[@KatherinWinter] I'd enter the mess hall, glancing at the machines around the rooms. I'd begin to speak, yawning. [color=a36209]"morning, sorry I overslept, am I late?"[/color] I asked Vlad from across the room, approaching the crowd of soldiers and my peers, only dressed in shorts. My hair was unkept and frizzy from a bad case of bed head. [color=a36209]"What are we supposed to be doing again?"[/color]