<div class="floatleft">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/142/5/6/18_05_2014__2__by_allexisn-d7jbp5y.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Milena Lebedev<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Mila<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As shown.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Maple Images, Downtown Toronto<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tee and Kay<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Work stuff, texts<br/><hr/>Mila returned to her desk after studying the thumbnail for the fifth time.  There was just something about this frame that didn't feel right.  In her opinion, the scene was disjointed.  Was it the lighting, the angle, the characters' stance?  It had been bugging her for the last hour, and even more annoying that she couldn't put her finger on it.<br/><br/>She sent a jabber to her lead. "What if we panned up from their feet?"<br/><br/>She had already rendered the change when she received the go ahead.  She forwarded the two second piece to the team.  It was better, she felt, but still not great.  Perhaps someone else could help it out.<br/><br/>She glanced over her desk.  Dozens of hand drawn stills of everything from settings and character designs to wardrobes covered the walls around her monitor.  She'd poured a lot of herself into this game, and wanted every second to be amazing.  She believed most of the team felt the same way which simply meant their expectations were just as high as her own.<br/><br/>Her chat box popped up, and a message from her supervisor read "looks good.  Nice call."  There were a number of other compliments from various teammates.  They were all working late, even though the deadline for this cinematic was weeks away. A few minutes later another message from her lead appeared. "Time to go home, folks. Good work today."<br/><br/>Her eyes darted to the lower right of her computer screen and she was surprised to see the time.  Another message appeared on the screen.  "Drink at Rujio's!!!"  Mila wasn't always the most socially inclined person, but she was very tempted to go.<br/><br/>She pulled her phone from her purse, which rested on the floor beneath her desk. There was a reminder that Kay, a friend from childhood, had moved back to Toronto today.  While they had emailed off and on over the last few years, she hadn't seen Kay since she'd moved way back when.<br/><br/>Mila twisted her lips in consideration for a moment, before she decided upon her action.  She quickly types out a group text and sent it to both Kay and Tee, another friend from childhood.  "Impromptu gathering at Rujio's.  Love to see you both."  She then quickly copied the address for the local pub and sent that to both of her childhood friends.<br/><br/>With that done, she saved and closed the half dozen programs that were running, then shutdown her computer.  She slipped her purse over her shoulder, finished off the now cold double mocha latte that was delivered several hours ago, tossed the cup in the nearby recycling bin, and then headed toward the elevator with the rest of her team.