<div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Paul Raike</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3727041#msg3727041) - <strong>Penthouse Studio A</strong> - <em>Walking into Studio A from the elevators</em></div><br/>The trip up in the elevator was thankfully uneventful; he'd been tempted to try his hand at a waltz in the small space, but the fairly high probability of having someone walk in on him while doing it dissuaded him, and instead he bounced on his toes in time with the music in his head . He let his thoughts drift where they would, harmless daydreaming as the elevator did the work of climbing the floors for him; red and white danced on a canvas of green as imagination exploded into vibrant color. The doors opened at the penthouse, and he bounced off of the lift, not even realizing he was quietly singing as he headed back towards the big studio room they'd prepared that morning. "Just follow the seasons, and find the time/Reach for the bright side/You don't seem me fly into the red/One more you're nuts/Just follow the daaay," he sang, growing to a crescendo as he entered the room. "Follow the day, and reach for the SUN!" Thunder rumbled in the distance, begging to differ, but it wasn't enough to ruin his good mood.<br/><br/>He moved over to the big table in the corner of the room and began emptying the bag of its contents, arranging them neatly along the edge of the table. He pulled out the neatly folded leaves of lettuce, each of which carefully cradled a squat pile of pea green wasabi balls wearing little hats of translucent ginger slices. Finally, he set out the paper wrapped chopsticks and plastic forks, and looked around for Aline. "Miss Myobi?" he called, glancing out into the hallway towards her office. "Lunch is ready!"