A fair hand with well manicured finger nails reached from under a thick, plush sheet and gently lifted a pair of rounded glasses. A flurry of silky brown hair flowed from the blanket as the glasses were sucked under, and placed on glistening blue eyes. As the radio crackled to life, she rose and tugged a jacket over her shoulders, and began to look about the unlit room.
Entering the main combination living-room-/kitchen, she slunk smoothly into the kitchen, sitting and quickly drinking a bowl of miso soup.

"Good morning," her father greeted with a nod.
The girl did a double take, forcing a swallow of hot broth.
"[color=6ecff6]Dad? What're you doing here so late?[/color]" she blurted.
"The building's being cleaned and fumigated, so I can't go in until later today," explained her father.
"[color=6ecff6]I uh...[/color]" she began.
Charolette had never been exposed to her father for more than a moment, so she was almost unnerved as her to just see him standing there in the morning, polishing a glass with a soft rag. She swallowed nervously, feeling unsure.
"[color=6ecff6]I'm... going to school,[/color]" she remarked, hurriedly standing and leaving the kitchen.

With her bag at her side, she left her home, sliding into a pair of black flats, covering her warm knee high socks as she swiveled out the door. The cold air braced against her face as it rushed into the hall from downstairs, and moved towards it, starting her day.

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The only source of light in the dark room was the faint light of a bulky computer monitor. The windows were practically blacked out with old curtains and grimy dust, and the room was piled with papers in manila folders. A single figure crossed the room, sliding a manila envelope away from a yellowed keyboard, as fingers began tapping away.
[quote]Vector: 000
Protocol Override- G67X
RETURN: Access Denied.
Access Code- 0025700x.098.099.1016.1008.1012
Passage Code: x.001y.125(A)z.neutralize
RETURN: Restricted Access.
[/quote]

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A small phone with a slim number pad and sleek receiver began to ring in the mysterious chasm amongst the control desks. A delicate hand reached down and lifted it between curled locks of blonde hair.
"[color=662d91]We've begun. The data stream's gone out of sync, we can't predict the outcomes anymore,[/color]" there was a hesitation in the female's voice then, as the clinical sound shifted from her voice, and a more caring, quiet tone came, "[color=662d91]Look. Are you sure you're going through with this? Is it all worth it? I mean, you don't have to go through all this... Even you said that that one Digimon... you showed me the data.[/color]"

"[color=1a7b30]It's fine. It's what I have to do. I'll handle everything. I'll come meet you soon,[/color]" the voice on the other end replied.

Placing the phone back on the receiver as a more stern tone came over her face, and she stood rapidly, throwing back her shoulders, her golden curls bouncing behind her back.
"[color=662d91]Alright people, floor's hot![/color]" she called out with authority, "[color=662d91]Anyone who's not a Monster, clear the floor! Full generation has begin and we're not here to loose anyone! Keep those core samples isolated- no mistakes![/color]"

As the commands were issued, a portion of the coated group of scientists left, but the remainder all had various odd fittings to their coats, with various what appeared to be malformations of their heads, covered by plugged visors. Atop the tube, in which glinting images of egg like spheres gathered from tiny flecks. In an area above the grid and tank, a secondary tank rested, in which three oblong shapes were held, and seemed to be tapped with tiny wires, with a red semi-fluid being drawn from somewhere within. A stream of inputs began to appear in a separate box, alongside the data readouts from the tube, displayed on a large projection above the work floor.