about earlier events.&nbsp; That was until her eyes locked on the tray and spotted a small pile of turkey jerky along with two glasses of water.&nbsp; There was no way that Gia had known that turkey jerky was one of Amber's favorite snacks, no one knew that.&nbsp; So it had to be a lucky guess.&nbsp; But still, the snack had to be a peace offering of sorts, right?&nbsp; Or was it Gia preparing to prank her back somehow.&nbsp; Looking at Gia, she didn't say anything else just yet, but rather waited for the girl to explain herself so Amber could try to figure out what to do about this situation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>04-04-2020, 02:15:43</strong>
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				<br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Tuesday, January 14th - 12:30pm</strong></span><br><em>Entrance to Cathedral</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9wHAQ9L.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Adam Kincaid (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15321133#msg15321133)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; Jeans, tee-shirt, faded green jacket<br><strong>DOING:</strong>&nbsp; Arriving at Cathedral<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> -<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Open<br><hr><br>It had been a long and difficult journey from his home town to the Cathedral, but Adam had made it.&nbsp; Not that there was any doubt in his mind that he would manage it, but it had been a bit more difficult that he'd expected it would be.&nbsp; Still, he was here and as he looked at the building, he found himself unsure about it.&nbsp; On the outside, it didn't strike him as anything special.&nbsp; In fact, to him, it looked like it could use some repairs, but he could be wrong.&nbsp; And not that it really mattered to him.&nbsp; It could've been a wooden shack and he still would've come here.&nbsp; Not really because of what it was or what it was said to represent, but because of a promise that he'd made to his best friend, CJ.&nbsp; And once he made a promise to her, there was nothing on earth that could stop him from living up to it so long as he was breathing.<br><br>Adam and CJ had been friends since they were young.&nbsp; Roommates, lovers, friends, they had placed one another above any others that had come into their lives, or at least Adam had and CJ seemed to have.&nbsp; And when the Eclipse had come, the two of them had gone into battle together and made it out alive.&nbsp; From there, they had traveled and helped people in their efforts to rebuild, but the end game was always for them to find their way to the Cathedral since it was important to CJ and thus was important to Adam.&nbsp; But as it often did, life had thrown a curveball and Adam had been forced to return home to deal with the estate of his recently departed parents.&nbsp; CJ had offered to come with him, but he had told her no.&nbsp; He knew that her calling was to help people and he didn't want to pull her away from that.&nbsp; So instead, he would return home alone and there was the promise to meet at the Cathedral, though an exact when had never been fully worked out.<br><br>It had taken months to fully sort out their estate, not that he'd been left with very much and what he was left with was pretty much worthless at this point.&nbsp; Still, he had finished and was now finally on the edge of living up to his end of the promise.&nbsp; Of course, he really had no way of knowing whether or not CJ was already here or if she was still out there, helping people.&nbsp; He could very well have gotten here well before her and she would find him waiting for her when she arrived.&nbsp; He would soon find out the truth of the matter, he was sure.&nbsp; But first, he figured that he would have to get permission to stay here and he wasn't sure how that would work.&nbsp; But one thing he knew was that it all started with a knock on the front door.&nbsp; So that was exactly what he did before he stood there, large green duffel bag sitting there next to him as he waited for someone to eventually come to answer the door.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>04-04-2020, 05:29:19</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>January 10th - 3am</strong></span><br><em>Entrance to Cathedral - Outside</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> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Noob Siabot</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://d1lss44hh2trtw.cloudfront.net/assets/article/2019/08/13/how-to-do-secret-noob-saibot-brutality_feature.jpeg)</div></div><br><strong>DOING:</strong> Greetings<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> You are going where?<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; CJ<br><hr> <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Eric rolled his neck, it was his duty for security tonight.&nbsp; He moved every half hour, mostly having the ability to control shadows allowed him to be in several places at once.&nbsp; He loved being able to use his powers, but there was something about all of this power that scared him.&nbsp; That left him wondering if at some point he would cease to exist and simply become part of the cosmo.&nbsp; He wasn’t some deity-like Kaine…at least didn’t think he was.&nbsp; Hell, he didn’t even want to be.&nbsp; He knew how that power left him cracked and disoriented when he pushed himself.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;He knew his weakness, he was a god at night, less so at the crack of dawn.&nbsp; In the heat of the day, he took a nap but at three o’clock like some vampire, he would awaken and his powers would surge once again.&nbsp; Now he was moving his hands twirling a stick and moving like some warrior in days long gone.&nbsp; A living shadow, it was then that he felt another presence some light in this darkness taking in the light from the stars and shifting them around.&nbsp; He frowns and turned.&nbsp; He knew it wasn’t attacking.&nbsp; No one was that stupid to attack them head-on.&nbsp; Up the path.&nbsp; He was moving behind it wasn’t hard, it was humorous if nothing else.&nbsp; He decided against being a prick a stood on the path in front of her.&nbsp; <br><br>“HO…who goes there?” <br><br>He looked at some ancient ninja with purple eyes in the darkness as that was all that was visible save the staff in is hand.&nbsp; &nbsp;He would have jumped out and scared her but he didn’t know her and if she had powers and shot him that wouldn’t be good either.&nbsp; He realized by her current actions she was tired and worn.&nbsp; She might not be much of a threat!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>04-04-2020, 12:27:26</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 15th - 3:00 PM</strong></span><br><em>Bedroom --&gt; Outside</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>&nbsp; Boots, jeans, tank top.<br><br><strong>DOING:</strong> Waking up groggy but definitely away<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Earth-Shattering Kaboom!!<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Kaine, Tiggy, Barry, Marl, Xi, CJ, Open<br><hr> <br>&nbsp; <br>After being with Marl most of this morning he was hoping to get at least a couple of hours but that was not to be.&nbsp; Apparently, she was trying to make up for her infidelity...it worked well saved for the skyrockets that she felt the need to set off in the middle of his nap.&nbsp; It was when he heard the crash he was up as he moves quickly, putting on some pants quickly.&nbsp; He rolled across the floor grabbing his boots and put them on as he ported to the other side of the door.&nbsp; He was over the rail and down the stairs where he landed on the ground floor in the shadow of the front door.&nbsp; He moved to open it only to get hit by some electrical discharge as Barry looked to be backing up Kaine who was using his air pressure to protect the house.&nbsp; He found himself touching Marl.<br><br>"Is everyone ok?"&nbsp; He asked.&nbsp; <br><br>Just before Kaine took off to the smoke in the distance along the path of either a meteor or a ship, he wasn't sure which at this distance.&nbsp; Barry was gone but it wasn't after Kaine it was to the new girl Tig...Antigone.&nbsp; He wondered was she ok.&nbsp; "Barry?!?"<br><br>Barry moved quickly towards Antigone to check her out.&nbsp; He wanted to make sure she was ok before he followed Kaine to the wreckage.&nbsp; "You ok beautiful?" &nbsp;he asked.&nbsp; His preliminary scans trying to make sure she didn't get hit by any debris or something he could take care of, he might need to cauterize the wound or something...which would make him feel like a real wuss under the circumstances.&nbsp; He could do it but he didn't like it being done to him so he was more than happy for his superior healing abilities.&nbsp; <br><br>"Eric come check her out.&nbsp; I will be back dear one...don't die on me!"&nbsp; He was gone behind Kaine he didn't want to think of leaving his...his what were they...they hadn't said anything or defined it...could they define it...other than him wanting to be with her and she was just a bit afraid of being with him he didn't know but there was a part of him that not only wanted to claim her but strangely enough be claimed by her.&nbsp; Did she or would she even understand that with her female warrior brain?&nbsp; <strong><em>'Maybe she wanted some blood bonding ceremony?' </em></strong> He thought as he took off behind Kaine it wasn't long before he was at the ship. &nbsp;"Hello...Kainus!&nbsp; Wherefore art thou?!?&nbsp; You ok?!?"&nbsp; He was standing on an alien ship, if it hadn't nearly destroyed their house this would be cool as hell.&nbsp; <br><br>'Lots of bodies...lots of dead female bodies.&nbsp; &nbsp;Damn if they would have lived the twins would be in hog heaven!?!?'&nbsp; He thought taking in the grizzly scene. <strong><em> 'This is not going to be good!'</em></strong><br>&nbsp;<br><hr><div class="floatright">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2018/09/davis.png)<br><strong>WHO:</strong> Barthaholmew Alvin Creed (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15290256#msg15290256)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Jean and shirt </div> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>04-04-2020, 17:46:16</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 15th - 3:00pm</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Outside/Infirmary</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Vedaa_Arsenal.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Antigone Ray Shanae Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>Armored in Steel and Gold, black skirt and calf-high flex-steel war boots <br><strong>DOING:</strong> Arriving<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open, Barry, Kaine, Eric, Any<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Antigone grunted as she was lifted by Kaine, but before she could settle into uncomfortable, they were down and he was lowering her into a lawn chair. As she said "Thank you," she noticed Kaine was gone. She hoped for Marley's sake these men weren't as fast in bed as they were on their feet, or the poor girl would get rug burns where she didn't want them. The thought caused her to snicker which summoned a groan from her. Then Barry was there, oh gods not now. Her heart raced, her head swam, and she wished she could see him. He shouldn't see her like this. Down, weak. And what was he doing? She fluttered that he was attentive, but this was war. She would be fine, she hoped. "Creed, the crash. See to them," her voice had hardened though only a whisper, command, directing troops. She wasn't even sure if it was loud enough to hear. She hoped that he would give her space. His wishes were appreciated, "I won't," she spoke to empty air, only the air rushing into the vacuum catching her words. A girl could really begin to feel like no one was listening as those she spoke were always gone by the time she finished saying what she needed. Eric asked, she nodded for him to help the crash, all she had left, due to the pain.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Her left arm was useless, not immobile, but it hurt too much to breath right&nbsp; now and that splintered into mind shattering pain as she tried to use her left arm. Her right made things hurt, but not like this. So she was right handed for the moment. She would deal. Anchoring her armor, she fused the pieces together to lock the joint and support the shoulder. Her breathing, though labored was clear, no gurgle, no blood, no sloshing. That was good, she hoped. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Someone came and helped her up, her eyes closed through the pain, she kept them closed as the pain caused nausea, and nausea caused vertigo. Yes, she kept them closed. A familiar voice spoke, but Antigone could not put it to a face. That's ok, the voice was tending her, checking her, and declared she would live. Broken collarbone, clean, no debris, her lungs would be safe. Rest, and know her sacrifice was appreciated. The voice left, needing to save lives if they could. They would return, as soon as triage was complete. Someone would get her something for the pain. Antigone let herself rest.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>04-04-2020, 19:29:03</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 8:05 AM</strong></span><br><em>Outside Front Door</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/8c/e3/69/8ce3695d630cb427d7e2a17b52c0a98d.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Eric's black t-shirt<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Avoiding Kaine and failing, miserably<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> --<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Tiggy, Kaine | OPEN<br><hr>Marley's blue eyes got wider and wider as Antigone spoke. Their newest recruit had questions about <em>sex</em>. The one topic that Marley was oh so hoping to avoid talking about in front of Kaine. She listened as he calmly and playfully responded to Antigone's questions, as if her sexual attraction to Barry was encouraged. But Antigone’s questions seemed very… <em>inexperienced.</em> Marley suddenly slapped Kaine on his forearm closest to her, letting go of Eric’s t-shirt, and gave him a stern look. <em>Antigone sounded like she was a virgin.</em> They needed to be more… <em>sensitive</em>. Yet again, she wished she wasn’t naked beneath Eric’s t-shirt or that her other lover was next to her, but she eyed Antigone earnestly. <br><br>"What you may or may not feel for Barry is totally normal, however,” Marley clarified, “you don't have to do anything with Barry unless <em>you</em> want to.” She wasn’t prepared to give a sex talk, but then again, she did have a lot of experience to share. “Even if Barry asks, you can say no. Intimacy is not a requirement of anyone who stays here." It sounded like Antigone thought she had to have sex with Barry in order to stay. Marley's appearance probably wasn't helping that assumption, though technically... she was the most sexually active person in the house. <em>Did she need to talk to Barry about being gentle and receptive?</em> Her first time was with the girlfriend of her high school’s quarterback. <em>Lacey.</em> For a moment, Marley wondered if Lacey was even still alive, but then turned her attention back to the situation before her. “I agree with Kaine,” she started before quickly adding, “about your <em>powers</em>. We could use someone with your knowledge of…” her head titled to one side as Antigone took her motorcycle apart and made her body sparkle without moving an inch. “… That.” She eventually finished, bewildered in the humming sunshine. <em>The heat felt like it was… vibrating.</em> <br><br>It couldn’t have been dehydration. Her body would have healed from that. Also, she drank a fuck ton of water as they were in middle a fucking desert. <em>Maybe she was just over thinking things.</em> Marley blinked, realizing that she hadn’t said anything for several minutes. “Sorry, I’m a little…” she shook her head, deciding not to finish that sentence. “The Cathedral – this house – was founded by four people, Kaine and I included. We vote to accept new students, and provided that you aren’t a threat to our house or any of the other members here, you have mine.” She looked from Antigone to Kaine, and then remembered to move her hands back to her waist, and hold down Eric’s t-shirt as low as possible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>04-04-2020, 19:58:06</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th - 9:00 PM</strong></span><br><em>Medical Bay: computer center</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://celebcenter.net/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/49307806_229771817931363_9207385324347345540_n_icannotknow_29_3_2019_13_48_11_475.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Gia Devlin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15286077#msg15286077)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> black tank top, worn black running shorts<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Tracking down a hiding Amber<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> mention of Gigi<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Amber, closed<br><hr><br>Gia smiled at Amber as the young woman asked how she had found the brunette.&nbsp; Seeing how Amber was preparing to get scolded, Gia kept a light expression and tone of voice. "I cheat," she let herself smile mischievously, "I am a precog.&nbsp; I looked into the future to see where I would find you."&nbsp; She pulled over a chair so that she could sit down facing Amber.&nbsp; She would have preferred to plop herself down in Amber's lap, but it was way too soon for that.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Which is also how I know that you love turkey jerky," she reached over and just plucked one of the pieces of meat off the plate and took a bite from it. <br><br>She could practically see the gears turning in Amber's head, "Yes, I stepped in front and took the goop on myself.&nbsp; And I have to congratulate you, that stuff was really sticky and that red was brilliant touch." &nbsp;She grinned as she settled back in her chair and stretched out her legs.&nbsp; She watched for Amber's reaction, it could go several ways but she was on the right path for going the way she liked the best.&nbsp; The path she was aiming for was the one where Amber, Gigi and her were all in a romantic relationship.&nbsp; It improved all of their chances for survival and lead to the greatest happiness, for all three she thinks.&nbsp; Yes, there were hurdles they were going to have to overcome to reach that happiness, the first was Amber and Gigi conciliating.&nbsp; And Amber needed to take the first step in that process.&nbsp; If she could get Amber to step forward and apologize to Gigi, that would get the balling rolling in the correct direction. <br><br>She couldn't make anything happen, but she could influence, make suggestions, offer insight to others and hopefully they could make better decisions.&nbsp; And when people made better decisions, things worked out better every time, even when things didn't end up exactly where she was aiming for, it was still better than when people made bad decisions, ie crap in, crap out.&nbsp; &nbsp;Once her ability was freed and she started looking into the time and started tracing consequences of actions/decisions in the past and how they cascaded into the future.&nbsp; The difference in the quality of her live from before her ability was freed from after her ability was freed and she started being able to make better decisions was staggering.&nbsp; Without her ability to see into time, she would already be dead or some sex slave for a disgusting man who would beat her every day.&nbsp; &nbsp;Now she had the possibility of spending her life with two wonderful women, she was going for the gold, the best ending.&nbsp; She smiled at Amber, "Wanna talk about why you want Gigi's attention?&nbsp; And yes I have heard this already, but you saying it for yourself is what is important."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>04-04-2020, 20:12:44</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 8:00am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Out front</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Vedaa_Arsenal.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Antigone Ray Shanae Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>Armored in Steel and Gold, black skirt and calf-high flex-steel war boots <br><strong>DOING:</strong> Arriving<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open, Marley, Kaine<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; As Antigone focused her attention back on Kaine, a part of her kept tabs on Marley. Obviously out of sorts dressed as she was, she grew more and more uncomfortable. Her eyes grew wide and she kept tugging her well it was probably his, though in this case 'his' did not apply to Kaine beside her.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"This will be a first if all comes out well, I have not found that meeting another Commander to be a good experience." As Kaine addressed her title for the leaders of the Cathedral, she corrected the assumptions, "Barry did not offer a title to work, perhaps Founders would be the choice. If you have a better or preferred name, I will use it. Command Corps made it clear who we were talking so that this meeting could be accomplished." Misunderstanding the comment over speed, she admitted, "he appears to share the qualities of electricity, or is it that he had almost two hours headstart?"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She listened as they described the responses she had felt as biological. Also offering her choice in the issue. "He said he wanted me as his 'love slave, concubine' though I think that was in jest." She had heard of such, and had felt attraction to the human form before, though she had never felt such a strong response, nor had she never been pulled to, her only word for the actions was to play. She had never been so pulled to play in such behavior. Flirtatious appreciation had encouraged her to draw out more. Was this the case? Could she step back into that building? She would have to be much more careful. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She wondered if he understood the lie within his colloquialism 'We are just human after all,' for by the very powers that people come here to train they were not 'just human' anymore, though perhaps it took her half-human nature to see the lie within. Is it a term to settle their own fears about themselves, or to settle the humans who come into contact with them. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Their interview progressed and he wrapped up with, 'He's a good kid, but he literally thinks so fast his mouth can't keep up with his brain sometimes.' She liked what she heard, now if she could just pass their questions. "Then by all means, let us continue the interview process, and I will offer Barry the chance you say he deserves. If it is available, I would like the room he offered, it had only one bed and the light through the window was ideal." Her fabrication of reasons, were ridiculous. She was not good at covering up or deflecting. The night had still been deep when she had looked through that door.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>05-04-2020, 06:20:02</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Thursdy, January 11th - 8am</strong></span><br><em>Garage &gt; Front Door</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> Tank Top, Gym Shorts, Socks, Slides(Flip-Flops), Du Rag<br><strong>DOING:</strong> <em>Finally</em> sleeping before waking up<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Marley, Antigone</span><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; Men and women really did think alike. Kaine, half tired, and half not thinking anything of what all Antigone said, was completely okay with her liking Barry. But the thought never crossed his mind that the way she spoke...she seemed like she knew almost nothing about love, romance, or sexual encounters. It wasn't until Marley spoke up that he really understood the way she was talking, causing a light bulb to blink on over his head and Kaine to nod alongside his fellow Founder.<br><br>&nbsp;"She's right. At the end of the day it's up to you what you do, but it's up to <em>you</em>. Don't let him pressure or force you into anything, even if it doesn't seem like he's doin' it on purpose." It was very awkward and...<em>weird</em> for Kaine and Marley to be talking about these with a new denizen of the Cathedral, but he took his job seriously, so anything between him and Marley would remain between them, without dragging the new girl into it.<br><br>&nbsp;She said she hadn't had a good experience meeting other Commanders from the Eclipse, and it was a mixed bag for him. "I think it depends on the person. Some people got broken by the war...did horrible things to make it through, and it changed them. Then you got people like us, who could at least hold on to ourselves...<em>some</em> of ourselves at least," he clarified and tried to keep his eyes from glazing over as the past suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.<br><br>&nbsp;"But yeah, Barry's powers are electrical in nature. The more juice he has, the faster he is. And...aw man, he said <em>that</em>?" Kaine's facial expression turned to something of bemused unbelief. Even if he'd been kidding, and even if the world had effectively turned all Mad Max with superpowers, this was still a society(in most parts) where you couldn't just say stuff like that to women. Maybe they'd need to talk with the kid later. "I'm hopin' he was joking too, but we'll have a word with him just in case. <br><br>We want you to feel safe here, and again, <em>nothing</em> he says, you have to comply with. He's...he's hyper-horny or something, I dunno," he shrugged. "Marley, Myself, Eric, and Tristin are the only ones whose orders you have to follow around here, and we'll never give you rules that will put you in danger or make you feel uncomfortable. Just standard issue safety stuff and things like that." <br><br>She asked for the room she'd mentioned before, the free one next to Barry's. Kaine's eyebrow raised at the thought, then he looked over at Marley. "Well, like I said, any free room is available. So it's yours if you want it. But remember what we said, no one here can make you do anything but you. Don't fall to his charms if it makes you do something you normally wouldn't."<br><br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>05-04-2020, 19:55:34</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th - 9:0 PM</strong></span><br><em>Medical Bay: computer center</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://www.interviewmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/06/img-alycia-debnam-carey-_202657928325-769x1000.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Amber Jenson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15293218#msg15293218)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; Blue jeans, grey tee-shirt, trainers<br><strong>DOING:</strong>&nbsp; Working on her Project<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Mentions of Gigi<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Gia, closed<br><hr><br>A precog, huh?&nbsp; Well that explained an awful lot even without Gia explaining it, but it also made her want to groan.&nbsp; She knew that Gigi had a similar set of powers and it made it difficult to prank her and now there was another one who had willfully placed herself in the path of a prank that looked like it was going to succeed.&nbsp; Which just begged the question of why she had done it and more importantly, why she had used her powers to seek out Amber when it was pretty obvious that Amber hadn't wanted to be found.&nbsp; Still, she was hungry and the offering of turkey jerky was too hard to ignore.&nbsp; Picking up a piece, she would nod softly before she nibbled on it slowly.&nbsp; <strong>"Thanks."</strong> she finally said, almost as an afterthought as she tried to process what was happening right now and how she was going to deal with it.&nbsp; Though she did appreciate the fact that the girl did compliment her efforts and the addition of the red dye to the goop.<br><br><strong>"It was a last minute decision,"</strong> she admitted, <strong>"Gigi's powers make her hard to prank, so anything I do in that regard has to be spur of the moment.&nbsp; Sorry that you got caught in the middle of it."</strong>&nbsp; She paused as she looked at Gia and wasn't sure how to react to the fact that the girl had intentionally put herself in the way of the prank.&nbsp; She was clearly playing at something and Amber could tell that was happening.&nbsp; What she couldn't tell was what she was playing at and that worried the girl.&nbsp; She didn't have the best history with people, but part of her really wanted to believe that this wasn't some cruel prank or something that was being played on her.&nbsp; After all, there was a chance that Gia and Gigi were now working together to get her in response to the prank.&nbsp; But then again, using someone else wasn't really Gigi's style so maybe she was just being paranoid.<br><br>Of course, she would be taking a sip of her water when Gia asked a question that she really wasn't prepared for and found herself choking as she tried to regain herself.&nbsp; The bluntness of the question and the fact that Gia just KNEW what was really going on was deeply unsettling to Amber and as she struggled to regain her voice, she looked at the girl with a slightly dark look on her face.&nbsp; <strong>"If you know the truth already then way do I need to say it?"</strong> she asked at first as she took another sip of her water and tried to relax.&nbsp; But as she did, her brain was working things out and realizing that she had to admit it and that lying really served no purpose here.&nbsp; Gia clearly already knew the truth, so what was the point?&nbsp; Who knew, maybe she could help?&nbsp; <strong>"Fine,"</strong> she said with a deep sigh as she set the water down, <strong>"I want her attention because I'm attracted to her, alright?&nbsp; And I have absolutely no fucking clue how to get her to notice me and see if there's any interest there.&nbsp; So I do stuff......and hope that she......I don't know......fuck."</strong>&nbsp; She let out a long sigh as she hung her head, realizing easily how foolish she'd been, but having no idea how else to approach it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>05-04-2020, 21:46:51</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Tuesday, January 14th, 12:30am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Out front</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>Black draping swimsuit/Armored in Steel and Gold, full helm, black skirt and calf-high flex-steel war boots <br><strong>DOING:</strong> Answering the door<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Coming from the Public Relations class, heading to Combat,<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Antigone reviewed the lesson today, "Peace first, then there will be less need for War" she supposed would be the title, it was what she had noted in her spiral, the document resting on her desk next to diagrams of a new building, her own workshop. Antigone thought the lesson would boil down more to 'Don't' be a Bitch, but Don't be Someone Else's Bitch Either.' She had cut the Antigone free a bit before the class was over, as Antigone had asked for a few minutes to be able to prepare for Combat Class. Today would be her first on the field. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Antigone exited her room, her breastplate settling over her head, and her buckles settling tight to her form, skirt and legguards tightened as she adjusted her right armbrace. Her sword, helm, pauldrons and gloves followed her down the hall hovering as though attendants awaited her call to provide. A nod to her breastplate, and her pauldrons settled on her shoulders as she stepped down the stairs. She adjusted the buckles as they wove into and under her armbrace and breastplates.She flexed her arms, adjustng the bands beneath for proper fit. How did the knights of old do this, they had to direct and trust their squire to settle and correctly apply the plates.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Antigone's helmet and gloves floated behind her as she walked through the foyer, turning back through the house. She would head out the back, she just needed this left armbrace to settle right. A knock at the door. Stretching out she noticed no significant metals, not gun dangerous. Ok. Her gloves and helmet followed her as she turned for the door, a stern look upon her face, a rigid posture in her stance, Commander Ellington answered the door ready for war. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Yes, what?" she cut herself off allowing her head to cock to the side and down. "No, hospitality. You say welcome." Her words to herself she nods in acceptance. Looking up, she peers sternly directly at Adam, eye-to-eye. "Welcome, I am Antigone Ellington. How can I help you?" The stern ready stance had not changed, just the words, cold and scripted. The broad bladed sword hovered just a hand span from her hand, the gauntlets settling over her hands as she addressed the young man.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>05-04-2020, 23:01:28</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Tuesday, January 14th - 12:30pm</strong></span><br><em>Entrance to Cathedral</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9wHAQ9L.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Adam Kincaid (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15321133#msg15321133)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; Jeans, tee-shirt, faded green jacket<br><strong>DOING:</strong>&nbsp; Arriving at Cathedral<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> -<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Antigone, Open<br><hr><br>Almost a full minute had passed since Adam had knocked on the door and he was beginning to wonder if anyone was going to answer.&nbsp; Then again, he supposed this was a fairly large place and knocking would be easy to miss if no one was near the front door.&nbsp; He had just spotted the bell and was beginning to feel like an idiot for not ringing it rather than knocking when the door would finally open.&nbsp; A part of him had really been hoping that it would be CJ to answer the door in a wonderful case of pure lucky coincidence, but he would've just settled for a somewhat friendly face.&nbsp; That was not at all what he got as instead, he got someone that looked like they were on the verge of being ready for combat.&nbsp; Full armor, a sword, the words.&nbsp; And the tone of their initial greeting, if one could call it that, clearly was not one of welcome.<br><br>The situation only got weirder when she then seemed to have a conversation with herself, chastising herself for the way she had greeted him.&nbsp; She would then look at him and the way she greeted him now was a bit more normal, though still lacking a bit of friendliness to it.&nbsp; Still, at least she offered her name and asked how she could help him.&nbsp; Though the fact that there was a sword hovering, literally hovering, only a few inches from her hand did not help the situation and a part of him wondered if he was better off just turning around and leaving.&nbsp; But he was already here and he had promised CJ that he would meet her here and the only way that happened was if he actually got in the place.&nbsp; And right now, that meant dealing with this deeply uncomfortable situation and trying not to give her any reason to lay a hand on that broadsword.<br><br><strong>"My name's Adam Kincaid,"</strong> he said as he finally found his voice after a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, <strong>"I've heard that this is a safe place for mutants to come.&nbsp; And I was also supposed to be meeting a friend of mine here, though I don't know if she's made it here or not."</strong>&nbsp; He paused as he looked past her, almost like he was hoping that he would see CJ standing behind here with that look of "gotcha!" on her face that she often wore when she had pranked him.&nbsp; Because, at least to him, there was no way that this wasn't some sort of prank.&nbsp; Then again, he got this air from the woman in front of him that she wasn't the one to help participate in practical jokes and pranks.&nbsp; So with this not being some sort of joke by his long time friend, it meant that this was for real and he needed to figure out how to handle the situation.<br><br><strong>"Actually, I was told that I was supposed to ask for Marley?"</strong> he half said, half asked, <strong>"She's supposed to be the one in charge of this place, right?"</strong>&nbsp; He hoped that that would be enough to start to get this process rolling, but he was still more than a little wary of the woman in front of him.&nbsp; The armor, the sword, the way she spoke, it told him that there was something unusual about her, but he wasn't looking to be a jerk to her.&nbsp; He just wanted to make sure that he was able to accomplish his goal of meeting with Marley and establishing a place for himself here while he waited for CJ to also arrive.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>06-04-2020, 01:49:17</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Tuesday, January 14th, 12:30am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Out front</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>Black draping swimsuit/Armored in Steel and Gold, full helm, black skirt and calf-high flex-steel war boots <br><strong>DOING:</strong> Answering the door<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Coming from the Public Relations class, heading to Combat,<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Marley, yes, she is here and in charge. Though not your friend that you were to meet here. Got it." Antigone finished with her gloves, then she stepped back under the helmet which hovered higher to settle over her head, as she indicated his entrance. " " the echo from within was distorting her voice, deeper and discordant. As she directed the man into the building and down the hall that would pass the packed and busy kitchen and head to the med bay, the sword landed in her hand, her grip allowed it to point the way he should proceed. With that, she took the lead, her head high, shoulders back and pace brisk. "Come along." her orders were in a tone not to be questioned. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;At the door of the med bay, three brisk and precise knocks, as Antigone shadowed the doorway. "Marley, Adam Kincaid, mutant seeking safety, wishes audience." With this, Antigone stepped back and again with her sword hand, waved the young man in."I am up this afternoon, will you be needing anything else with him?" She referred to her being the Combat class test dummy for the afternoon class.&nbsp; Her thoughts brought a smile to her face, though it was hidden by the helmet's facenguard. Appropriate address, yep, helpful, yep, hospitality, yep,... nailed it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>06-04-2020, 02:46:26</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 wondered if Tia was overheating in her denim jeans. She rarely wore jeans now that were in the middle of the fucking desert. She smiled as the busty woman folded her hands behind her head. “I believe,” she knew Tia had an agricultural background, and her powers were certainly skilled in those areas too. “Although I doubt you’ve ever had to do so in a place like this,” Marley closed her blue eyes again and gave a heavy sigh, leaning back fully in her lawn chair.<br><br>She was quiet while Tia thought, but eventually started to laugh warmly at her question. “It’s not so bad,” she eventually appended with a sly smile, “when it’s quiet. When it’s loud it’s basically a very lame, lame party.” Marley smiled again, then breathed deeply and shifted her legs, stretching them out in front of her.&nbsp; The heat from the desert sun felt nice but also <em>strange</em>. Like it was alluring, but she didn’t know why. The youthful woman gave a small shrug. “Besides, it would appear that I have more time than everyone else.” Her powers made sure of that; perhaps the one good thing about immortality. Though, this certainly wasn’t what Marley expected her twenties to look like. None of them did. Not with the events of the Eclipse.<br><br>“You don’t want to just relax though, do you?” Marley opened her eyes again and turned back to the woman lying next to her. Unlike Marley, Tia <em>had</em> been hard at work this morning, visually evident by the two piles of wood and rubble before them. Maybe she actually wanted a moment of silent relaxation. Marley hadn’t known Tia for very long, but she seemed fairly easy going, which was an asset, in a school for troubled, young gifteds. “I was hoping to work on my tan and my knowledge of impending threats, if you don’t mind a chat.” As much as Marley wanted to lie around in a bathing suit, instead of doing any work whatsoever, she had her reasons for coming outside. <em>Besides, without a pool and a few margaritas, what else were her and Tia supposed to do but talk?</em> Marley didn’t wait for an answer before she started speaking. No one else was outside, so keeping secrets was far less concerning. “I’ve been looking further into the IOS, but it is proving difficult to research the people who pay your bills. If you could tell me anything more about the people who tried to kidnap you, that would be extremely helpful.” <br><br>Marley blinked at the older woman, realizing she may have misspoke. “If it’s not too traumatic, for you, I mean. If it is we can just talk about…” Marley’s voice trailed off and she puffed out her cheeks. She really did <em>not</em> have a back-up plan for this conversation. She had intended to come outside to wait for Tia to talk about the possible sinister intentions of the agency that provided all of the Cathedral’s financial support. Even now, that was still a nerve-wracking thought. The only other topic that interested her was the war, but she knew that <em>would</em> be too traumatic for the woman next to her to discuss at length. “Non-dairy substitutes for sour cream?” It was a weak alternative, but Marley tried. She missed sour cream a lot, and having something that tasted similar <em>would</em> make her exceedingly happier.<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>06-04-2020, 22:37:43</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monday, January 6th - 11:00 PM</strong></span><br><em>Kitchen</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/06/8a/78/068a784bd2176ad1eed0bd4e56afc321.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> Dressy outfit as pictured<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Teaching, going to bed<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> --<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Amber | OPEN</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Marley raised an intrigued brown eyebrow as Amber spoke. <em>She didn’t need to sleep?</em> Perhaps it was connected to her powers. Like the kid was some sort of battery, and using technology recharged her. <em>Could you take energy from another source like that?</em> It sounded rather mystical. Marley watched as Amber alluded to her parents, and blushed, before speaking of her abilities and blushing again. Undoubtedly, Amber was still very uncomfortable speaking about herself or her strengths. She gave soft chuckle at the younger girl,&nbsp; and then smiled. “Well, at least you won’t have to worry about government officials or big tech companies getting in the way of what you <em>can</em> do anymore,” she offered, leaning back in her kitchen chair. “The only limit you have is your creativity. But,” Marley gave her another warning glance, “don’t do anything too wild while the rest of us are sleeping.“<br><br>Truth be told, Amber seemed a lot more reserved than Marley was at her age. That was probably a good thing. Marley blinked, and stood, taking their plate to the kitchen sink and washing it with the frying pan and her other cooking supplies. “You know, Eric also stays awake at night, due to his powers,” she began, speaking over the sound of the running water. “If you ever need anything, he knows his way around the Medical Bay quite well. He was…” Marley paused, remembering a different time. “Studying for his medical boards before the war. So while you’re working, if you need anything, he’s around.” She wiped her hands on a clean dish towel and turned towards Amber. She wanted the young woman to grow, and have opportunities, but that required softening her rough edges, just a little. “And in terms of your project, I won’t let anyone else look at it without your approval first, alright?” Her blue eyes washed over Amber’s reddened features. “I can appreciate that you don’t like surprises.” Marley gave Amber a soft wink, and hung the dish towel on the handle of the kitchen stove to dry. <br><br>She didn’t say anything right away, and instead walked past her. Admittedly, Marley wasn’t the best at showing compassion. That was better suited to Kaine or Eric. But she knew she had to say something to the shy girl in her kitchen. She stopped in the doorway of the hallway and leaned her hand, the one she had burned previously, into its frame. “I want you to feel secure here, Amber.” Marley began quietly, choosing her words carefully. “The Cathedral is your home now, too. If something is disrupting that, please come and find me whenever you need.” Her hand slipped from the frame and she gave Amber one last, warm smile before heading to bed herself.<br><br>&lt;&lt;exit scene for Marley&gt;&gt;</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>06-04-2020, 23:05:38</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th - 8:30 AM</strong></span><br><em>Outside &gt; Kitchen</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> jeans, tank top<br><strong>DOING:</strong> cooking egg for breakfast<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> --<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Marley, Kaine, Barry, Gia, twins&nbsp; open<br><hr> <br>&nbsp; <br>It was something about this situation that left him wondering.&nbsp; Which came first the chicken or the egg?&nbsp; With Gia's foresight, it was to some degree that she already knew she was going to be accepted and that they were likely going to bring her in to help on a few things.&nbsp; So which of these were new to her and which were redundant.&nbsp; There was a part of him that very much wanted to know what was going through her mind.&nbsp; If she knew she also knew...how to help him better control his powers...or at least come to grips with them?&nbsp; But was that true?&nbsp; Was there a part of him that was content with being some dark monster? It was far easier to protect the place if people feared him...outside people that is, most people realized he was too nice of a guy for that otherwise.&nbsp; As long as you didn't do anything stupid like hurt or harm his family, then you were good.<br><br>"So were is she going to room then?&nbsp; Yeah, I am pretty much up all night every night. I get a lot done normally.&nbsp; But if you need me for anything let me know." He responded.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>06-04-2020, 23:39:36</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> TW: OLD THOUGHTS OF SUICIDE<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Marley, CLOSED<br><hr>Tia looked around at the Cathedral and the enclosed grounds.&nbsp; It certainly wasn’t ideal but she had been to Laos and Cambodia and some parts of Africa that were probably just as hot.&nbsp; She couldn’t imagine what those people would be dealing with now.&nbsp; Mass famine, drought.&nbsp; Her heart ached for those people.&nbsp; This.&nbsp; This was a paradise compared to what those places were probably like now.&nbsp; Still this wasn’t going to be easy. Nothing was easy anymore.<br><br>The lame party comment got a chuckle out of Tia.&nbsp; She used to laugh a lot. Kesi was great at making her laugh, it was one of the things that had drawn Tia to her, but she didn’t find occasion to laugh much anymore.&nbsp; It was nice to remember that she could, even if it was just a little.&nbsp; As she relaxed under the sun a golden green tone began to bloom across her complexion and her body began to quite literally drink in the sun.&nbsp; The denim wasn’t the most comfortable thing to be wearing but it was tough and protected her against bumps and scrapes she would encounter while cleaning out the old building.&nbsp; Would she prefer to be naked at the moment basking in the heat? Sure, but it was hardly appropriate.&nbsp; <br><br>When Marley questioned her dedication to relaxation it was Tia’s turn to shrug.&nbsp; Relaxation left her free to deeply feel her loss.&nbsp; It wasn’t that she avoided it, but it was so tempting to lay in the dark and cry the days away.&nbsp; She had done that in the weeks after Kesi’s death. She had holed up in their home and cried.&nbsp; In her darkest moments she had contemplated joining Kesi. Laying down next to her and fading away. Kesi would have been so mad at her.&nbsp; It was that thought.&nbsp; Of Kesi standing at the doors of the afterlife and reading her the riot act about being selfish and stupid that had pushed her to get up and keep going.&nbsp; She still cried.&nbsp; There were moments of overwhelming sadness, but getting up and doing things helped. Having something for her mind to puzzle out, problems to solve, they were all great distractions.<br><br>“Relaxing gives me too much time to think,” she admitted. “And I have a project to work on.&nbsp; Oddly I find this sort of thing fun.”&nbsp; Tia looked over at the building and saw the potential of it not its current dilapidated state.&nbsp; “Besides, I plan of finding a nice quiet place tonight and enjoying a bottle of wine.&nbsp; Now that is relaxing.” A smile playing at corner of her mouth.&nbsp; It sounded like a really good idea and a ritual she and Kesi had had after a hard day’s work.<br><br>“I don’t mind, though I don’t see how dwelling on impending threats is relaxing.” Tia teased.&nbsp; Marley was a bit of an odd duck but she found herself liking the woman in spite if her necessary cautiousness. It was sweet of Marley to be concerned about her altercation with the IOS agents. It had been scary but not any more than anyone else had experienced once Eclipse had attacked.&nbsp; Tia had been more angered than traumatized when it happened.&nbsp; These people were supposed to be helping and instead acted like some sort of fascist assholes.<br><br>“Cashews,” Tia said. “Soak them overnight, blend them with a little lemon juice and some apple cider vinegar.&nbsp; My wife was vegan.”&nbsp; She added as a way of explanation.&nbsp; “I might be able to whip up something with some tofu, but I need the greenhouse for soybeans to make that happen.”&nbsp; Tia gave a little sigh and glanced at Marley in her one piece swimsuit.&nbsp; Not Tia’s choice. She wanted as much sun to touch her skin as possible, but Marley was much fairer skinned than she was.<br><br>“Not sure how much I can help.&nbsp; The agent I talk to was Malcolm Trench. Could have been former military or police. He had that build about him and was a pompous ass.&nbsp; As far as I can tell he had the right identification.&nbsp; The body armor on the men had an IOS logo on them, but they were pretty “nondescript otherwise.&nbsp; He tried the honey route first but made it clear that what he was asking wasn’t a request.&nbsp; I was needed and was coming with them one way or another.”&nbsp; She explained.&nbsp; “Not sure exactly if that is what you are looking for or if its any help.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>06-04-2020, 23:55:47</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th - 9:00 PM</strong></span><br><em>Medical Bay: computer center</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://celebcenter.net/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/49307806_229771817931363_9207385324347345540_n_icannotknow_29_3_2019_13_48_11_475.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Gia Devlin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15286077#msg15286077)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> black tank top, worn black running shorts<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Tracking down a hiding Amber<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> mention of Gigi<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Amber, closed<br><hr><br>Gia waited as Amber automatically went defensive and tried to push her away, she knew she just had to wait for the brunette to work through things.&nbsp; By looking into the future to see the results of pushing things, she saw that just lead to Amber getting more and more defensive, which wouldn't help anything.&nbsp; By waiting and letting Amber come to her self-realization on her own, things work out better in the long run.&nbsp; She chewed on her piece of jerky as she just waited and then it happened and Amber came clean and even asked for help.<br><br>Smiling at Amber, Gia reached over and patted the brunette's arm, "I will help you."&nbsp; She took a drink of water as she just relaxed in the very intelligent young woman's presence, "Now there are things I am not going to tell you about Gigi, just as I will protect your secrets that I discover by looking into the future."&nbsp; She looked at Amber softly, "But the first step is to apologize honestly to her.&nbsp; If you choose to reveal you are attracted to her, that usually helps things."&nbsp; <br><br>She leaned her chin on one of her hands as she pushed her long, silky blonde hair over her shoulder as she bite her lip thoughtfully.&nbsp; "You are probably wondering why I am willing to help, what is in it for me," she sighed as she looked around the room, "I have been considering how much is safe to reveal.&nbsp; My talking about the future, changes the possibilities, so I have to be careful on what I say."&nbsp; She shrugged her shoulders, "I can tell you that there is a possibility of the three of us becoming good friends and that leads to us having better lives."&nbsp; She watched Amber closely, to see how she reacted.&nbsp; She was telling the truth, just not all of the truth and had even prefaced that she was holding things back and why.&nbsp; Telling Amber that she was aiming toward a future when all three were lovers, wouldn't do any good, things were not in place for that goal to be realistic.&nbsp; She had to be patient and wait for things to develop with suggestions here and there.&nbsp; Everything she had said, was one of possibilities, just not her preferred possibility. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>07-04-2020, 02:17:30</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 8:10 AM</strong></span><br><em>Outside Front Door</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/8c/e3/69/8ce3695d630cb427d7e2a17b52c0a98d.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> Eric's black t-shirt<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Approving Tiggy, trying to be a better person<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> --<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Tiggy, Kaine | OPEN</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Marley pressed her lips together as one of her hands balled into a fist on the bottom edge of Eric’s dark t-shirt. <em>Barry had said what to this inexperienced girl?</em> The thought made her surprisingly protective, considering she had just met Antigone and she knew Barry meant well. He was a bright kid, and had been a student at the Cathedral for a long time. Horny or not, he wouldn’t hurt anyone. Marley was only able to relax her grip when Antigone said she still wished to sleep next to him. <em>At least Barry hadn’t scared her off entirely.</em> It would have been unfortunate if both her and Kaine had accepted the young woman into their home, only for Barry's behavior to send her away. <br><br>Of course, Kaine didn't officially say he approved of Antigone, but his words towards her were positive and encouraging enough. Despite their sexual tension, the armored woman had secured enough support from the two founders to stay. “Why don’t you get settled then, Antigone,” Marley looked at Kaine’s raised eyebrow, but didn’t press the subject further. They both accepted Antigone as a new student, and as such she should move into her new home like any other. Her bedroom was ultimately her choice. It didn’t matter that she was sleeping next to a potential love interest, or that she was sleeping in Eric’s old room where Marley herself had spent a considerable amount of time four years ago. And even if it <em>did</em>, Marley, wearing nothing but Eric’s t-shirt, was in no position to dissuade her. <br><br>“There is some formal paperwork to fill out, but we can deal with that later. Perhaps tomorrow. It’s Saturday, so none of our students have anything scheduled, other than to rest and socialize.” And do their homework. Though, Marley knew all of them would leave until Sunday night… or, even <em>Monday</em> morning. She gave a small, administrative sigh, and then smiled at the robotic woman. “Welcome to the Cathedral.” Her tone was light, but also <em>tired</em>. There had been a lot of new students as of late, without any additional funding or support from the IOS. She was beginning to wonder if it was even worth filling out the formal paperwork, but they still needed whatever amounts of funding the IOS would give. At least until Tia’s greenhouse and Amber’s new security measures were in place.<br><br>Marley swallowed, still keeping her hands low on Eric’s t-shirt. Something else was bothering her, too, besides the IOS and the funny heat. “We should talk, Kaine,” she stated quietly, glancing in his direction, “privately.”<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>07-04-2020, 06:20:40</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th, 8:10 AM</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Out front</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Vedaa_Arsenal.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Antigone Ray Shanae Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>Armored in Steel and Gold, full helm, black skirt and calf-high flex-steel war boots <br><strong>DOING:</strong> Arriving<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> The door to a previously unoccupied room closed behind someone before anyone could get a good look.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Kaine and Marley, Open<br><hr><br>Antigone, after having been told there would be questions, now having been told that she was accepted without interview and they would do the paperwork tomorrow? The response was confusing, then she took in the unease between the two, the state of undress, the balled up fist of restraint, and the veiled comment about 'most resisting'. Oh. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;With a raised eyebrow, Antigone parked her bike next to the front door. Mumbling under her breath as she passed Kaine, to get to the steps, "<sub>Resist the urge girl.</sub>" It would have been too quiet for normal people to hear, but Kaine's enhanced senses were not in the half-human's calculations for the moment. Antigone was followed into the house by her floating helmet, sword and saddlebags from her bike. She knew the way and was offering them the privacy Marley was asking. <br><br>She paced through the house, directly to the stairs and second floor landing, the sounds of a few rising and rousing meeting her ears. Moving to the sanctuary that she had been allowed, she all but jumped through the door as another opened on this floor. She settled the door closed and reveled in the Spartan furnishings. Already she was designing how to reinforce the walls for mountings and the ceiling for suspensions. She wondered where was Barry? Did he sit in the next room? Was he listening to her as she settled in to her new room? She focused on designs for her room. She stared at her sword, it hung in her view, she knew not where to put it. Where in her life did it hold space. As she stared she changed clothes. <br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d5/Vedaa_Arsenal_2.png)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Her armor settled onto the floor of her closet, neat and ready for assembly. She settled the sword upon her headboard before she sat upon her bed. She could hear Barry in the next room, she adjusted her bikini top, and threw a vest over her shoulders, she hadn't thought about her lightweight clothing before as revealing or concealing, just... less hot. Now she tried for appealing, and practiced her smile in the mirror. Her best faked smile seemed, well faked and half crazed. She sat upon her bed.<br><br>&lt;&lt;Exits scene&gt;&gt;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>07-04-2020, 06:29:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 8th - 8:28 AM</strong></span><br><em>Kitchen</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/gvsNAKB.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Gia Devlin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15286077#msg15286077)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Ripped up Jeans with an old tank top, dirty, holed running shoes<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Meeting the Founders and students.<br><strong>NOTE:</strong><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Kaine, Marley, Twins, Eric, Open<br><hr><br>Gia let a small smile cross her lips as she watched the interaction between Kaine and the twins, the twins behaving like great big puppies eager to please.&nbsp; She was finishing up with her breakfast, this was the best food that she had eaten in several months.&nbsp; Trail rations kept you going, but they did not satisfy ones desire for food.&nbsp; &nbsp;She carefully moped up all the syrup on the plate and gathered all the crumbs. Rolling her eyes as the twins just shoveled food into their mouths as quickly as possible as they hurried up so that they could go train.&nbsp; &nbsp;She wasn't going to be in that class today, so she didn't know what was going on in it, despite her hinting that she did know.&nbsp; That was something she was hoping to get help on from the teachers.&nbsp; She has looked forward to watch class, but she has found that nothing matched actually being there and experiencing it with all her senses, her time sense was visual and audio. <br><br>After she finished cleaning her plate of all signs of food she picked up plate and silverware and walked over to the sink and cleaned and put the dishes in dishwasher.&nbsp; She smiled cheekily at Eric, "I believe I am going to be placed in the bedroom close to Gigi's room."&nbsp; Then she looked over at Marley, "Although that might change now that I said something.&nbsp; Problem of talking about the future, once I say something, it changes the possibilities.&nbsp; Nothing is set in stone." She shrugged as she turned to Marley, "I am ready to go Marley and there was a small possibility that you wouldn't accept me, but it was exceedingly small and I did everything I could to reduce those chances." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Codexa</strong> on <strong>07-04-2020, 08:24:42</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>C.J had crossed her arms over her chest, letting her heavy duffle lay dusty and quiet at her feet, while she stared up at the mostly dark windows. During some pretty tough nights, when sleep at eluded her, and the voices of the lost haunted her, she’d laid on a tiny cot with a friend and listened to his soothing voice, taken joy in his smile, and made teasing promises to come and check it all out for herself one day.<br><br>&nbsp;Now she was here, just steps away from the front door, and she had to wonder if he was really here. If the woman that matched her sister’s description was still here. What if she’d traveled all this way for nothing? Releasing her breath in a small huff, CJ shifted her weight as she tried not to think that way. <br><br>That would get her absolutely nowhere, and besides, it wasn't as if she could really just turn around and leave anyway. <br><br>Frankly, CJ should have expected some kind of security measures to be in place, and technically, the thought was there, it was just hidden under a mountain of other thoughts and worries. The sudden appearance of someone right in front of her made the young woman twitch as a curse fell from her lips. <br><br>What the hell?!<br><br>Her heart does a marvelous job of climbing up her throat as she stares down what could only be described as a fucking nightmare wrapped in leather. It was like leather-face and the thing from Jeepers Creepers got down and dirty and the result was standing in front of her asking questions.<br><br><strong>“ Uh...Isn’t there supposed to be a halt before you ask who goes there?”</strong> Her lips twitched into something resembling a smile as she held her hands out to her sides, palms facing outward. Hopefully Mr. Creepy understood she meant no harm. She made no effort to move, though it was pretty plain that she was on edge, her shoulders tight with tension. She was tired, sorta edging toward grumpyville, and not in the mood to get in a fight. <strong>" I'm C.J "</strong> Her tone was light, conversational even. Hope tucked into the words as she attempted an introduction of sorts, and asked her own question.<strong>" Is there a Kaine Brooks here by chance?"</strong><br><br><em>Play it cool… smile. Be non-threatening, you got this.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>07-04-2020, 21:54:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Thursdy, January 11th - 8am</strong></span><br><em>Front Door</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> Tank Top, Gym Shorts, Socks, Slides(Flip-Flops)<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Welcoming Tiggy<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Marley, Antigone</span><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; While it was true he didn't outright say he voted for the ferrokinetic Valkyrie to stay, Marley took enough from his behavior and mannerisms to know he approved, and officially told her to settle in. "Welcome to the Madhouse. Hope you enjoy your stay," he told their newest resident with a smile. "You been standin' vigil for a while, so after you put your stuff up, go ahead and get some food. Consider it a reward for your first guard duty."<br><br>&nbsp;His fellow Founder told her that the weekends were usually completely free for the students, and he nodded his head. "Us too, most of the time. Just because the world kinda ended, doesn't change the weekend." Even with the awkwardness between them, he could hear how tired Marley was...mentally or figuratively he supposed as he was pretty sure <em>physically</em> she couldn't get tired, what with her always healing. He kept a smile despite Antigone whispering rather loudly in his own ears to Marley on her way inside. <br><br>Reaching up to his head, he pulled at the knot tied onto the back of his durag, and removed it from his skull to reveal perfectly kept waves. He lightly rubbed his hand over his hair to make sure everything was smooth, then placed the rag in his pocket. It took a few precious moments that allowed him to maintain this awkward silence and not turn it into even more awkward conversation. Marley decided to open up though and say what they were both thinking, but neither wanted to bring up. They needed to...<em>talk</em>. <br><br>He sighed softly, but nodded his head and put his hands on his hips. She was right; they did. He looked sidelong at her, because as she was dressed right now, it was still hard to see her straight on. "Yeah. I s'pose you're right. We do. You uhh...wanna change first? Or you okay talkin' like this? Seems a bit uncomfortable for the situation."<br><br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>07-04-2020, 23:17:23</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th, 9:00am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Antigone's Room</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> Listening in<br><strong>NOTE:</strong>&nbsp; <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Antigone<br><hr> <br>&nbsp;Barry had finished his rounds and he was up in his room coming in from the back way. With his window open he heard some of the conversations.&nbsp; He didn’t think he had pressed her, sure he was joking about the concubine…a little bit. Did he want that from her or with her…YES!&nbsp; But it wouldn’t be forceful so much as a mutual thing.&nbsp; Maybe he didn’t get that across and he had offended her.&nbsp; He realized that now it was wrong to imply that she would be his plaything and he felt bad.&nbsp; But what he didn’t expect was for her to come back upstairs and while he heard the door closed he realized his place was to not be some wimpy person and man-up and apologize since both Kaine and Marley seemed to have been ones to state that he was…not in control of himself and most of the time he tried hard to do that. <br><br><br>&nbsp;He pulled out a joint and lit it with the friction of his fingers. He hit it a couple of times before putting it out.&nbsp; He was breathing fast with his nervousness but a few seconds later he was fine with a scent of Jasmine floating around him.&nbsp; He was calm and relaxed now and with that, he went to go knock on his neighbor’s door. <strong><em> He could only hope she would accept his apology as he wanted…to get to know her for her and if anything happened it would be her choice.&nbsp; Not him forcing her to do something that was wrong…he wasn’t the bad guy!!!</em></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>07-04-2020, 23:58:23</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th – 9:00pm</strong></span><br><em>Roof</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fb/B9a34e3285c24644d42b4d8bc80d7534.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Gigi Dias<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> As above<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Date Night<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> None<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gia, CLOSED<br><hr><br>The letter shoved under Gia’s door just read.&nbsp; 'Come find me at 9:00.' <br><br>They had seen a lot of each other this week.&nbsp; While Gia was getting settled in with classes and Gigi had her own jobs around the Cathedral to attend there was still plenty of time to hang out, chat and generally get to know one another.&nbsp; Gia was friendly and flirty and all around wonderful and it was so easy for little feelings to start to grow.&nbsp; Of course, it could just be infatuation.&nbsp; Gia was beautiful and sexy and Gigi was woefully unprepared to deal with it.&nbsp; <br><br>Gigi had spent most of her teenage years on the run from her parents’ company.&nbsp; She had lived on stolen atm funds, lucky lottery tickets and when all else failed homeless shelters.&nbsp; She couldn’t get a bank account or credit card. She would have been too easy to trace.&nbsp; She had learned that the hard way early on.&nbsp; Gigi never got to go to high school. Never had a prom.&nbsp; Her last dance had been a middle school mixer. She had never experienced love or learned how to deal with a break-up.&nbsp; It was all new to her.&nbsp; It made her excited and scared.&nbsp; She knew she smiled when Gia appeared and fretted that she was making way to much of Gia’s friendship. All in all the pretty blond had her twisted up in all the best sort of knots. So she had made up her mind to tell Gia how she was feeling and asked Gia out on a date.&nbsp; Much to Gigi’s pleasure and panic she had said yes!<br><br>Gigi had never been on a date. Sure, she had an idea of what to do. She had seen movies and had kissed another girl once at the Cathedral before the Eclipse, but a date, date had never happened.&nbsp; How do you date during the apocalypse?&nbsp; That question had engrossed her mind all week. Normally she would have bounced ideas off of Amanda and her absence had never been felt so keenly.&nbsp; Eventually she settled on her spot.&nbsp; The spot she and Amanda used to go when the world seemed to be crashing down around them and they needed to get away.&nbsp; The roof. <br><br>Facing the front of the Cathedral was a section of roof where the pitch was flatter than the rest. It was the perfect spot to lay a blanket down and stare up at the stars.&nbsp; &nbsp;That was where Gigi waited.&nbsp; She worn a black dress that was long enough that she could tuck her lugs up into it if she was cold.&nbsp; It was covered in little white and yellow sunflowers that matched the yellow carnation in her hair.&nbsp; It wasn’t a real carnation, it was silk and plucked from a vase in her room.&nbsp; Gigi loved flowers.&nbsp; <br><br>The dress’s neckline plunged dangerously.&nbsp; There would be no mistaking the way Gigi looked as anything other than girl on a date.&nbsp; At her side, away from the easiest access to the roof, was an old Hello Kitty lunch box. Inside were a couple of peaches and plums.&nbsp; They were hard to come by but unlike citrus managed to survive here and there.&nbsp; Under the fruit were a couple of pieces of dove milk chocolate from Tia’s secret stash.&nbsp; Gigi had left an IOU and a promise that she would find some more for her but wanted them for someone special.&nbsp; She hoped the woman would understand.<br><br>Gigi waited and it seemed like an eternity.&nbsp; Her legs were pulled up under the hem of her dress and she hugged them to her so that she could rest her head against them.&nbsp; Her heart was beating a million times a minute and she was just starting to wonder if she should have left more on the note when she heard someone walking carefully towards her.&nbsp; Her head turned so she was looking over her shoulder at the pretty girl's approach.&nbsp; The smile that lit up her face was automatic.&nbsp; She couldn’t not have hid it in that moment if she tried.<br><br>A delicate hand reached out to pat the spot on the blanket next to her. “Come. Sit.” She said simply and her knees turned so that she was sitting on her hip, facing Gia.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>08-04-2020, 00:31:04</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://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> Waiting for the new student<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> None<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> CJ, CLOSED<br><hr><br>Tia had already been awake for hours.&nbsp; It was best to work in the morning and the evening before the heat of the day made it uncomfortable for some and deadly for others.&nbsp; Normally Tia would have woken up Gigi and dragged the girl along with her.&nbsp; It was always more lucrative salvage when she had someone along that could cheat the system and stumble on some of the best cashes of goods she had ever found.&nbsp; Still Gigi wasn’t the best at helping drag things back and they had found a lot of the salvageable goods that were nearby.&nbsp; <br><br>Gigi was probably still asleep but according to the founders she was busy getting a lesson together for Monday and would be unavailable for this little excursion.&nbsp; Instead they suggested the new girl.&nbsp; She went by CJ and had only showed up two days before.&nbsp; Knowing Marley as she did Tia suspected the nominal leader of the Cathedral would be asking a lot of questions later about how the girl did and what they talked about. Tia chuckled at the thought.<br><br>CJ was supposed to meet her near the back gate and that was wear Tia waited in the shadow of the makeshift wall near the “junkyard.”&nbsp; It wasn’t really a junkyard.&nbsp; It was where some of the larger pieces of salvage were taken and left until they could be parted out or otherwise used.&nbsp; There were piles of wood and brick, pipes, old cars, tractors motors and other such valuable detritus sorted and haphazardly stacked.&nbsp; Her back was against the wall as was one booted foot.&nbsp; Her body language was one of eased content.&nbsp; She wasn't in a rush.&nbsp; Tia wore cut denim shorts that hugged her form and a nude sleeveless body suit.&nbsp; Her naturally caramel skin tanned deeper by the sun.&nbsp; Her black hair fell about her shoulders and was clipped back to keep it out of her eyes.&nbsp; &nbsp;A pair of knee-high cowboy boots adorned her feet.<br><br>She planned to explore a little further afield today.&nbsp; She wasn’t expecting to find some giant haul but her old beat up truck was parked next to the gate anyway and they could toss anything useful into the back if they found it.&nbsp; Tia spotted a figure crossing exit the house and let her gaze follow the woman, a friendly smile on her face.&nbsp; Tia wasn’t the kind of person to give a new recruit a lot of shit just because they were new.&nbsp; As far as she was concerned, they were all in this together.&nbsp; You were generally good in her eyes until you proved yourself to be something different.<br><br>“Morning.” She greeted the woman and pushed herself off the wall, extending her hand in greeting.&nbsp; “I’m Tia,” Her smile was pleasant and warm much like Tia herself.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>08-04-2020, 03:57:14</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th, 9:00 AM</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Tiggy's Room, Squee!</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d5/Vedaa_Arsenal_2.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Antigone Ray Shanae Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Turquoise bikini top and bottom, grey vest and knee length skirt, flex-steel combat boots<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Sweating bullets<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Barry<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Antigone paced off her room again, her plans for the room developing as she focused. Withdrawing her chair, she climbed to reach the ceiling. She lightly marked a square on the ceiling with a bit of charcoal from her bags. Yes, the suspension chain and hook there. Stepping down from the chair she again surveyed the room, Light markings delineate where shelving and improvements to the room should go. She even intended to extend the base of the window for a reading nook. The knock at her door and her hand reached for her sword, lining up like a needle to the North, but she did not call her blade. This was a safe place they said, she needed to hear that, to see the truth of that, and that required offering them the chance. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Knocking was a courtesy, she hadn't even looked to see that there was a lock on the door. There was, but she hadn't expected it, so she hadn't sealed it. She rolled the handle with her power, opening the door as she stood in the center of the room. "Yes? Who is it?" Antigone turned to the door. "Oh, hello." She squared up and smiled, like she practiced. Her head tilted. She remembered the meme about the crazy girlfriend.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>08-04-2020, 06:26:29</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th, 9:00am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Antigone's Room</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> Listening in<br><strong>NOTE:</strong>&nbsp; <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Antigone<br><hr> <br>“Hello Antigone.”&nbsp; He gave her a half smile, there was a part of him kind of expected her to stay away from him, not out of fear but perhaps distrust.&nbsp; So the fact that she used her powers to open the door, he understood.&nbsp; He walked in but stopped away from her a bit.&nbsp; He coughed to clear his throat as he looked about the room quickly.&nbsp; <br><br>“Umm Hi.&nbsp; Ah…About earlier.&nbsp; I wanted to apologize about what I said.&nbsp; I by no means meant to obligate you or make you feel a certain way towards me.” &nbsp;He was much calmer than his verbal diarrhea from before.&nbsp; In truth he was relaxed almost…cool. <br><br>&nbsp;“I like you Antigone.&nbsp; I am not some giant alien like Kaine, or some walking chocolate demigod like Eric. I am just plain ol’ me and I wasn’t sure if that was enough to get your attention.&nbsp; I would never push up…make you think you had to sleep with me to stay here.&nbsp; I understand that my jest was inappropriate and I am sorry.&nbsp; Maybe you will forgive me?” &nbsp; &nbsp;He breathed as his eyes met her own as he stood before her only a foot between them now.<br><br>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>08-04-2020, 06:49:51</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>January 10th - 3am</strong></span><br><em>Entrance to Cathedral - Outside</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> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Noob Siabot</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://d1lss44hh2trtw.cloudfront.net/assets/article/2019/08/13/how-to-do-secret-noob-saibot-brutality_feature.jpeg)</div></div><br><strong>DOING:</strong> Greetings<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> You are going where?<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; CJ<br><hr> <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>“Nope you don’t tell me how to do security and I won't tell you how to die if you give me the wrong answer!” He spoke like a ghost, spectral, haunting.&nbsp; He knew how to scare he had lots of practice, it was the darkness alone and being alone by himself most of the time that let him practice a lot.<br><br>He watched as she put her hands out he wondered what her powers were and should he move now to avoid whatever attack might come.<br><br>“So CJ what are you doing here and why are you traveling in the middle of the night?”&nbsp; He was still headless horseman in voice as he held her in his blue gaze he could see she was tired but she wasn’t defenseless by any means.&nbsp; <br><br><strong><em>‘Figures yet another that the big motherfuc….it wasn’t even worth it anymore.’</em></strong>&nbsp; He thought when she told him who she was looking for.&nbsp; <br><br><strong><em> ‘might as well accept him getting all the women around here.’</em></strong>&nbsp; “Yeah he is here, he is either in the garage out back or in his room on the third floor.”&nbsp; His dark visage faded and he was in his normal black t-shirt and BDU pants.&nbsp; He realized that his was not a common name so either she knew him or she was hunting him either way he wouldn’t waste any more time with questions.&nbsp; He moved to go pick up her duffel bag.<br><br>&nbsp; “Come on, he might be glad to see you.” <strong><em> ‘Unless he is busy then you have to wait your turn!’ </em></strong> He gestured to the house. &nbsp;“Is there some reason why you are still traveling this late.&nbsp; Just had to get to Kaine??” &nbsp;He did his best not to sound jealous keep his voice neutral but he was still a bit touched and seeing this lovely come up and just ask for him too didn’t help matters much at all!<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Mansion}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>08-04-2020, 17:00:12</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th, 9:00 AM</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Tiggy's Room, Squee!</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d5/Vedaa_Arsenal_2.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Antigone Ray Shanae Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Turquoise bikini top and bottom, grey vest and knee length skirt, flex-steel combat boots<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Sweating bullets<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Barry<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Antigone allowed his entrance, she had opened the door. She listened to his words. And instead of the flustered hunger that she had felt this morning, anger rose. "Did you mean it? What you said? Did you mean it?" She stepped closer, her chin tilting up as she kept her eyes on his, five feet between them. "You can't make me feel anything, I have no obligation to you. I paid my pancakes debt to you by guarding your front door until your leaders relieved me." Another step, three-and-a-half feet apart. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"You seem to be under the impression that now that I have chosen to be here, you need to release me from all obligation to the 'love-slave concubine' title you told me you wished I would collar myself." Her anger rose more. "Did you mean what you said or not. If you mean it, then you say it. Stand and be honest." <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Her demeanor fell away. His presence burned in her again. She could smell the man. "I like you. I am interested in you. Frenetic, wishy-washy, unsure, you." Another step, her hand rose to curl over his shoulder. "Tall, strong you."&nbsp; Her hand on his chest was magic, feeling him through his t-shirt, the muscle underneath. "I enjoyed our kiss. Did you? It was by choice, and I made that one." Was this right, was this how it should be? She pulled him down, "We will kiss again, soon. Perhaps more." She stepped back. Only two feet separated them, she couldn't bring herself to leave his scent. "As soon as I am sure that I am making these decisions." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>08-04-2020, 18:08:13</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Tuesday, January 14th - 12:30pm</strong></span><br><em>Medical Bay</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ca/57/58/ca5758f31afa250c688896007326854f.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> Romper (as pictured), tan sandals<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Finances, eating a popsicle<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> --<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Adam, Tiggy | OPEN</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Marley had spent most of Tuesday morning by herself. It wasn’t because of her love life, though that was still complicated as fuck. It was because someone needed to work through the Cathedral’s financial problems. She had started in the dining room, but had quickly moved to the medical bay. While the Eclipse had destroyed the WIFI, the electrical systems of the Cathedral allowed their state of the art computers to still turn on, and software to open. She sat in front of one of the large screens, one hand on the arrow key, the other holding an orange popsicle in her mouth. Large maps and papers were scattered in front of her, so much so that the rest of the computer keyboard was barely visible. As she flipped through old documents and archives saved to their hard drive long ago, her bright blue eyes scanned for new solutions. <em>Amber did a good job recovering the files, at least.</em><br><br>At the three knocks, she turned her head, the wheels of her chair rolling along the metal floor as she simultaneously pushed away from the computer. Most people in the house didn’t bother knocking, so it was a welcomed change. There was a <em>smack</em> as she pulled the popsicle from her lips. It may have been her forth one, but she was immortal so who gave a fuck what she ate for lunch. Those same blue eyes drifted from the poised young woman in her armor to the young, weathered and uncomfortable male behind her. <br><br><em>Interesting, indeed.</em> She swallowed, choosing her next words carefully. Undoubtedly, Antigone’s attire and demeanor was a bit startling to those who didn't know her. “Thank you, Antigone,” Marley stayed in her chair, still facing towards her work. Antigone’s actions were awkward, but not incorrect. “You may go to your afternoon combat class if you wish,” she emphasized the words <em>combat class</em> for the young man’s benefit, as if it explained Antigone's outfit, “I should be <em>just</em> fine here.” It certainly wasn't her first student introduction, and something told her it probably wouldn't be her last, either. Although she appreciated Antigone's protective nature, her sword was probably a bit too much in this case. Or at least, Marley <em>hoped</em> it was.<br><br>She took a bite of her popsicle, and chewed. The mango flavor wasn't as good as the lime one she had ate ten minutes ago. <em>Yet another new person had arrived on her doorstep.</em> It reminded her of when the Cathedral first went public. Only then, they had the finances of the IOS to support a steady influx of members, so new faces were far less stressful. She finally turned her chair towards the young man, titled her head at him with a sly smile. “If you are requesting an audience with me, I <em>do</em> hope you’ve brought something to show and tell, Adam Kincaid.”<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>08-04-2020, 18:38:53</strong>
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				<br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th, 9:00am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Antigone's Room</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> Listening in<br><strong>NOTE:</strong>&nbsp; <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Antigone<br><hr> <br><br>The door closed behind him and he wanted to move closer to her. His desire for her had not changed but there was something in hearing their conversation about him downstairs, that made him feel like he was wrong in stating his wishes even in jest.&nbsp; He couldn’t help the fact that she made him want to step out on to that ledge and just be himself.&nbsp; Be that educated geek that simply desired to make the world a better place with the woman he was with.&nbsp; Sure the others had their secrets and undercover lovers.&nbsp; He didn’t have that or want those he wanted someone to be with, spend time with that simply accepted him for him, no guile, no pretense. <br><br>Antigone didn’t understand him completely, didn’t always get his innuendos but he didn’t care she seemed to just like him for him and that was more than enough for now.<br><br>“Did I mean?&nbsp; Did I mean what?” &nbsp;He realized she was moving closer to him, slowly but she was moving closer and she didn’t have a sword in her hand.&nbsp; “No you have no obligation to me and I have no power that will make you long for me or hunger for me.” &nbsp;He watched her as she stepped to him, she was tentative, ever the soldier but he didn’t move away…he was only slightly fearful…but it was not of her, but of her turning him away.&nbsp; It wasn’t like he didn’t deserve it after all. <br><br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;He looked at her listening to her the timbrel in her voice hit his ears and the look on her face was…anger?!?&nbsp; He frowns a bit as his drug-induced haze gave him some amount of recognition.&nbsp; He moved closer to her now, his hands rested on her hips and he looked her in the eyes.&nbsp; He wasn’t hyperactive Barry right now he was the engineer.&nbsp; “I Barry want you Antigone to be my love-slave, my concubine, my friend, and plaything as long as I am yours as well.&nbsp; Is that something you can handle?!?” &nbsp;He stood there his fingers clearly resting upon her behind as she moved to pull him closer as well.&nbsp; <br><br>“I am not wishy-washy!&nbsp; I’m trying to make sure you don’t feel I am taking away your will…would I like to command you…Yes.&nbsp; Be your master and bed mate…Hell’s yes.&nbsp; But I need for you to choose me…not settle on me.” &nbsp;He felt her hand on his chest and he couldn’t help but smile at feeling her warm touch.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“I look forward to more kisses from you. It has been all I have been thinking about since I left to go on patrol and I long for more….”&nbsp; His nose grazed her own, his lips lightly brushing hers. <br><br>“I would like that…I would like that very much Antigone.”&nbsp; He smirked a sly smile.&nbsp; <br><br>“I want to kiss you and more and make you feel all of the hungry desire I have had waiting just for you!” &nbsp;He caressed her cheek. <br><br>&nbsp;“Just let me know.” <br>&nbsp;He pulled the bracelet off of his wrist and put it on hers. &nbsp;“Until…I can get you, your collar.”&nbsp; He said since that is what angered her before that she thought he had changed his mind when he hadn’t.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Mansion}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>09-04-2020, 02:05:19</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 9:00 pm</strong></span><br><em>Roof</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/McLj4bH.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Gia Devlin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15286077#msg15286077)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> form fitting Black Lace over white silk dress, sleeveless with a V neck ending just above her knees<br><strong>DOING:</strong> First Date with Gigi<br><strong>NOTE:</strong><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Gigi, Closed<br><hr><br>Gigi had asked her out on a date and even though Gia had foreseen it multiple times, she was still excited to actually go on it.&nbsp; Gigi was taking her for a picnic dinner on the roof, not that the pretty brunette had actually told her that, it was a sorta surprise. Gigi knew what her power was and that Gia was always looking a little into the future. Living through an experience was a much fuller experience than seeing and hearing an event in the future.&nbsp; It did happen on the sooner side, which made the busty blonde especially happy. <br><br>As soon as Gigi asked her, she hugged the other young woman and immediately said Yes.&nbsp; Gia was so happy that Gigi was growing closer to her, she knew she was going to like the brunette, but that didn't guarantee that Gigi was going to get along with her.&nbsp; One thing that her visions didn't transfer to her, was how much she liked how Gigi smelled, how comforting it was to be in the taller young woman's arms.&nbsp; &nbsp;She really enjoyed just talking with Gigi, both of them had similar experience with how to talk about how they perceived the world.&nbsp; Anyone who walked in on one of their conversations would get exposed to the mixing of future, present and past tense as they talked about possibilities. <br><br>But now the date was happening and she immediately went to the clothing storage to find a particular dress, a form fitting Black Lace over white silk dress, sleeveless with a V neck ending just above her knees.&nbsp; It was a good first date dress, tight enough to attract but covers enough to not be overwhelming.&nbsp; In there talks, she had discovered that Gigi didn't have that much experience with relationships.&nbsp; Gia didn't have a normal high school experience, but it was closer to normal than Gigi and she had gone on dates before.&nbsp; &nbsp;She would have loved to wear heels, but high heels were terrible for the ceiling, instead she choose some nice slippers that would protect her feet against the tiles.&nbsp; After picking her heels, she spent the rest of the time, showering, shaving and brushing out her hair for the perfect amount of curl and smoothness, making sure her long blonde silky hair hung down around her shoulders enticingly.&nbsp; Unfortunately she couldn't go the full nine yards, the cosmetics just weren't available anymore. <br><br>Checking herself one more time in the mirror, she nodded herself, took a deep breath and walked out of her room and down the hallway toward the roof access.&nbsp; anyone seeing her would know she was on her way for a date.&nbsp; She climbed out onto the roof about 5 minutes before 9 pm, not too soon but early so that Gigi wouldn't get anxious about her not showing up.&nbsp; She carefully made her way towards where Gigi had setup a blanket on a flat part of the roof where they had an awesome skyline to look at.&nbsp; Although Gia would rather look at Gigi, who was looking very pretty in her black dress.&nbsp; "Hello Gigi, this is a great location," she smiled as she folded her legs to the side, leaning in towards Gigi, their shoulders nearly touching.&nbsp; "It has an awesome view," although Gia was looking at Gigi more than the skyline.&nbsp; She smiled softly at Gigi, looking up through her eyelashes, "That is a very pretty dress," Gia let her eyes slide down into Gigi's cleavage, admiring the view before she brought her eyes back to Gigi's face.&nbsp; She smiled as she noticed the carnation in Gigi's hair, loving how it softened up Gigi's demeanor. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Mansion}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>09-04-2020, 06:54:35</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th, 9:00 AM</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Tiggy's Room, Squee!</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d5/Vedaa_Arsenal_2.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Antigone Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Turquoise bikini top and bottom, grey vest and knee length skirt, flex-steel combat boots<br><strong>DOING:</strong> <br><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Barry/closed<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Antigone felt the contact, his touch so intimate, hands on her hips, fingers playing just at the top of her ass. Her skirt such a pathetic shield or covering for her protected areas. She stepped back a bit further twisting to the side. His caress on her cheek, she curls her head into her cheek. "Barry, I want it too, but I want it to be honest and not in the moment." <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; She didn't want to hurt him, so she kept contact with her arm, sliding down to holding his hand. Stepping back, "Let's start with 'More than Friends'. Please." She sat on the edge of her bed, offering him the desk chair. "I probably should know more about you. You should know more about me." They had started off well downstairs, then they revved out of control as they neared this room. Now she was trying to calm their blood a bit. Oh, she wanted to throw him on the bed like she had seen in the two pornos she had watched when she was a teen, but there was a place for passion and she had been raised that it was a thought out decision.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; She accepted the bracelet, feeling the metal, and spinning it about her wrist with her power. It was strong, much wider than her wrist, but that took only a minor flexing of her power to fit it appropriately to her wrist, links thinned and multiplied to become a double band of thinner more feminine links about her wrist. "I accept it, let's work up to the collar." She raised her gaze from the work on the bracelet. "I am Antigone, you are Barry, I eat less, you eat more. You process quickly, I process volume. We are both abnormal, though your... our leaders still look at us as human, though I have an ET mother. You mentioned Kaine shares the trans-galactic heritage? Who is this chocolate demi-god you speak of, Eric? Please tell me you are being colorful. A few years ago I wouldn't have had to ask, but the world has changed, mutants abound, and I wouldn't be overly surprised that a godling, or alien race calling themselves gods were here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>09-04-2020, 07:24:55</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th, 9:00am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Antigone's Room</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> Listening in<br><strong>NOTE:</strong>&nbsp; <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Antigone<br><hr> <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>He watched as she leaned into his touch. He was enjoying it till the confusion gripped him once again.&nbsp; “I am being honest and in the moment…You want it to be planned, not spontaneous?” He clearly didn’t understand, he thought that is what most people wanted to act in the moment…she wanted to be more focused or careful with him.&nbsp; He didn’t know why but he had upset her enough already.<br>He watched as she moved away but didn’t let go of his arm as he moved with her to the chair as she sat on the bed.&nbsp; “More than friends.” &nbsp;He smiled realizing they were together…somewhat but she wanted much more connection than intimacy right now he could accept that.&nbsp; “that is fine.&nbsp; What do you wish to know?”&nbsp; He could only hope he hadn’t upset her and she didn’t want him like that anymore.&nbsp; He would deal with ‘More than friends’. <br><br>He blushed hearing her words and that the collar was something she was open to him getting for her at some point…perhaps.<br><br>“What do you mean?&nbsp; Kaine is part alien yes and I have been told Eric looks like some deity dipped in chocolate.&nbsp; I am being honest.&nbsp; If you like the cute muscle bound look he would be…all of that and a bag of chips?&nbsp; So I guess that would be me jesting.” &nbsp;He shrugged not thinking he was jealous…maybe a bit considering they both had women.&nbsp; “I don’t think he is a god but being able to wield darkness like you or I brush our teeth is some power indeed.”&nbsp; He listened to her and smiled.&nbsp; “Ok that is the basics what do you wish to know in particular?”<br><br>“You wield metal, I wield electricity.&nbsp; You are a warrior I know how to fight…your lips taste amazing and …I like kissing them.”&nbsp; He said with a blush of his own now.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Mansion}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>10-04-2020, 20:12:21</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 15th - 3:15 PM</strong></span><br><em>Medical Bay</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ca/e8/99/cae899c1c0fc576235398a1e117ed276.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> Romper (pictured), bare feet<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Entering a crisis<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Unknown, healed<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Eric, CJ, Kaine, Xidora | OPEN</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>THIRTY MINUTES AGO</strong><br><br>"I'll come back and help you, I just need to change my shoes." Marley had intended to watch the afternoon combat session, not participate in it. Heels were a poor choice, beyond the font porch of the house. She left the student carrying equipment across the front yard and entered the lobby, bright with the afternoon sun. It still felt like the heat was vibrating, but she chose to ignore it. <em>It was just stress</em>, she had decided. One flight of stairs, then the other. Into her bedroom. Marley kicked off her high heels and dug into her dresser for a few minutes before realizing she only had one pair of sneakers in her room. She slowly pulled them out, and held them in her hand. <em>They were the new, clean white ones she had worn when Kaine had made it snow for her, before they were intimate in the house for the first time ever.</em> That was almost week ago. Her eyelashes fluttered at the memory, then her heart sank with everything that had happened after it. She dropped the shoes on the floor.<br><br>Her other running shoes were downstairs, in the storage lockers. She sighed heavily, but walked back out of her bedroom, stopping at one of the bathrooms on the third floor. <em>May as well go now before she had to come back in the house again.</em> Behind the closed bathroom door, the toilet flushed as she washed her soft hands. She had spent the morning with Eric, but their relationship was still a fucking disaster. She just wished the sex was easier to walk away from. She placed her hands together and ran the water over her face, too. As they fell, her blue eyes looked at her reflection in the mirror. She looked... <em>perfect</em>; untouched; radiant. The water dripped from her square chin onto the sink counter as her blue eyes reflected back into her. Moments passed. She kept looking at herself, not moving, as if there was an answer there.<br><br><em>That poor student had been waiting almost fifteen minutes by now.</em> She should really get back to them. She grabbed a towel and dried her face, and heard the thunderous, unmistakable <em>boom</em> of a crash. Her blue eyes drifted to the closed bathroom window, and watched the sky flash with bright colors. <em>What the fuck was</em> -- she stepped towards the window pane, raising her hand. Her blue eyes fixated on its glass, as if mesmerized by what she couldn't see outside. As her hand rose to the window, her fingers extended slowly in front of her face, absentmindedly, dropping the towel to the floor of the bathroom. As the towel hit the ground, she realized her hand was <em>shaking</em>. <em>Why was her hand shaking?</em> Marley's trance immediately broke, and she lowered her hand to examine it. There was a second <em>boom</em>, and the bathroom around her rattled with its force. Marley noticed that both of her hands were shaking. They trembled and vibrated in front of her uncontrollably. <em>What was happening to</em> -- suddenly the bathroom rattling stopped and her hands went still. For just a moment, Marley thought she imagined the whole thing. But then, and only then, did the sharp <em>pain</em> jolt through her body. Not in her hands, but in her head, and down her spine, igniting every <em>nerve</em> at once with agony. Marley froze, like a puppet pulled back on its strings, unable to speak, unable to move but to blink in pain, mouth agape. <br><br>Then all at once, it released her, and she fell to the bathroom floor unconscious.<br><br><strong>FIVE MINUTES AGO</strong><br><br>Marley rolled over, as if awakening from nap. She inhaled through her nose softly. The floor bathroom floor was cold. She ran a hand over her face. <em>Her hands.</em> She sat up and glanced at both palms, flexing her fingers back and forth. They were fine; they were absolutely fine; she could control them again. She felt no pain. She felt... normal. She grabbed the side of the bathtub and pulled herself up. She stood on her legs fine too, without imbalance or dizziness. She twisted, looking at her face in the mirror. No marks, no scars, no... nothing. She was <em>perfect</em> again. Immediately, Marley started running her normal hands over her normal limbs, checking herself as only someone with regenerative powers would. Her left hand grazed over the back of her right arm, her fingers dancing over the black '01' above her elbow. Her tattoo was still there, but that was expected too. She looked absolutely fucking unremarkable. <em>But what had happened to her?</em> She swallowed, looking over at her reflection in the mirror again. <em>Was she... sick</em>? She wondered if this was connected to her poor memory, if her suspicions were right and her powers couldn't heal everything. Was her brain <em>sick</em>?<br><br><em>Fuck. The combat class.</em> Marley turned and hung the hand towel, leaving the bathroom as pristine as if nothing had happened. She would worry about her health later. She opened the closed bathroom door and jogged down the hall. One flight of stairs, the the other. But as she descended the second set, she could hear more commotion outside. She was about to leave when she also heard people taking in the Medical Bay behind her. She recognized Eric's deep voice, but it didn't sound like he was teaching C.J. about their medical supplies. Marley turned, and quickly entered. Her attention was immediately brought to Antigone on one of the silver, operating tables. "What happened?" She asked the medical student and the EMT, "I was changing my shoes and..." her blue eyes darted to her bare feet. She shook her head, and focused on the injured student before her. Her shoulder and neck were braced. She watched very closely... <em>one</em>... <em>two</em>... and Antigone's chest rose and fell. Marley exhaled sharply through her nose in relief. She was alive, just resting. "Why is Antigone recovering in the Medical Bay?" Her blue eyes flashed from Eric to C.J., clearly missing.... <em>something</em>, unless combat class took a horrid turn.<br><br>No one had time to answer that question, or any of her others. Kaine appeared behind her suddenly, asking for aid. Her blue eyes widened, and not just because he was carrying someone with silver hair, green skin and green blood. <em>What did he mean, a ship crash?</em> Marley wasted another second blinking before moving to another operating table, across from Antigone. "Put them here," she said to Kaine, and then moved quickly to the sink, washing her hands and ignoring her bare feet. "Tell me what you need me to do," Marley looked over at Eric and C.J., while sterilizing her hands. She did not have a medical background, but two years ago she had sat on the wooden floor of Eric's bedroom and helped him memorize the names of each surgical tool and its use, in between cold pizza and sex. "And tell me what instruments you need." Fortunately, the Cathedral rarely needed to use their Medical Bay to its full capacity. However, this meant that all of their surgical equipment would need to be sterilized too. But Marley could do that. Eric and C.J. could operate, and she could be a damn good scrub nurse. She wasn't afraid of blood, even if it was green.<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>11-04-2020, 06:17:05</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 15th - 3:15 PM</strong></span><br><em>Medical Bay</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> t-shirt, pants and boots<br><br><strong>DOING:</strong> The thing he was trained for...he loved it but hated it.<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Professional<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; CJ, Marley, Kaine, Xidora, OPEN<br><hr><br><br>“I am gonna need the forceps and cauterizer first. Lots of sponges as I don’t know how bad her shoulder is nor how deep.&nbsp; Keep Barry busy, we don’t need him freaking out.&nbsp; CJ…you are? EMT right?” He did his best to remember.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Check over the green woman, see what you can get on her as far as an assessment goes.” He knew Marley could get him what he needed as he worked on Antigone, she was about as good with knowing the instruments as he was.&nbsp; She helped him study.&nbsp; He was aware of CJ’s medical background that would be good till he could assess the green woman himself, but he had to trust her and hope there new house guest had a physiology similar to their own. <br><br>“Kaine…”&nbsp; Just saying his name was bile in his mouth right now.&nbsp; But that was not important.&nbsp; He could focus on that task at hand, not the messy situation that was his relationship with his brother and his lover.&nbsp; "…I need to know the status of the rest of the members of the ship. Any biological readouts and bio samples we can get on that one would be useful and if we need to harvest any organs to keep her alive we need them warm and we need them now…use Barry if you need too…please and thank you!”&nbsp; <br><br>His words were totally profession but rather curt if anyone knew him, as he gestured to the woman on the table.<br><br>He went back to work on Antigone.&nbsp; “Do you want a sedative or not??” &nbsp;He asked the woman as he was a monster but not a complete ass.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Mansion}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>11-04-2020, 17:19:31</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th, 8:10 AM</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Med Bay</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Vedaa_Arsenal.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Antigone Ray Shanae Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>Armored in Steel and Gold, full helm, black skirt and calf-high flex-steel war boots <br><strong>DOING:</strong> Being patient number one<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> Distracted with pain<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Eric, Marley, open<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Antigone lay, her eyes closed, her breathing under control, because she said it was under control damnit! Fading in and out of consciousness was a bitch. Marley's voice, Eric's voice, who... CJ, the new girl that the boy had been looking for? She arched her back just the slightest as she struggled with the choking pain. She needed to sit up, and tried, and stopped. Then she relaxed into her armor and willed the armor to sit up. That worked much better. People were talking, Eric''s low tones, Marley's either she was confused about something, or Antigone just wasn't hearing everything. "Barry, go away. Help them," Antigone felt that crease between her eyes as she hoped he would not see her weak, see her downed. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; As Eric focused his attentions, Antigone opened her armor, the splintered pauldron peeling away from the shallow gash and the snapped clavicle. Her shoulder was supported by the armor, but the muscles had it all bunched up and curled in. The collar bone was a clean break, almost cut. The armor had deflected the piece of ship that had hit her, only a shallow cut occurred, though it was deep enough to break the bone. Deeper investigation will prove little fragmentation of the bone, nothing threatening the lungs, no major damage to essential arteries or systems. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The bracing was quick, and she could heal normally. "Sedative? What does stock look like? Can we afford it?" She wondered what form he had in mind. She didn't like clouding her senses and mind, then again, she couldn't like the pain either. "Perhaps a bit," the thought of Barry seeing her intoxicated with whatever they offered, she remembered her high and mighty assumptions their first meeting. This was medicine, he could shut it. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Check the wound for debris, nothing metal left behind," She knew that was correct. "Good news, if the wound is clean as well. I will be fine. A long as there is nothing in the lungs. Brace the shoulder, set the bone, perhaps a staple or three to bind the bone. Then let it heal. Four to Eight weeks good as new, following a healthy rehabilitation regiment that could take an additional three months. I know the routine, we had this injury in the field, Janks snapped his in a fall." She laughed at herself. "Should have done something more to shelter. Now I am a pencil pusher for a few weeks, sorry about missing combat for a month or more." She was babbling through grit teeth, as her brain processed and tried to be helpful and dismissive of her injury. She was embarrassed by it. Stupid!<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The open pauldron floated down to her free left hand, where it begins to work itself back into shape crudely. She would need a clearer head for a finer control, for knitting the rent steel and gold back into form without a forge, concentration and time."Focus through the pain." Bright gold shone her temple markings and a similar glow again rose from her sides just below her breasts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Mansion}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>12-04-2020, 03:10:27</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th, 9:00 AM</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Tiggy's Room, Squee!</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d5/Vedaa_Arsenal_2.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Antigone Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Turquoise bikini top and bottom, grey vest and knee length skirt, flex-steel combat boots<br><strong>DOING:</strong> <br><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Barry/closed<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; She giggled at Barry's simplistic understanding of what a woman wants. "Spontaneous in the moment, does not mean you hit on the first girl you see that day. I don't like surprises, and this morning was filled with those. Many from myself. I don't treat people that way. I don't know what caused me to flirt with you. Kaine thinks its because I like you. I do, and it may be the reason. I have done none of this stuff before." <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; "I wonder what you call yourself, are you human, mutant, more? How do you see your abilities, gifts, resources, responsibilities, curses? I understand asking about before the Eclipse can be dangerous to relationships, so I won't go there, but know I am curious and willing to talk of mine. If and when you are ready. I want to know, you."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She had to correct him, "I am no warrior, I have no training aside from an ability to see how to win and a willingness to do what it takes. In an all or nothing fight, those decisions were easy. Everything and everyone was expendable, as anything saved, was a win." Her words were flat, not understanding just how that sounded to others. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"I like kissing you too, but it was too tempting to carry it farther than that, right now. Let me get some rest, let me think things through, let me adjust to the world around me. For it seems I have a lot to learn. I will learn this." She takes his hands in hers, stands and lowers herself to his lap. The chair hardly ready for both of their weight, a shift in it's center of gravity and Antigone lifts her head. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Perhaps you could join me on the bed. I want to be closer, just not on the ground when I release the chair." she slides from his lap. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>12-04-2020, 21:18:21</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th, 9:00am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Antigone's Room</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> Listening in<br><strong>NOTE:</strong>&nbsp; <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Antigone<br><hr> <br>“No, you are the one that responded. There was something about YOU that grabbed my attention. So I have only Flirted with YOU, my pet. So you don’t like surprises so no random gift or birthday parties?” The more he spoke with her the more confused he became about women. He wanted to bring her some flowers, at least some of his books said women liked those. He listened to her and couldn’t help but smile at listening to her say <strong><em>‘she liked him.’</em></strong> <br><br>“I am ok if you have done none of this before. It pleases me to be the first. I want to be with you, as long as it is what you want! I want you more than you possibly know as more than my concubine…I promise.”<strong><em> He found it amusing that she still wanted to be that with him. He honestly wanted to know what made her choose him over the others, Eric, Kaine, he knew even some women would willingly claim her, Tia, Gia, Gigi. Why him he was nothing special?’</em></strong> He wouldn’t tell her ‘NO!’ that was for damned sure. As a bit of mirth etched his features.<br><br>&nbsp;“I am a mutant, most humans don’t have these abilities and mind kicked in fully at about 12 years old. My abilities are both gifts and resources. I gave upon on responsibility after the war. Now I just live and protect my family. Hopefully my lover!” He smirked at her words if she survived she was a warrior. If she didn’t like the term warrior she really wouldn’t like him calling her a gladiator cause that was some awesome stuff. “I can teach you combat if you wish. I am pretty good and I will go slow to make sure you get it. It will mean we will be spending a lot more time together?” He asked to make sure she was ok with that. In truth, it was probably a ruse cause he wanted all of her time. He just wanted her!!<br><br>&nbsp;He blushed just thinking she wanted to go further with him. He was almost scared of ravishing her too much realizing he had no refractory period so if they went further she would have to tell him to stop pleasing her to make sure it didn’t go from pleasure to pain. “Yes, my sweet.” He spoke tenderly even though she seemed to want to be his on a much deeper level and he saw himself caring for her as his as well. He would never let her down if he could help it! “Ok…I will wait for you, my sweet lover.” She was willing to be his love-slave but he wouldn’t call her his slave, pet definitely but she was far more than what they would be in the bedroom together she would be his precious one!<br><br>&nbsp;When she sat in his lap he was in heaven, it was a simple gesture but it was a gesture to him. It was one of closeness and trust. Then she asked him to lay with her. “Always my dear one.” It was now he was glad their bedrooms were close together whether she joined him or he joined her none would be the wiser unless someone came to visit one or the other. He moved to stand and scooped her up into his arms as he carried her over to the bed. He laid her on it and with a simple kiss to her forehead, he let his tender lips touch her before he kissed her cheek and kissed her chin. He fought against kissing her lips wanting to comply with her wishes of not going too far. “I have missed tasting you since this morning!” He said as his lips hovered over her own, enjoying as he held her in his arms.<br><br>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Mansion}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>13-04-2020, 02:37:27</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th, 9:00 AM</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Tiggy's Room, Squee!</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d5/Vedaa_Arsenal_2.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Antigone Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Turquoise bikini top and bottom, grey vest and knee length skirt, flex-steel combat boots<br><strong>DOING:</strong> <br><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Barry/closed<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The cheeks shone with a blue glow as she spoke of flirting with her because she was her and not the first girl he saw. She liked that. "Little thinks like that, yeah those are ok for surprises. First date planned, first sex consensual and planned or at least both should be prepared for, proposals can be a planned surprise, weddings always planned, I'm pregnant should be announced and not kept hidden, I'm sleeping with someone else, just let me know there is the possibility of other partners, I don't know how I will respond. Just don't do it after the fact. These are not accidents." She shook her head, "These are not appreciated as spontaneous." She rolled her eyes in frustration, the voice of failed history in her tone. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"You were in the war?" Had she missed that earlier? Did he know her, by reputation? He had powers so they would have given him command if he could handle it. How well was Commander Gone and Commander Ellington recognized. "Call me Antigone, please. I like to hear it. Pet, lover, these names are impersonal. You could call anyone 'my sweet', and they would preen to it. I know I do," she glowed a bit from this blush as well, "but they are not me. Sprinkle in who you speak to. Call me by name, so that when we are together I know you are with me, and not just one of your sweets. Sweets come in a bag of many, you are one. Hmmm. Should I call you hunk?" <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As she began to slide off, his hands were under her, supporting her as they both stood. "Eee," the short squeal of surprised pleasure rose, "Erm, sorry. Though nice." Then he was laying her on her bed, "Uh, not what I had-" His lips on her forehead, her cheek, though she almost turned enough to capture them, her chin, oh gods where was he going? Her heart raced, then his lips were again at hers. Not kissing, but there. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Her mind raced, pull him down to kiss, that would lead to more, and quickly. She would see to that if they began kissing like this. Not on the first date. "Uhm, please, sit, er sit down." She looked around, he just got out of the seat, she patted the bed under her head, this was close enough and far enough to keep her safe. "Here," for now, she thought. She rose to her side, trying to prop an elbow beneath her, her sudden movement, crashing her cheekbone against his eager lips. "Ow," she fell back to the bed, laughing.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Mansion}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>13-04-2020, 22:13:13</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th – 9:00pm</strong></span><br><em>Roof</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fb/B9a34e3285c24644d42b4d8bc80d7534.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Gigi Dias<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> As above<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Date Night<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> None<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gia, CLOSED<br><hr><br>The tact Gigi had taken with Gia’s abilities was in many ways to ignore them and pretend that Gia didn’t already know how this date was going to go.&nbsp; That wasn’t going to change the fact that it was all new to Gigi.&nbsp; Sure, the numbers aligned to an enjoyable evening.&nbsp; The weather was 90% likely not to ruin it.&nbsp; Gigi was about 85% sure that Gia not only liked her but was attracted to her too. There was even a 75% chance that Gia was going to look at Gigi’s plunging neckline before she made serious eye contact.&nbsp; The only annoying outlier that had cropped up in the week they had been hanging out had been Amber.&nbsp; There were probabilities there that Gigi didn’t like and even more ones that made Gigi uncomfortable.&nbsp; There was a unnerving chance based on recent factors that Gia linked Amber…a lot and it made Gigi very nervous about this date. There was apparently a lot riding on its outcome.&nbsp; Sometimes knowing things made life way more complicated than blissful ignorance.<br><br>Gia was a pure vision.&nbsp; Her cornflower hair fell about her in silken strands that Gigi wanted to run her fingers through.&nbsp; Her dress was perfection, classy in a way that far outstripped Gigi’s simplistic one and sexy without the overtness of Gigi’s. She made everything look amazing and the fact that she wanted to be here with Gigi made all sorts of butterflies dance in her belly.&nbsp; <br><br>The closeness Gia presented didn’t bother Gigi. She had been nervous at first, even as she had indulged in tentative flirtations, but now she welcomed her warmth next to her.&nbsp; She wanted it.&nbsp; Gigi smirked a knowing smirk as she watched Gia’s eyes fall to the generous vantage that her dress offered.&nbsp; She had made eye contact first but it hadn’t been much.&nbsp; Gia’s honeyed compliment made her smile.&nbsp; The thought that she found Gigi amazing buoyed her spirits and that damned blush rose in you cheeks, broken up by the splash of freckles across her nose.<br><br>“I’m glad you like it.”&nbsp; Gigi replied coyly.&nbsp; She could have been talking about the spot, her chest or the dress and in truth it was all three. Gigi’s hand reached out and gently took Gia’s.&nbsp; “I am so happy you came.” She added her finger’s lightly caressing Gia’s fingers as she looked down at how well they seemed to fit together. “I love it up here.&nbsp; It’s kind of my hide out, I guess.&nbsp; I love looking up at the stars.” It was strange since aliens were the cause of much of her sadness.&nbsp; “It just seems so peaceful and beautiful.&nbsp; Like you.” She added her eyes returning to Gia’s.&nbsp; There was a vulnerability there behind Gigi’s normally sarcastic bravado. This was not easy for Gigi, opening up.&nbsp; She had only really done so with Amanda and there had been no sexual tension between them and look where that had gotten her.&nbsp; Alone…again.&nbsp; <br><br>“I know it is stupid, but I like you.&nbsp; Way more than I should for only knowing you for a week, but I do, and I wanted to be honest.&nbsp; Seeing you makes me happy and it has been a while since I felt like that.”&nbsp; Gigi’s eyes glimmered with a hint of tears. She wasn’t about to dump her trauma on Gia.&nbsp; That would make for one hell of a terrible first date, but the emotions were there all the same.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>14-04-2020, 01:17:05</strong>
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				<br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th, 9:00am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Antigone's Room</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> Listening in<br><strong>NOTE:</strong>&nbsp; <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Antigone<br><hr> <br>&nbsp; <br>He liked her blushing even if it was blue.&nbsp; It was amusingly nice.&nbsp; To think he had that effect on someone…hell anyone for that matter, especially her.&nbsp; He listened to her <strong><em>his idea of surprises were ok, she didn’t mind, he could get her small gifts and flowers she was ok with.</em></strong>&nbsp; “First date and consensual sex…planned ok.” &nbsp;Their firsts would have to be planned their after she was open?&nbsp; He blushed<strong><em> ‘she wanted to be prepared for sex…what did that mean?!?’ </em></strong><br><br>&nbsp;“Ok wait…what if we don’t know if the baby will take?&nbsp; I don’t want anything to happen to you first we…you are pregnant then you are not?&nbsp; You are sure?”&nbsp; He asked thinking she was considering them being together and her being pregnant by him? <br>It was not that he was against it, not at all but he never had a real girlfriend much less someone thinking of him being the father of their children.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“Whoa?!?&nbsp; I don’t want anyone else Antigone…you might but I am sure I just want you.&nbsp; Having too many people in our trysts…is a headache waiting to happen and a mess…too many emotions too much heartache.&nbsp; &nbsp;Sharing who gets what time when.&nbsp; No thank you.&nbsp; If you feel you need to be with someone else you need to tell me.&nbsp; That is truly one surprise…I don’t want!” &nbsp;He didn’t realize what was going on at the compound had affected him so.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;He smirked as she wanted him to call her by name and that was fine.&nbsp; This was…official then. <strong><em><strong> ‘Wow.’ </strong></em></strong><br>“Yes, my dear sweet Antigone.&nbsp; You are unique to me, there is none like you, Yes. You will be my Antigone of course.” <br>He smirked not having a pet name before. <br><br>“If you see me as your Hunk you may. But…My Barry sounds nice too!”&nbsp; He moved to kiss her tenderly in spots.&nbsp; He looked down at her waiting.&nbsp; He wouldn’t press, but just as she was about to move into him she shifted so her cheek hit his lips.&nbsp; He couldn’t help but chuckle.&nbsp; That was what he got for trying to be greedy.&nbsp; <br><br>“I am sorry Antigone.” &nbsp;He said moving to shift her body not letting her move this time he moved her so that her head was in his lap he wasn’t thinking given his arousal if that was the safest place for her head right now but at least he could hold her, see her and caress her cheek as he looked down at her.&nbsp; The back of his hand was against her cheek and he saw no other save her.&nbsp; It was right there in his eyes when he looked at her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Mansion}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>14-04-2020, 18:46:42</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 15th – 3:15 PM</strong></span><br><em>Greenhouse to Infirmary</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/be/TIaUnnamed.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Tia Hernandez<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <br><strong>DOING:</strong> Assessing the issues<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> None<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gia, CJ, Xi | Medical Group, OPEN<br><hr><br>It had been impossible not to have noticed the plummeting ship.&nbsp; It was strange.&nbsp; Tia hadn’t even noticed the lack of air travel until she heard the sputtering engines overhead.&nbsp; Funny what things can go through your head in the moments just before a crisis.&nbsp; From her vantage point at the doorway of what would in time be the greenhouse, Tia shielded her eyes and watched the distressed plane roll erratically, a trail of black smoke billowing from its damaged engines.&nbsp; It was the detonation that shook her out of her odd thoughts.&nbsp; She watched the smokey trails of debris spread out overhead and realized to late that some would pepper the grounds nearby.&nbsp; Knowing there was little she could do but duck and cover she quickly did so.&nbsp; Instinctually her body reacted to protect itself and an explosion of bark-like growth encapsulated the back of her form as she lay inside of the small enclosure and waited for the sounds of falling debris to stop.&nbsp; There was some reaction of course from inside the cathedral.&nbsp; Inevitably they would send out a search party to look for survivors, but the likelihood would be small.&nbsp; Tia slowly picked herself up from off the ground and the knotted growths receded.&nbsp; She dusted herself off and looked around.<br><br>It would take some time before word got back to the cathedral if help was needed, so instead of running inside and asking questions no one would know the answer too Tia busied herself inspection the grounds for any debris damage or possible smoldering wreckage that might start a fire. If her help was needed inside or with any possible salvage later someone would come find her eventually.&nbsp; It was a good thing Tia had gone and checked.&nbsp; The debris that had peppered the grounds had been small, but one had rolled into a pile of wooden salvage and could have been an issue, but Tia had caught it smoldering.&nbsp; She sucked what little moisture was in the air nearby and quenched it before it became a issue.&nbsp; <br><br>She had only just returned to the greenhouse when she heard a voice calling to her.&nbsp; She poked her head out of the doorway, a curious look on her face that soon turned to worry.&nbsp; She squashed the reactionary line of questions that always seemed to come up it these kinds of situation.&nbsp; They didn’t matter.&nbsp; What mattered was that she was needed and while she didn’t know this new girl well, but she had been accepted into their little family and that meant she was trustworthy until proven otherwise.&nbsp; <br><br>“Let’s go.” Was all Tia said and with her long strides chewing up the ground she headed immediately towards the house.<br><br><hr><br>The infirmary was already controlled chaos.&nbsp; One table had another of the new members on it.&nbsp; She looked pretty bad.&nbsp; Eric was barking orders to those around his table and Marley among others were following them.&nbsp; On another table lay a woman she did not recognize.&nbsp; A survivor of the ship possibly.&nbsp; Her wounds did not look nearly as bad as Antigone's, but Tia knew enough first aid to know that looks could be deceiving.&nbsp; CJ was already hovering over the woman and appeared to be assessing her with a calm surety that said she had done this before and likely had way more knowledge of medicine than Tia did.&nbsp; Tia’s years in the Peace Corps had made her quite proficient in first aid. She could make a tourniquet and set a broken bone and knew quite a few herbal remedies for pain and to promote healing when modern medicine was unavailable, but she was no doctor.&nbsp; Her decision made she found a sink to wash her hands in. She scrubbed all the way up to her elbows and approached CJ and the green woman she was caring for.&nbsp; <br><br>“How can I help you?” she asked the pretty purple haired girl she had only begun to know.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Mansion}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>15-04-2020, 01:08:27</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 9:00 pm</strong></span><br><em>Roof</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/McLj4bH.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Gia Devlin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15286077#msg15286077)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> form fitting Black Lace over white silk dress, sleeveless with a V neck ending just above her knees<br><strong>DOING:</strong> First Date with Gigi<br><strong>NOTE:</strong><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Gigi, Closed<br><hr><br>Gia smiled softly as Gigi admitted to how she was glad that Gia liked the spot, or her dress, or the view she was offered.&nbsp; And truthfully she liked all of it.&nbsp; It is so much better experiencing it than her visions ever reveal.&nbsp; She has really appreciated her other senses more ever sense her ability to look into the future and past bloomed.&nbsp; She could hear things to, but it was mainly focused on vision.&nbsp; It was the difference between seeing something on a TV screen and being able to hold it, smell it, investigate it.&nbsp; The real moment was soo much better than the moments when she looked at them.&nbsp; She knew what was going to happen, but experiencing it made it so much better.&nbsp; Feeling Gigi's hand in hers and how well their hands fit, Gigi's hand didn't feel like it was overwhelming her's.&nbsp; Smelling Gigi's scent on the wind was intoxicating, feeling the heat coming from Gigi's body was comforting, experiencing things was so much better than viewing them. <br><br>She loved that Gigi wasn't asking if the reality matched her visions, the brunette was being in the moment and Gia was being as much in the moment as she could anymore, or maybe it was just that her moment was now larger than everyone else's. She was going to follow Gigi's example and do her best to be in the moment.&nbsp; As Gigi mentioned how she liked looking up at the stars, Gia looked up too.&nbsp; "I always wonder what is going on up there.&nbsp; What is happening on the different planets out there, is there another couple looking up at our sun as we are staring at their sun."&nbsp; <br><br>Smiling softly as Gigi admitted that she liked Gia, "I am glad you like me," the blonde shook her head, "How long you know someone is irrelevant, some people just fit together and when you find one of them, you hold on to them."&nbsp; Gia blushed lightly as she shared her view on relationships, she walked months across the country to meet Gigi, although she wasn't going to say that now, that would bring an expectation to this date that would make things awkward.&nbsp; She was happy just sitting here with the brunette as they stared at the stars, she scooted closer so that she could lean into Gigi, as she squeezed the brunette's hand lightly. <br><br>Seeing the brightness of Gigi's eyes, like she was almost going to tear up, brought tears of happiness to her eyes, smiling she almost leaned in to kiss Gigi softly on her soft looking lips, but held herself back.&nbsp; It wasn't time to kiss yet, soon though and it was best if Gigi initiated their first kiss.&nbsp; She looked back up at the stars, needing to pull her eyes away from Gigi's inviting lips, "Do you ever make up your own constellations?" She asked with a curious smile at her companion, settling in to spending time with her pretty date.&nbsp; She wanted to get to know Gigi better and asking questions, even silly questions was the way to go.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Mansion}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>16-04-2020, 03:16:31</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th, 9:00 AM</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Tiggy's Room, Squee!</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d5/Vedaa_Arsenal_2.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Antigone Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Turquoise bikini top and bottom, grey vest and knee length skirt, flex-steel combat boots<br><strong>DOING:</strong> <br><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Barry/closed<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Antigone rolled as her hand caressed her cheek where his lips had been. "You are an intense one, I just mean that when you contemplate an action you should also take into consideration the cost, the consequence, and the repercussions. You are not in my bed yet," she thought about that, then smiled up at him as he nestled her head in his lap. "You know what I mean. I just say that these should not be surprises, spontaneous. And don't worry, if I feel that I am drawn to someone else, I will let you know. I may need an outside opinion and perspective to mine as I explore this side of self."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; She wrapped her fingers within his, her eyes taking in his features from this view and not displeased. Broad shoulders, smooth lines, aesthetic appeal, strong cheekbones without the hard nose or chin, this was a face she could study. "You are going to have to share time. I will not neglect my work. This Cathedral has accepted me, I must be worthy of it. That means I contribute, apparently I study, and if needed I defend it. You must do the same if you are to be worthy of me. Perhaps I will take you up on the combat classes, once I see what we are offered here and the time constraints."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Raising her sable brown eyes to meet his chocolate brown, "Hunk was a joke, I saw it on a candy bar once, and one of the girls back at MIT said her boyfriend was one. Barry works. Should I need the My qualifier? Will I have competition for your eye? Perhaps there is another Barry and you fear I may be confused?" She teased, though her question was in part in earnest. He was a good looking young man, if there were women about, they would rarely be blind, or as Antigone noticed, even dressed. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She rose, rolling from her rest, to rise, his hand still in hers. "Barry, for now give me rest, a bath, alone. Then we shall see about other nicknames." Again she felt playful, not like her at all, as she led him to rise with her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>16-04-2020, 04:11:04</strong>
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				<br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th, 9:00am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Antigone's Room</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> Listening in<br><strong>NOTE:</strong>&nbsp; <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Antigone<br><hr>&nbsp; <br>"Is intense good or bad?"&nbsp; He asked.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was listening to her and he wondered did she seem him as a consequence or a repercussion?&nbsp; He smirked thinking about being in her bed. &nbsp;"But I am in your bed now?" &nbsp;He blushed at her words.&nbsp; "So our interactions should be planned, so we have to schedule our trysts?"&nbsp; He calmed glad for that bit of information for sure.&nbsp; "Ok."<br><br>He liked her fingers being linked with his own and he pulled her hand to his and kissed her side.&nbsp; "That is fair, I will work us around your schedule. I do what I can and as you say, I do wish to be a worthy mate to you Antigone.&nbsp; Fair enough."&nbsp; He responded to the offer of combat classes.<br><br>"So I should be glad that you didn't see mounds or almond joy then?"&nbsp; He teased, he smiled but he paused. &nbsp;"No I am yours." He said leaving out the other piece of that thought. <strong><em> 'Nobody else wants me.'</em></strong>&nbsp; He said.<br><br>"I will be next door, there are towels there.&nbsp; Just call or come see me when, we can spend time with one another." &nbsp;Barry couldn't help the light kiss of her lips as he stood with her feeling her in his arms and her hand still within her own.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Mansion}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>16-04-2020, 05:00:01</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th, 9:00 AM</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Tiggy's Room, Squee!</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d5/Vedaa_Arsenal_2.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Antigone Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Turquoise bikini top and bottom, grey vest and knee length skirt, flex-steel combat boots<br><strong>DOING:</strong> <br><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Barry/closed<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=317107.msg15370067#msg15370067">Quote from: Gannameade on 16-04-2020, 04:11:04</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "So I should be glad that you didn't see mounds or almond joy then?"&nbsp; He teased, he smiled but he paused. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Antigone could not help herself. He gave her such a juicy lead up. She stepped around him, pacing slow, but turning him to face her as she went. Facing him, his back to the door, she stepped forward, into him, her breasts, full and firm pressing into him, "Mounds?" She stepped again looking him in the eye. She raised a hand up to his shoulder. "I don't see it for you," tiptoeing, she invited a kiss, fading off, and dipping her head as he tried. "Almond Joy," she trailed an arm up his thigh, his waist, his gut, his ribs, and&nbsp; up his back to meet her other hand behind his neck. Her eyes following the trailing hand until again she was looking him in the eye, again inviting the kiss, "too one dimensional." She would accept this time, if he was willing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>16-04-2020, 05:24:15</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th, 9:00am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Antigone's Room</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> Listening in<br><strong>NOTE:</strong>&nbsp; <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Antigone<br><hr>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>He couldn't but accept the sweet swell of her lovely form pressing against him.&nbsp; His hands rested on the crest of her nice round rump as he let his fingers dance just caressing her ripe ass beneath his fingers.&nbsp; She passed by him as it seems like she was about to kiss him.&nbsp; She may act like she was not aware of his innuendo, but she was fully aware of most of his teasing.&nbsp; His lips brushing her cheek as she moved, he knew he could have kissed her but this was their intimate time, not just his own so he didn't press.<br><br>When she moved her hand over his body, he realized he enjoyed her touch very much, every part of him that she touched hungered for more of her.&nbsp; He knew now she knew what she was doing to him and seems they both enjoyed the taunting between them.&nbsp; When her fingers met behind his neck&nbsp; His eyes met hers and he saw heaven in her gaze.&nbsp; This time she teased the kiss again.&nbsp; "I have many dimensions...and they all crave you Antigone...my dear one!"&nbsp; He captured her lips, kissing her slowly at first before he let it deep as eh pulled her closer into him as it seemed she was very seductive in her ways and her touch but he would beg for entrance to her mouth with the slow tentative touch of his tongue wanting to feel and taste her even now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Mansion}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>16-04-2020, 07:14:19</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th, 9:00 AM</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Tiggy's Room, Squee!</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d5/Vedaa_Arsenal_2.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Antigone Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Turquoise bikini top and bottom, grey vest and knee length skirt, flex-steel combat boots<br><strong>DOING:</strong> <br><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Barry/closed<br><hr>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;His hands were nice, strong, but held in control. Much more than she expected from the hyper one. She thought he would be all up on her. Not that he wasn't taking what was offered. Hmmm, she wanted more. She felt herself pulling him into the kiss as much as he was asking, but no. Not on the first date, and they had yet to have that. Kiss him at the door and wait for the phone call. Yeah that was the advice. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Her lips parted, and at his first probings her teeth were a barrier, she truly had no idea what he was asking, then the idea of frenching came to her. She opened her teeth, allowing her tongue to wrestle clumsily with his, aggressively in the way at first, in adjustment, her teeth clashed with his. A loud click resounded in her head. She flinched, drawing back, at least she didn't still have braces. Her breath was uneven, and she blinked a lot. Was this normal? She knew that kiss could or should have been better, she just had no practice. "Yes, uh, yes, rest. Then nicknames." <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She opened the door, and waved playfully out. "Hmmm, Master, I think will work. Yes, and as soon as we have become used to that..." she bowed a bit, looking up at him from under her eyelashes, the view into her bikini splendid. Then she raised her head, she looked him straight in the eye. "Once we are used to <em><strong>My</strong></em> title we can find a nickname for you, My Barry." Her smile was wide and genuine as she ushered him out, teasing him with words and insinuation. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>16-04-2020, 17:14:27</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th, 9:00am</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Antigone's Room</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> Listening in<br><strong>NOTE:</strong>&nbsp; <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Antigone<br><hr>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;He wanted more of her, but he wanted this to be right.&nbsp; He longed to be all over her, but she didn’t want him to take her till after they had a date.&nbsp; He was pretty sure once she became used to him…the idea of being spontaneous would come up more often.&nbsp; She would be less hesitant with the thought of them being together more.&nbsp; But for now, he would be hers, slowly.&nbsp; The very word was killing him, but Tig gave him something no other had given him.&nbsp; Her…and her attention.&nbsp; He pulled her closer, her large chest pressing against him and her plump ass now in his hands.&nbsp; He was squeezing over her and she did his best not to smile or laugh with his giddiness. <br><br>He was simply enjoying her lips and her body pressed against his own.&nbsp; She opened her lips, the parting of her tender sweet petals opening to him let him enter, his tongue touched her teeth and he didn’t stop.&nbsp; She was aware of what he wanted moments later and she indulged him bringing a lingering smile to his cheeks.&nbsp; It seems she trusted him with her affection, their tongues dance moving against one another it was wonderful to him, some would have found it clumsy or unlearned, but Barry was loving it and if someone found it clumsy…to him, it just meant they needed more practice and he was all for the practice.&nbsp; When they stopped pulling back to their respective corners. <br><br>“I look forward to our nicknames, I will try to let you rest and not think of claiming you and your lips once more.” &nbsp;He said still holding her in his arms, his fingers caressing her rump now.&nbsp; There was no hiding his desire for her in any part of his body. When she said ‘Master’ he was done.&nbsp; She could have bought his entire existence for a quarter. <br><br>“I look forward to that and long to be your ‘Master’, my sweet Antigone.”&nbsp; She was just trying to shackle him down now.&nbsp; <strong><em>‘My Barry.’&nbsp; </em></strong>She knew what she was doing, making sure he wasn’t even tempted to look at another. <br><br>He wasn’t but still.&nbsp; He moved toward the door but stole one more kiss. This time using his speed to cup her face and claim her lips, kissing her deeply.&nbsp; “Dinner tonight?”&nbsp; He asked once the kiss broke.&nbsp; He would have said no but he knew she wanted to wash and rest!&nbsp; It still meant he had to wait…and that was the worst part for him. <br><br>The world ran at the speed of light and being slow with her was another moment he would touch her, another she wouldn’t be in his arms and yet another he couldn’t show her how much she meant to him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>16-04-2020, 20:25:37</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Sunday, January 5th - 8:15 PM</strong></span><br><em>Tia's Bedroom Door</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/74/85/5f/74855f3c39ee46344adc5276e4f95415.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> Cute outfit (pictured), barefeet<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Having drinks<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> --<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Tia | CLOSED</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">By the time Marley got herself together, it was a quarter after eight. She had spent the rest of her afternoon and evening reading fiction in her bedroom hammock. Though the short horror stories of H. P. Lovecraft probably wasn’t considered ‘light’ reading by any means, or particularly suited for a ‘nope’ day, it gave her mind something so fantastical to focus on that the world around her seemed a little less dark, and a little less stressful in comparison. Though, admittedly, some of her stress was due to one particular evening <em>offer</em> she was somewhat late for. Marley was wearing a sheer white top, pink ruffled tank and dark, pleated pants. Her pink strappy heels made it look like she just waltzed out of a very important business meeting and into a classy restaurant bar. Instead, she waltzed up to Tia’s bedroom door and gave it a light rasp with her knuckles. This <em>was</em> what she would wear to go for drinks with a hot friend; where they’d play the fun game of scoring free drinks off of the bartender. Whoever won the most free drinks, got to take the bartender home.<br><br>Yeah, <em>before</em>. This is how she would dress for drinks <em>before</em> they were in a fucking post-Apocalypse and the location of the drinks wasn’t <em>across</em> the hallway in someone else’s <em>bedroom</em>. <em>What if Tia was wearing sweatpants?</em> Or pyjamas? Or nothing at all? But she had already knocked, so there wasn’t time to change into something more... <em>casual</em>.<br><br>Marley bent down and undid the straps of her pink high heels, and quickly, awkwardly, kicked them off. <em>Barefeet was more casual, at least, and she wouldn't be much taller than Tia this way.</em> Both of her shoes landed at the opposite end of the hallway, at the top of the staircase, further then she had wanted them to go. She would deal with those later, after she finished drinking with Tia. <em>That’s all this was right? Drinks?</em> Though she had <em>dressed</em> for a classy restaurant bar, it had been awhile since Marley had <em>visited</em> one. After stumbling across the Cathedral over five years ago, neither her or any of the other founders had really left its front doors for very long. Especially when it was far easier to get wasted and break society’s rules in your own abandoned mansion. But when Marley thought about… <em>before</em>, she could remember the pleasantries. Normally, at a bar, she would discuss work or other people or other relationships while drinking at a much more mild pace. <em>She could manage that, right?</em><br><br>She wondered what <em>Tia</em> would want to talk about. Marley still felt like she had fucked something up earlier, in the backyard, on the old lawn chairs; surely alcohol wasn’t going to prevent her from saying more stupid shit. Another second went by and Marley wondered what to do with her hands, as they were sweating slightly, before Tia opened the door. She placed them awkwardly on her clothed hips and gave the pretty, older woman a warm, slightly flirtatious, smile.<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Mansion}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>16-04-2020, 23:15:19</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monday, January 6th - 10:38 PM</strong></span><br><em>Medical Bay (Computer Station)</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://lezwatchtv.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/12/Alycia_Debnam_Carey-350x412.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Amber Jenson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15293218#msg15293218)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; As pictured plus black booty shorts<br><strong>DOING:</strong>&nbsp; Working Away<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> - <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Marley | OPEN<br><hr><br>Amber couldn't remember the last time that she'd had a conversation with someone that lasted more than five minutes.&nbsp; Usually by that point, she had managed to drive the person away and allowed herself to remain in peace.&nbsp; But Marley hadn't accepted that and Amber had recognized that she couldn't really just shoo her away or she might risk her place here.&nbsp; And while she wasn't particularly attached to the people here, she understood that she was much safer here than out in the world.&nbsp; But even though she hadn't really liked the fact that she had been the focus of the conversation for the vast majority of it, a small part of her found that it liked being able to sit there and talk to someone.&nbsp; Still, as she watched Marley start to move about the kitchen, cleaning up the items used in their late dinner, she knew that the talk was over and she did feel a sense of relief for that.<br><br><strong>"Never really worried about government to begin with,"</strong> she chuckled lightly, <strong>"Not like they could trace me in the traditional manner.&nbsp; I was a ghost."</strong>&nbsp; She paused, not wanting to get too far into that since she didn't have the ability to do it any more.&nbsp; Instead, she just found herself mentally trying not to think about the notion of talking to Eric on a more regular basis.&nbsp; She was pretty sure she had seen him in the medical bay once or twice late at night, but they hadn't really acknowledged one another.&nbsp; To her, it felt like a bit too much for her at the moment, but she had a feeling that Marley might conspire to make it happen one way or the other if she wasn't careful.&nbsp; So she just nodded for now and was prepared for Marley to leave the kitchen without much more to say.&nbsp; Though her last words really did mean something to the young woman.&nbsp; It almost made it seem like Marley actually cared about how she felt and that was just something she didn't really know what to do with.<br><br>With the lingering memories of that one last smile, Amber sat at the table for a few minutes longer.&nbsp; That hadn't been nearly as bad as she had feared it would be, but it had still made it clear that her current pattern of behavior wouldn't be acceptable.&nbsp; She would have to change, as much as she didn't want to do so.&nbsp; Sighing to herself, she looked around the room, her mind going in a million different directions.&nbsp; But for right now, she decided that perhaps she should just go and lay down.&nbsp; Even if she couldn't sleep, it would hopefully give Marley reason to think that she was listening to what the older woman was saying to her.&nbsp; So she hopped out of the chair and would start to make her way towards her bedroom, mind still whirling as she went.....<br><br><div align="center">~~End Scene~~</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Mansion}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>16-04-2020, 23:39:27</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th – 9:00pm</strong></span><br><em>Roof</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fb/B9a34e3285c24644d42b4d8bc80d7534.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Gigi Dias<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> As above<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Date Night<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> None<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gia, CLOSED<br><hr><br>Gigi watched the interplay of their fingers. At that moment it seemed like she could feel every nerve fire at the lightest brush. She felt it to her core and the butterflies in her stomach fluttered to her abdomen where she tingled in places only she had ever touched.&nbsp; She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry and her heart pounded.&nbsp; Gia’s soft voice was a wonderful balm as she talked of stars and planets and lovers on afar watching the sky.&nbsp; <br><br>The urge to kiss Gia was overwhelming but she worried that it would be to soon.&nbsp; They had known each other for only a week. She had no idea what the appropriate amount of time was between meeting someone and first kiss.&nbsp; Gigi blushed.&nbsp; She had already spent the night with Gia in her mind every night since they met.&nbsp; The smell of her perfect hair, the light laugh and teasing touches. <br><br><em> 'Oh god!&nbsp; Did Gia know!?!'</em>&nbsp; Could she see her in the dark, her breath ragged, her finger striking in relentless urgency.&nbsp; How she gasped, her sheets balled between her thighs as she shook to the picture of Gia in her mind’s eye. For a second she froze and thought she might throw up in embarrassment, but Gia didn’t act like she knew.&nbsp; Her body was at ease, their fingers intertwined as she talked of stars and holding on to the things you care about no matter what.&nbsp; <br><br>But she didn’t say that she liked her too.&nbsp; Her embarrassment crashed into the pit of her stomach, rolling with the raising anxiety that Gia was being nice, like she would to a friend.&nbsp; A FRIEND. Gigi was pinballing, elation, anxiety and embarrassment vying for her attention. She felt cold and sweaty at the same time and she had no idea what to do.&nbsp; When Gia’s eyes lifted away to the stars Gigi felt a sense of relief flood her. She had been holding her breath and let it out slow and shaky.&nbsp; She looked up too and gently slipped fingers away so she could lay back onto the blanket.&nbsp; If Gia joined her, she would find her hand again and hold it while looking up at the stars.&nbsp; The tile was cool against her back, soothing her blushing skin and making her feel centered or at least no longer in a panic.<br><br>Gigi thought about the question and finally shook her head.&nbsp; “No, I don’t think I had."&nbsp; She pointed out the obvious ones. “Orion and the big dipper.&nbsp; Taurus…”her voice faded at that point. “I don’t recognize the others?&nbsp; Do you name them?” She asked curiously.&nbsp; “I would love to know what you see.” She said wanting to know everything about Gia.&nbsp; The good , the bad and the in between.&nbsp; It didn’t matter just which, only that she knew the girl she was so intensely attracted too.&nbsp; She had yet to look at Gia since she laid down.&nbsp; Her eyes scanning the brilliance of the night unfiltered by city pollution.&nbsp; There were so many and the hazy band of the Milky Way splashed across it offering hints of more.&nbsp; “It seems so peaceful up there.”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Mansion}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>17-04-2020, 18:47:04</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 9:00 pm</strong></span><br><em>Roof</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/McLj4bH.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Gia Devlin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15286077#msg15286077)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> form fitting Black Lace over white silk dress, sleeveless with a V neck ending just above her knees<br><strong>DOING:</strong> First Date with Gigi<br><strong>NOTE:</strong><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Gigi, Closed<br><hr><br>Gia as scooting closer to Gigi, when suddenly she felt the beautiful, smart date freeze for a moment and suddenly look pale for a moment.&nbsp; She glanced up to the stars as she looked at possibilities to see what she could do to reassure Gigi.&nbsp; As Gigi slipped her hand away to lay down, Gia pouted a little bit and immediately leaned back to join Gigi in staring up at the sky, having moved a little closer to Gigi so that the sides of their arms were pressed together, her hand already open and ready to accept Gigi's hand back into hers.&nbsp; <br><br>Twisting her head to look at Gigi's profile, she spoke softly, "I like you to and looking forward to experiencing our first kiss," she flushed and looked back up at the stars, not used to being so forward.&nbsp; She went back to talking about the stars as a distraction, way to give Gigi time to process what she had just said.&nbsp; While nodding and looking at the constellations that Gigi was pointing out in the sky.<br><br>"I have found my own constellations, but it is hard, usually only find one a night."&nbsp; She giggled softly, "I once found a cat head in the stars." &nbsp;She looked around the stars, trying to find the beginning star, looking back in time to when she had found it before to help her find the starting point.&nbsp; "It is very hard to see unless you are away from any light sources." She tried to point it out in the sky, a circle face with triangle ears and stars for eyes and nose.&nbsp; Unfortunately it was too early in the night for all of the stars to be visible. "It gets easier to see at midnight."&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Throughout her pointing out stars for her cat head, her eyes were constantly drawn towards Gigi's face, sliding over her soft lips, her sharp cheekbones and chin, her smooth skin.&nbsp; All the while her free hand was moving between pointing out a star and sliding softly, lightly along Gigi's arm and playing with the other young woman's fingers as she held on to Gigi's hand comfortably. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Mansion}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>17-04-2020, 20:48:36</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong> Sunday, January 5th - 8:15 PM </strong></span><br><em>Tia’s Bedroom</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/TiaScreenshot_2020-04-15_15.22.20.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Tia Hernandez<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> As Pictured<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Drink and Girl Talk<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> None<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Marley, CLOSED<br><hr><br>Tia had put in some serious work.&nbsp; She had cleared and sorted all the old crap that had been stored in the building out and found that some of that junk had been holding the structure stable.&nbsp; She had shored up the weakened areas as best she could with some salvaged wood from the stockpile but it was a temporary fix. Then she cleaned up the inside and around the building so it wasn't a danger.&nbsp; &nbsp;All in all she had put in about ten hours of work. Hot, sweaty, tiring work.&nbsp; Her only break had been the ten minutes or so she had sat with Marley in the yard when she asked Marley up to share late night drinks with her.&nbsp; Honestly Tia had done way to much drinking alone in the months she had been at the Cathedral and the thought of sharing that time with another person had been appealing as much as it would probably be therapeutic. <br><br>Tia had eaten dinner down in the dining room with some of the others.&nbsp; It was the usual idle chit chat and Tia had been so tired that she really hadn’t been much of a participant, again something that had been all too common in the last couple of months.&nbsp; So when Marley had mentioned that a drink at the end of the day sounded like a good idea Tia decided to take a chance and invite her to join her.&nbsp; It was all too possible that Marley just wanted to grill her on possible threats and other “work” stuff and that was fine too.&nbsp; Tia had been taken off guard earlier today at Marley’s pledge of protection and her flippant reply about dying for someone.&nbsp; She couldn’t have known how that would sound to Tia and Tia had reacted defensively.&nbsp; She needed to apologize for that.&nbsp; She liked Marley.&nbsp; The woman was driven and smart and if Tia was being honest to herself Marley was attractive.&nbsp; Cute was the word that came to mind when Tia thought of the best word to describe her, which to Tia was not a put down. Cute could be very sexy if she let herself consider it, which she hadn’t…much.&nbsp; <br><br>Finding another woman attractive was uncomfortable.&nbsp; It had been a year and Tia felt the loss of Kesi in ways that were profoundly deep and yet there were times when Tia felt the magnetic pull of attraction to another woman.&nbsp; Not the depth of attraction that came from love, but the more primal infatuation of wanting to touch someone and wanting to be touched by someone other than yourself.&nbsp; She had been puzzling her way through that for a while now.&nbsp; So it shouldn’t have been a surprise to her when after her shower, she found herself standing in front of her mirror wondering what she should wear for the evening, but it did.&nbsp; Much of Tia’s wardrobe consisted of cut off denim shorts, scavenged gym gear and some ridiculously fancy clothing that she really had no reason to use, but she had loved when she found then in an old store. Due to the nature of Tia’s power she often exposed more of her skin to the sun that others would dare and that could make others uncomfortable.&nbsp; It was a consideration now, too. After taking way too much time wondering about clothing appropriate for drinks with the boss and looking at her curvaceous form with scrunched of lips and a furrowed brow she said…<br><br>“Fuck it.”&nbsp; She was tired and this was supposed to be relaxing.&nbsp; She went to the closet and pulled out her favorite jumper. It was soft and stretchy and she loved how it looked even if it was total lounge wear she never left her room in.&nbsp; She pulled a light robe around it and gave herself a nod.&nbsp; Perfect for curling up on a couch with a glass of wine.&nbsp; Speaking of which, Tia walked over and poured herself a glass and one for Marley.&nbsp; There were other bottles there too, including that bottle of Tequila that Marley had mentioned.&nbsp; Tia settled onto her couch (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dd/Tiacouch.jpg) and set the glasses down on a tiny coffee table.&nbsp; She curled her feet up and relaxed into the soft expanse.&nbsp; <br><br>The light rap on the door sent Tia’s head shooting up from the pillow it had settled against.&nbsp; She must have fallen asleep the moment she had curled into the couch.&nbsp; Hopefully it hadn’t been long, she fretted, and hurried over to the door with a quick check in the mirror for bed head.&nbsp; She mustn’t have been asleep for long as with a quick pat down of one unruly strand she was back in order and opening the door.&nbsp; Marley was there, standing somewhat awkwardly.&nbsp; She had the cutest pink top, one Tia could never pull off for obvious reasons and black pants and looked like she was more ready for drinks with colleagues than the cozy gabfest Tia had been hoping for.&nbsp; Still Tia greeted her with an only slightly embarrassed smile. Fuck it.&nbsp; She had made a choice and was going to own it.<br><br>“Hi, Marley.&nbsp; Come on it.” She said and stepped aside to let the pretty woman in.&nbsp; Tia’s room was not large. It was taken up mostly by her bed and her couch.&nbsp; It was an eclectic mix of small personal possessions. A couple of pictures of Kesi or her and Kesi, the only things she could take on the run from the IOS and items she found out scavenging.&nbsp; The room had a bohemian vibe that seemed appropriate to the woman.&nbsp; Tia turned, her unfastened robe twirling a little around her legs as she did and swept up the glasses.&nbsp; She handed one to Marley and once again curled up in one corner of the couch leaving plenty of room for Marley to join her.&nbsp; <br><br>“Have a seat.&nbsp; I made sure I had something more than wine if you if it doesn’t give you the warm fuzzies.” She added waiting for Marley to join her.&nbsp; “Welcome to Casa Hernandez.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Mansion}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>17-04-2020, 23:10:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th – 9:00pm</strong></span><br><em>Roof</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fb/B9a34e3285c24644d42b4d8bc80d7534.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Gigi Dias<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> As above<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Date Night<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> None<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gia, CLOSED<br><hr><br>Gigi gave Gia’s hand a squeeze when it found her's again.&nbsp; She liked the closeness as their bare shoulders brushed and how Gia wiggled up against her. Gigi would have expected all color to drain from her face and for her throat to go dry again, but the matter of fact way Gia told that they were going to kiss and that she was looking forward to it and most important that she like her too brought a genuinely big smile to Gigi’s lips as she stared up into the sky.&nbsp; It was her turn to look over at Gia as she now looked up into the sky. Her more common smirk appeared as her eyes lingered over the profile of those soft features.&nbsp; She didn’t have to see the probabilities to know she was going to kiss Gia tonight.&nbsp; Come hell or high water it was going to happen and Gia was looking forward to it. Every bit of tension in her body was gone in that moment.&nbsp; There were some perks to having a girlfriend that could tell the future.&nbsp; That had been one of them.<br><br>“Well no pressure then.” She said, a hint of a tease in her voice as she turned back to the stars. As Gia began to trace the kitty in the sky Gigi followed along before making her stop.&nbsp; “Wait.” She said and shuffled her body even closer so that they were touching side to side and she dipped her head so they were almost cheek to cheek looking at the twinkling night.&nbsp; “There.&nbsp; Now I can follow your finger better.” She said softly almost daring Gia to call her out for her deception. Their fingers were intertwined resting at their side.<br><br>“There?” she pointed. Her eyes sliding a little towards Gia.&nbsp; Their hair was mingled beneath them on the blanket and her body gave a shiver that had nothing to do with the temperature.&nbsp; She followed along as Gia outlined the kitty head as best she could listening to Gia talk.&nbsp; She felt Gia’s eyes on her and she glanced more than once herself.&nbsp; They were so close that when she glance Gia’s way all she could see was her, all she wanted to see was her.&nbsp; When Gia’s eyes would flicker her way she would look back into the sky.&nbsp; It became a bit of a game until all they were doing was looking into each other’s eye or at each other’s lips.<br><br>“I guess…” Gigi nibbled at her bottom lip. “We’re gonna have too…” Those lips were so close. She was holding her breath. “Stay out here a while…” She whispered as she pressed her lips against Gia’s and the world dropped away.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Mansion}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chajesdad</strong> on <strong>18-04-2020, 04:41:35</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th, 9:00 AM</strong></span><br><em>The Cathedral, Tiggy's Room, Squee!</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d5/Vedaa_Arsenal_2.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Antigone Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Turquoise bikini top and bottom, grey vest and knee length skirt, flex-steel combat boots<br><strong>DOING:</strong> <br><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Barry/closed<br><hr>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He was listening he was going. Oh she didn't want him to go. Then he was kissing her. She was blurring her thoughts, one side progressing dragging him back into the room, the other needing a minute, an hour, a day to process where this was going. She was still reeling from him taking charge, that was nice. Only a small part of her was listening, she repeated him. "Dinner, tonight." She agreed. She agreed? Her memory ran another thread, his words moments ago.<br><br>First date and consensual sex…planned ok.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She processed his words as her instructions, is that what he was thinking? Eric and Marley said she did what she wanted, not what someone else expected. Barry was intense, so sure in word and act that they were together, together. She had done little to dispel that thought, and truly wasn't adverse to the idea. He was just so, intense. She had agreed to dinner, that was all. She would see what happened, and even her father, who had been with an alien had advised that a woman should not give it up on the first date. Had her mother? It was not like she was around long according to her father. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; What would she wear? The door closed. <br><br>&lt;&lt;Exit scene Antigone&gt;&gt;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>21-04-2020, 01:53:57</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Sunday, January 5th - 8:15 PM</strong></span><br><em>Tia's Bedroom</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/74/85/5f/74855f3c39ee46344adc5276e4f95415.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> Cute outfit (pictured), barefeet<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Having drinks<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> --<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Tia | CLOSED</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">At the sight of the other woman’s soft, stretchy robe, Marley wondered if she should take her business, pleated trousers off, too. Then again, that wasn’t really appropriate, and she was pretty damn sure she’d already made an ass of herself earlier, <em>without</em> displaying her underwear. “Hi, Tia,” she commented lightly as she stepped through the open bedroom door. A quick glance around the room made her notice more differences, beyond their attire. If Tia’s bedroom was bohemian, Marley had taken a much more minimal approach to her quarters. She had kept her office desk and bookshelves, but only moved her dresser, beloved hammock, and – <em>now dead</em> – plants into the space. Many new members thought Marley’s office was… just her office, and that her hammock was rather out of place.<br><br>But before Marley could say much else, she was swept into Tia’s whirlwind, and handed a glass of wine. She swirled the alcohol in its clear container for a moment before eyeing the spot next to Tia on the couch. <em>How the fuck did she get a couch up two flights of stairs? Did she ever stop working?</em> Marley asked neither question as she sat down on the opposite end of the couch. She swirled her wine again, before taking two generous gulps of it. It didn’t taste like much to her, but with her powers that was to be expected.<br><br>“Look…” Marley began, looking mostly at her lap still, “I know my powers might make things difficult and awkward. I also know that I am, quite possibly, the <em>least</em> deserving of them and I know there are or <em>were</em> other people you wish had them instead of me…” Her late wife chief among them. “But sometimes I <em>need</em> to talk about them. I don’t know how else to do so, because if I’m not making inappropriate jokes then I’m recounting all the terrors I’ve come back from.” Marley gave a small shrug, and then looked at Tia with what could only be described as a small, sad smile. “Not all of which were self-inflicted…” Some of them were. When Marley was younger, she did like to experiment with her powers, much like any other teenager with supernatural abilities and hormones. But most of her deaths, at least the ones she could remember, weren’t intentional.<br><br>“That said,” she swallowed another full mouthful of wine, almost finishing her glass, “I <em>am</em> sorry if what I said was insensitive. No one likes talking about death, especially not now with the…” instead of finishing that thought, Marley gestured to view outside of the window’s in Tia’s bedroom, which showed the devastated landscape after the Eclipse. “So I don’t really talk about my powers, ever.” She finished her glass easily, still feeling clear headed, and not intoxicated at all. She breathed, then smiled again at the woman sitting across from her. This time far more visibly. “Besides, your abilities are way more interesting. I’m sure the kids would love a demo, if you were ever up to it. I know you like work that involves carpentry and sweat, but other teaching methods have their elegance too,” she looked into Tia’s eyes with a smirk, “and I say that as a high school drop out.”<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Mansion}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>21-04-2020, 21:55:20</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong> Sunday, January 5th - 8:15 PM </strong></span><br><em>Tia’s Bedroom</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/TiaScreenshot_2020-04-15_15.22.20.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Tia Hernandez<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <br><strong>DOING:</strong> Drink and Girl Talk<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> None<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Marley, CLOSED<br><hr><br>At the word “Look” Tia raised an eyebrow but said nothing.&nbsp; She lounged against the well-used couch, found in an old furniture warehouse. It had some patches here and there where Tia had needed to repair it and one of the back legs was a stack of old magazines, but it was big and mushy and Tia was rather fond of it.&nbsp; She watched Marley as she settled into the couch and did something not everyone seemed to do in these days of survival.&nbsp; She listened.&nbsp; Listened and sipped at her wine.&nbsp; &nbsp;She wasn’t mad.&nbsp; If fact she felt rather guilty about the way she had acted.&nbsp; It was hardly Marley’s fault that Kesi was dead, nor was it her fault that she couldn’t die.&nbsp; Everyone with abilities had faced at the very least the jealousy that Tia had tossed Marley’s way and at worst abject hatred for being different.&nbsp; When Marley paused Tia waved a hand in the air as she had just taken a sip of wine and was trying to swallow.&nbsp; When she finished it she was shaking her head.<br><br>“No work talk.” She said chiding but not in a bitchy sort of way. “And you have nothing to apologize for.” Tia added with a bit of a heavy sigh.&nbsp; “I am sorry that I power shamed you.&nbsp; I shouldn’t have.&nbsp; It has been a year since <strong>Kesi</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2b/Kesi.png) died and it still hurts, but you shouldn’t have to walk around on eggshells with me or anyone about your ability and if you want to talk about it.&nbsp; I am here.” Tia wanted Marley to understand that.&nbsp; It had been a bad moment for her, but how she reacted today wasn’t HER.&nbsp; There were many questions Tia had about Marley’s ability, but she didn’t want to sit here and interrogate the pretty woman.&nbsp; She would let Marley talk about it as much as she wanted.&nbsp; <br><br>“Kesi and I used to do this a lot.” Tia offered. She rarely talked in detail about Kesi with anyone. Most knew she had been married and many knew Kesi’s name, but that was about it.&nbsp; Tia never really thought about why that was.&nbsp; Maybe it was the wine but she thought if Marley wanted to talk honestly about something so personal as her powers then she could open up too. <br><br>“I think we started it before we were even dating.” Tia mused, her mind going to the ramshackled village they had spent a year in in Cambodia on Tia’s first tour in the Corp.&nbsp; They, and the rest of the volunteers had sat around drinking Sraa Tram, a traditional fermented rice wine liqueur infused with coconut and pineapple, after a long day of building their huts.&nbsp; “It’s nice having someone to share a drink with again.&nbsp; It hasn’t felt the same doing it alone,” she admitted. “So thank you for joining me.” Taking another drink and setting her glass down for a refill.&nbsp; She hadn’t finished the glass off but felt the need to do something with her hands while she talked.&nbsp; Once done and sure her throat wasn’t going to catch from the well of emotions that came with thoughts of Kesi. Tia settled back into the couch and wrapped her loose robe around her curvaceous form, letting slightly misty eyes fall onto Marley. .<br>&nbsp;<br>“I guess I was so adamant about not wanting you to die because I have already had someone I care about die in front of me. I don’t want to have that happen ever again.” In the months since she had become a part of the Cathedral, Tia had come to admire and respect Marley and yes even care about her. It wasn’t a structured feeling.&nbsp; She didn’t worship her like Kaine and wasn’t enthralled with her like Eric.&nbsp; It was ephemeral.&nbsp; An admiration and attraction that tugged at Tia’s attentions.&nbsp; Friendship was as good a word as any with a side dish of attraction and a heaping bowl of guilt for good measure.&nbsp; <br><br>“I mean it must hurt to die.” Her words held a question in them. <em>”What is it like to die?’</em>&nbsp; There wasn’t a person alive that didn’t wondered and Marley knew. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Mansion}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>22-04-2020, 02:29:58</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 9:00 pm</strong></span><br><em>Roof</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/McLj4bH.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Gia Devlin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15286077#msg15286077)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> form fitting Black Lace over white silk dress, sleeveless with a V neck ending just above her knees<br><strong>DOING:</strong> First Date with Gigi<br><strong>NOTE:</strong><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Gigi, Closed<br><hr><br>Gia smiled as Gigi went to move in closer, pressing the side of their bodies together as she pulled the brunette's arm around her shoulders to use her forearm as a pillow.&nbsp; The busty blonde's left arm was across her body to keep a hold of Gigi's hand as she cradled her head on the brunette's bicep with their heads lightly touching.&nbsp; Gia did take the opportunity to use her arm to press her bosom upward a little bit more to emphasize the rounded firm shape of her ladies.&nbsp; <br><br>She continued to point out the kitty constellation she had found as she enjoyed the warmth of Gigi's body pressing into hers.&nbsp; Everytime she looked up at the sky, searching for the next star, she felt Gigi's gaze on her.&nbsp; When she turned to look at Gigi, the brunette was looking up at the sky.&nbsp; As a little game started, trying to not get caught looking, until the ended up staring into each others eyes. <br><br>Gia looks into Gigi's soft blue eyes, licking her soft, pouty lips as her eyes glance down at Gigi's soft lips, immediately returning to Gigi's blue eyes as she nodded in agreement, "Yes, will have to stay up late."&nbsp; She whispered in agreement as she didn't need her foresight to know she was about to be kissed.&nbsp; And then Gigi's lips were pressing against hers as pleasure surged through her body as she returned the kiss softly, sucking on Gigi's lower lip as she reached across to pull Gigi closer to her.&nbsp; Her eyes closed as she moved against Gigi's soft lips, lost in the moment as time dropped away and all her senses were focused on feeling the brunette pressing against her, Gigi's intoxicating smell, the feel of soft lips against hers, returning kiss for kiss, forgetting about needing to breathe until her body finally demanded she pull back and catch a breath, "better than expected." &nbsp;She whispered as she pulled down on Gigi's head for more kissing.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Mansion}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Codexa</strong> on <strong>22-04-2020, 05:02:02</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 15th – 3:15 PM</strong></span><br><em>Medical Bay</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YHh9FMl.jpg?1)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> CJ SANTORO (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15320931#msg15320931)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This (https://i.imgur.com/N236qES.jpg) + Her usual worn combat boots<br><strong>DOING:</strong> Reacting to the chaos\ gettin' to it.<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> N/a<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Eric, Tia, Marley, Kaine, Xidora | OPEN<br><hr><br>CJ hadn't been an active participant in the events outside, she'd been perched on a wall observing the other's before something had taken her attention away from the combat class. Yes, she was a student here at Cathedral, and yes, attendance was apparently a thing - much like high school - but she'd made the choice to casually observe from up high. That choice did end up giving her a spectacular of the ship plummeting to the ground.<br><br>For a horrible second, she remembered otherworldly beings, and bloody battles with friends lost. CJ had straightened, watched in a kind of mute horror as memories clashed with reality. The ship rolled, smoke trailing behind it, and she understood that whatever/whoever was onboard was very much in trouble, and she'd taken an oath to help people regardless of lots of leftover issues from a crappy war that had destroyed everything she loved. <br><br>Debris peppered the area surrounding the school, a dust storm rolled in and was quickly handled by Kaine. CJ didn't stick around much longer, she'd hopped down, ignoring the sudden spike a pain from her ankle, since it healed a few moments later. The beauty of having wicked cool healing powers. It didn't take her long to get to the medical bay. As soon as she set foot inside, she was in full-on healer mode. <br><br>The rest really was flippin' chaos. <br><br>Several key things happened in rapid succession, and it reminded her of those really bad nights when she'd worked as a paramedic in Los Angeles. The kind where there were multiple victims, and everything was a kind of ordered chaos, with the flashing lights, and the cops standing, questioning, while she and her fellows had just been there to save lives, or make sure the ones who wouldn't survive as comfortable as possible. No one had died alone if she could help it.<br><br>Marley was there, her expression full of confusion as she took in the scene unfolding. Antigone - someone CJ had only had very brief interactions with was laid upon a sliver table teeth gritted in pain as Eric checked her over. CJ's attention shifted to her sister's questioning blue eyes. But before she could explain, Kaine blew in like a hurricane, and he was bearing gifts. Well... he was carrying a very unconscious alien woman in his arms and one look told CJ that the girl (They looked female!) was definitely worse off than Antigone. <br><br>She spared him another quick glance, reassured herself he was fine, before refocusing on those who needed help.<br><br>Eric started in on the orders, and she was only half-listening, already moving to the more critical patient. Yes, Antigone was in pain, but she was also stable enough to talk quite a bit. The alien on the other hand... CJ was already in motion when Eric asked her about being an EMT (fortunately, he couldn't see the way she rolled her eyes, as her head was bent over her patient) <strong>" Yep"</strong> Was her only response as she began her assessment. <br><br>CJ had seen a lot during the Eclipse. She'd treated people, human and alien. Some of them with systems that left her more than a little baffled. But, she was absolutely not an expert on alien anatomy, and while this woman? looked humanoid enough, she wasn't taking chances by jumping in all willy nilly. Who knew what was going on under the hood. The gash on her forehead was the most obvious injuries, a few quick tests made her think there were a few broken bones, and she could see the bruising on the skin she'd exposed as she checked for signs of greater damage.<br><br>Since her patient couldn't tell her what she felt, CJ had to go off what she could figure out this way. <br><br>Clicking her tongue, She focused. Internal injuries were a major concern... any injury to the head was never anything to play around with. <strong>" Let's get the bleeding stopped, and treat what we can see."</strong> CJ glanced up at Tia, a small smile breaking across her face for a brief moment. She had heard the beautiful woman's voice. <strong>" Thanks for the help,"</strong> Her brows furrowed slightly. <strong>" I'm concerned about internal injuries the most."</strong> The next few moments were a whirlwind of activity. CJ was in motion, helping get things, or directing Tia to grab her this or that, making use of the lovely ladies offered help as she directed her to hold something, or wipe up gushing blood (CJ had sincerely hoped Tia wasn't the squeamish type.) Sweat had started to bead on the young woman's forehead as she fought to get the green-skinned alien stable enough to handle surgery. <br><br>No freaking way was someone dying if she could help it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Mansion}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>22-04-2020, 07:34:30</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 15th - 3:00 PM</strong></span><br><em>Medical Bay, Mansion</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> Tia, Marley, Eric, Antigone, CJ, Anyone else<br><hr><br>Even though Kaine had did his best to protect Xidora during the run from her ship to the medical bay, the pressure of him running at superspeeds still aggravated her condition a little.&nbsp; It was probably a good thing she was mostly out of it, mumbling in the Zeste tongue, which Kaine didn't know and even if he had, she was probably unintelligible.&nbsp; As Kaine took her into the Cathedral, she subconsciously tried to pull out of his arms, but that could be for any reason.&nbsp; Even her reacting to delirium. <br><br><strong>"kkeackkk!!" </strong>A harsh sounding word escaped past her lips as CJ started her examination, especially when she felt along the green skinned woman's ribs.&nbsp; Looking into Xidora's eyes, they looked glassy and unfocused but the woman was partly conscious, but the soft mumbling didn't sound intelligible. Except for what was probably a curse word escaping past her lips as CJ pressed a painful part of her body. <br><br>CJ would notice what would feel like a bit of swelling where a human's gall bladder was, but no knowing what that organ would be in this woman.&nbsp; Also one eye was basically sealed shut by her green blood as it slowly pumped out of the injury to her scalp, a fairly serious slash.&nbsp; She definitely felt some cracked ribs.&nbsp; Scalp wounds generall being very dangerous, the first thing that CJ did was wash away the green blood with water so she could see what was going on better.&nbsp; She would have liked to use alcohol, but there was no knowing how the alien woman would react, water was safer.&nbsp; She quickly cleared the eye of the gummy blood so that the alien woman would be able to see better and to be able to better judge how the green skinned woman's eyes were focusing.&nbsp; As she examined the scalp wound, what ever sliced her skin open, didn't crack the skull underneath.<br><br><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> Helping in Med Bay<br><strong>NOTE:</strong><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Tia, Marley, Eric, Antigone, CJ, Anyone else<br><hr><br>Gia didn't know anything about medicine, beyond basic first aid, but she could help.&nbsp; Using her foresight, she was giving Tia and Marley the things they needed to hand CJ and Eric.&nbsp; She was looking forward in time to see what was needed and giving it to Marley and Tia, speeding up treatment just that little bit.&nbsp; She didn't bother with stuff Tia and Marley was able to grab and passing on on their own, but the things that weren't immediately at hand or if they were asked for something that they didn't know. <br><br>She didn't like dealing with blood, but anyone who had survived the Eclipse, learned how to handle it.&nbsp; She had brought Tia for a particular reason, but it was something best discovered by Tia, on her own.&nbsp; The extra time she would save by saying something immediately didn't matter for the woman's survival, so she was willing to hold back the information and leave it to Tia to discover for the long term benefit. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cathedral {Mansion}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>22-04-2020, 19:37:05</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Tuesday, January 14th - 12:30pm</strong></span><br><em>Medical Bay</em></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9wHAQ9L.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong> Adam Kincaid (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15321133#msg15321133)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; Jeans, tee-shirt, faded green jacket<br><strong>DOING:</strong>&nbsp; Arriving at Cathedral<br><strong>NOTE:</strong> -<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Antigone, Marley, Open<br><hr><br>Adam would openly admit that Antigone made him more than a little nervous.&nbsp; Her entire behavioral pattern screamed someone that wasn't at all used to dealing with people and the sword that was nearby was close enough that he doubted he would be able to shield himself from it.&nbsp; It was unlikely it would actually pierce his skin as nothing had since he had discovered his mutation, but he still didn't want to test that theory today, not to mention it would force him to reveal cards that he liked to keep close to his chest for now.&nbsp; So as he followed her through the house, he was careful not to stray until they reached what he could clearly tell was a medical bay of some sort.&nbsp; And sitting at the console nearby was the woman that he could only assume was Marley.&nbsp; An assumption that was clarified when Antigone introduced them and then stood off to the side, clearly waiting for Marley to give her instructions.<br><br>As for Adam, he would remain silent as Marley would acknowledge their presence before telling Antigone to go ahead and head out to her combat classes.&nbsp; It certainly explained the armor and sword and also allowed Adam to relax just a bit when he learned that the potential hostility that came with such equipment wasn't currently aimed at him.&nbsp; Once Antigone had left, there was still silence as Marley looked over some papers and was working on a Popsicle of some sort, which just made Adam acutely aware of the fact that he hadn't eaten since a very light breakfast around six in the morning.&nbsp; But he didn't say anything about that as he doubted that it would make a very good first impression.&nbsp; And when Marley finally spun in her chair to regard him, he would have to try not to allow a slight smirk to grow on his own face when he realized that he was being toyed with to a certain extent.&nbsp; It made him want to play back, but he was able to suppress that desire as he knew that he still had to make that good first impression.&nbsp; At least for now.<br><br><strong>"Well I heard that this was a good place for mutants to come and seek safety and shelter,"</strong> he said as he looked at her, <strong>"Not only that, but there's a friend of mine that's either here or going to be on her way here before too long.&nbsp; Does the name CJ mean anything to you?"</strong>&nbsp; He was admittedly very curious.&nbsp; The walk to this point hadn't produced any evidence of CJ's presence, but that didn't mean that she wasn't here.&nbsp; It was a big place and who knew where his best friend could be.&nbsp; But he did hope that she was here and that Marley knew her.&nbsp; It would certainly help him in the introduction phase of this whole thing.&nbsp; But even if not, he was fairly certain that he would be able to talk his way into being allowed to stick around so that he could be here when his best friend finally managed to tear herself away from whatever project she might have been involved in and make her way here.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"As for me, I suppose you want to know a bit more about who I am, am I right?"</strong> he said as he kept going, regardless of if Marley knew CJ or not since at the end of the day, she would need to know who he was no matter the answer, <strong>"Well, you know my name is Adam.&nbsp; I'm a mutant, I fought in the Eclipse.&nbsp; Oh......and I'm a mast of geokinesis."</strong>&nbsp; He smiled a bit as he paused and looked at Marley, curious as to what she might say to that.&nbsp; If nothing else, he figured that it would keep the conversation moving so that they could get past this awkward meeting phase and get to the meat and potatoes of the fact that he was looking to stay here.
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