<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/rEQebvr.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>"Cali"<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 May 2019<br/><strong>Location:</strong>CADMUS Cloning Facility<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pajamas (sweat pants, old tee shirt) -> Shorts and oversized tee shirt<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong><br/><strong>Warnings:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The morning was mostly like any other.  Cali woke up having not slept particularly well the night before.  There was a tension or an anxiety that had plagued her when she had gone to bed.  It wasn't easy to identify why exactly, but it was probably just an excited state of mind.  So it was with great reluctance--and a greater yawn--that she eventually roused herself and rose up out of bed.  She went first to the kitchen to get herself a glass of orange juice.  Various sensors in the apartment-cell reacted her her activity and things started to come alive inside.  She'd gotten used to ignoring most of them.  She sipped at the orange juice before going about preparing herself some breakfast.  Her routine continued as it usually did, breakfast was followed by a period of time laying naked in a special "tanning" booth which was recently changed to intense yellow sun radiation.  Afterwards it was some exercise in the specially constructed room connected to the sunning room.  Her progress had been exceptional given the short amount of time she'd had to absorb the solar energy.  The metrics were, of course, monitored elsewhere and fed off to "Uncle Lex".  Finally it was time for a shower and a change of clothes so she could relax for a little while.<br/><br/>She was studying, she'd been doing a lot of that lately, though her latest area of study was more about tactics and combat.  The news was droning on in the background as she read.  It was easy enough to tune it out, there was usually nothing of terribly great interest.  When she'd finished up a couple of chapters on close quarters combat she put her book down and went to prepare some lunch.  A club sandwich would be simple and light enough for the day.  She hummed a tune by Pat Benatar as she worked, and soon she was taking a few bites as her attention focused on the news, watching various headlines and the mindless banter between the hosts.  Eventually the local news cut out and was replaced by the parent national news organization with a breaking headline.  Cali's brow furrowed slightly as she watched, taking a few more bites of her sandwich before the announcement came over the news.<br/><br/>"Oh..." she muttered, mouth half-full still, "oh no" she swallowed hard and put a hand over her mouth as she set the food down on the counter.<br/><br/>While not exactly a panic switch, there was a button that she could use to summon outside help if she needed it.  She was there in an instant, pressing the button feverishly while shouting, "Hey!  HEY!  He's going crazy out there!  I have to go!"  She briefly considered trying to beat her way through the door or walls, but they likely were reinforced and had other failsafes within them.  This would be simpler, and besides this is what she'd been waiting for all along, wasn't it?