<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/92/BridgeBunniesAvatarMacross2032.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lt. Porter, Ens. McMillan, Lt. Morgenstern<br/><strong>Date:</strong>March 11, 2032<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Roast in Space<br/><strong>With:</strong>Kira, Open<br/><hr/>One of the first customers who entered the Roast to the sound of a bell rung by the opening door was one of the officers of the base. After a brief bow toward the proprietress and a "good morning", the half-Japanese woman walked briskly to what she considered her usual table and sat down. Hitomi Morgenstern adjusted her the red jacket of her service dress uniform ever so slightly, before she pushed herself against the backrest of the bench facing the table for four she was now seated at.<br/><br/>"Coffee, sugar, no milk, please." She pushed back her sleeve for a brief, habitual glance at her watch and continued, "Also one cappuccino and one vanilla latte, if you please, Miss McKlane."<br/><br/>Lieutenant Morgenstern's eyes turned to the window, while her sleeve was pulled back into the exact same position it had been eight seconds ago. It was still dawn in the park. More than enough time for coffee. Coffee with... any second now...<br/><br/>Two shapes passed before the window and a moment later the door was pushed open again, two young women in black skirts and red jackets bouncing into the cafe. "Good morning," they sang out in unison, before they made their way to Hitomi Morgenstern's table in a series of dance steps, shoulders swaying and heads bopping to the rhythm of a song they both hummed.<br/><br/>"Good morning, Lieutenant," they chirped as they plopped down on the bench opposite their senior.<br/><br/>"Good morning," Hitomi replied, her tone all business, but the faintest hint of a smile tugging at her lips. "Trixie. Ayesha." She nodded at the woman with the greenish-brown hair first, then the darker-skinned blonde, observing a strict order of seniority in her greeting. "You seem to be in a good mood today."<br/><br/>"Mmhmm. We've been practicing for the next karaoke session. Want to hear?" Without waiting for an answer Trixie Porter began to beat a rhythm with her foot and her hand tapping on the table. "Go, girl," she invited Ayesha McMillan who didn't hesitate a second to follow the beat with her own tapping foot a moment, before she sang half the song, appearing completely oblivious to the fact that they were in the middle of a cafe steadily filling with customers. It wasn't the first time – and it wouldn't be the last time.<br/><br/><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The song in question</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://youtu.be/NwHW8eXJfjM?list=PL_LjfvV-J_fxxwss9lKd2KYWIs-eoQ-8M</div></div><br/><em>OOC: I took the liberty of setting the date to the 11th. That way the new arrivals can join the scene after they found their apartments.</em>