[h3][center][color=coral]Riley[/color][/center][/h3]

Laying lazily on a couch settled in the designated living room of his loft, Riley lazily stared at the ceiling. He was absentmindedly throwing some sort of mechanical sphere- of the type that shouldn't be thrown- into the air above him with a hand and catching it whilst listening to some light hearted future bass/edm music. The sphere was one part metallic and one part plastic, and had a large lens on it like one would see on a projector, and looked like it was hand built, or at least custom ordered. On the coffee table a foot or two away sat his laptop, its screen displaying a shifting color gradient as it slept from disuse, plugged into some half-assembled piece of electronics sitting next to it, the project having been given up on an hour or so earlier. 

Representative of the rest of Riley's loft, the living room, and most of the apartment was sparsely decorated. The furniture was square and modern, featuring mainly browns and wood with accents of blue or black or white. The walls and ceiling were industrial and utilitarian, and the apartment itself was lit up by a set of large floor to ceiling windows on one side facing the small staircase that led to the sleeping area. The windows themselves overlooked the top of some of the city's skyline and gave Riley an excellent view of smog, fog, and storms.

Stirring him from his lazy stupor was the sound of [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KN1WlLVoHSQ]Spark calling him[/url] from the apartment wide surround-sound he had installed when he first moved in. Spark was a simple minded app that Riley had coded for his team to use in the DgtWld. He passed it off as a Personal Assistant/PDA type program given to him by his sister who worked with computers for a living. Surprisingly enough, Spark performed that task rather well, though it didn't take that much work to make something read off notifications and dates. 

Reaching over, Riley slapped the sphere into the device plugged into his laptop. After a minute, the lens started glowing and the device whirred to life. The lens began displaying light, and a 3-d image of Spark appeared and began floating around the apartment. The chipper little ball floated around for a moment before it flew over to where Riley was laying and replaced himself with an image of the E-mail that had been sent. 

It was Sasha, the de-facto leader of the little team they had assembled here in London- or at least one of them. She was asking about the boys' Unification day plans and offered potential trips to Paris, Germany or even the US. Riley wouldn't mind going on a trip to the US- he had family in Miami, and it had to be somewhat warmer than London was at the moment. He hadn't gone out with the rest of them in a while- it had been about a week since the three of them had been together, so the excursion wasn't unwelcome.  

Riley had pulled out his phone and began typing a response to the E-mail, his eyes still in the air glancing at the 3-d display of the E-mail that had replaced Spark when his phone buzzed. Simultaneously the 3-d display fizzled out and fell dead. Riley grimaced, he was still working out the kinks- the display didn't like it when multiple things happened at once, which was fairly often. Maybe he should get his sister to take a look at it- if she was well enough. With a sigh, Riley brought his eyes down to his phone's screen. They had work. 

Reaching over, Riley slapped his laptop shut, unplugged it from the projector, and slid the thin device into a sling backpack at the foot of his couch. Sliding his feet into a pair of boots, Riley threw his jacket on and slung the bag over the other with a sort of relaxed efficiency as he made his way out the door.