Orpheus - Main IC Thread
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				Title: <strong>Orpheus - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>10-07-2011, 21:17:25</strong>
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				<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.&nbsp; It was a common enough issue, and few employees even seemed to notice, but simply raising the effective temperatures seemed to solve the problem.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; The center of the table had already been set with various refreshments: coffee, tea, juice, and the like.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Still, such events would only be proven one way or another with time, and diligent patience was now required of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Orpheus - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 15:34:35</strong>
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				Delilah believed in being fashionably late. When you were late the boring preparations had been done, the party had started and no one expected more than a casual nod to the usual formalities. And besides, one had to be late to make an entrance. No one ever impressed an empty room. She did not know what it was like to arrive first and wait side by side with their hosts for other visitors, but she didn’t think it’d be much fun. No, she preferred running late and crashing the party at its peak, rising to new heights with the flow of laughter and clever banter.<br><br>Up until this morning she’d had every intention of being late for the crucible meeting as well. Except that last night’s party had lasted till the wee hours and sleep had eluded her afterwards. Her thoughts had dwelled on the mission and on the team. Had it been only two weeks since their first introduction? She remembered shaking hands, polite conversations and, oh that magical moment, the first shared laughter. <br><br>She liked to think they connected. Oh, they weren’t a team. Not yet, but she thought the possibility was there. Between their flirting, the chats and small talk Delilah had gotten the impression of a group of clever professionals. She just hoped they wouldn’t change into stuck up jackasses once the fun started. She had lengthened her body in a lazy stretch and curled that feline, self-indulgent smile as she crossed her arms over her head and smiled at the ceiling. <i>Play time</i>, she had thought, tossing the bed sheets to one side.<br><br>As always she dressed with care. It didn’t matter to her how she’d look once the cradle had been closed; she had no control over the outcome. But whatever she could control, she did and she looked vibrant and more alive than the living when she reported at the sleeper’s section fifteen minutes early. “Yeah yeah, won’t happen again.” She mock grumbled, raising a hand to the screens where the operators were undoubtedly working their magic, indicating she was ready. When the lid closed, she shut her eyes and counted backwards from a hundred until she felt the fading sensation of her slowing heart. The transition was seamless. One moment she was counting, and hovering over the cradle the next. Delilah didn’t look back at her body; she never did. It wasn’t quite superstition but she did consider it bad luck to see herself when dead. Or frigging close to it.<br><br>She flitted down towards the meeting room, hopped up on an out-of-the-way seat and rested her chin upon folded hands, disappointed to find only Ms Cho there. The woman, for all her merits, simply didn’t offer the type of fun Delilah was after. On the contrary, this was business time and Delilah reluctantly settled down into a semi-calm state. Golden hues sparkled from a frail globe of light as she showed Ms Cho her otherworldly form. She was there. Time to party!<br>
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