<strong>Orpheus Meeting Room - Tuesday, August 2nd</strong><br/><br/>The Orpheus compound always seemed to be about five degrees cooler than the thermostats seemed to suggest.  It was a common enough issue, and few employees even seemed to notice, but simply raising the effective temperatures seemed to solve the problem.  No one really knew why, especially since most had better things to worry about than building insulation, although the lab technicians often had some interesting theories involving ectoplasmic heat sinks or cryogenic aftereffects.<br/><br/>The meeting room had already been set up by Ms. Cho, who was dressed up in her usual attire:<br/>a business skirt-suit with supple nylon stockings mostly hidden behind the long wooden table.  Her laptop had been set up behind the podium and hooked into the projector to allow the slide show presentation to be seen by the entire crucible.  The screen saver already playing on the side of the wall displayed her diligence to her work by arriving some time ago to ensure that everything was set up perfectly for the crucible’s new mission.<br/><br/>There were roughly twenty rolling office chairs set up across the table, many of which had already been pulled out to allow for easier access by post-life entities who wished to sit.  The center of the table had already been set with various refreshments: coffee, tea, juice, and the like.  In the corner of the room, at the floor, lay a cat’s bowl filled with milk.<br/><br/>The meeting had been set for 10:00 sharp, with approximately two weeks having been specifically designed to allow the crucible some time to interact and meet one another.  Ms. Cho couldn’t help but feel a little nervous, wondering if she’d pushed too hard or not enough to allow the five to meet.  Still, such events would only be proven one way or another with time, and diligent patience was now required of her.