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[center][b][H1][color=slategray]R E F O R G E[/color][/H1][/b][/center][hr]
[color=slategray][b]TIME:[/b][/color] [i]0800[/i]
[color=slategray][b]LOCATION:[/b][/color] [i]SDN Meeting Room[/i]
[color=slategray][b]INTERACTIONS:[/b][/color] [i][@GingerBobOh] [@princess] [@Oso] [@FunnyGuy] [@Infinite Cosmos][/i][hr]

Have you ever been in a situation that forced you to look down and realize that there was no going down from it? Rock bottom. Lowest of the low. The walls are so off-white, you might as well put a real color to the descriptor. You pass on the communal coffee, because despite it being somewhat free until you’re tagged for resupply, it just tastes like someone threw some soil from the nearest potted plant and mixed it with hot water. There’s random sticky patches on the floor from spills that were never attended to. The fluorescent lights shine down from the ceiling, attempting to breathe life into the place, but the absence of real— the natural light is nowhere to be found due the dusty low hanging blinds. At least it smells nice. That’s likely all Chadwick could manage, or perhaps it was the only thing he thought couldn’t be blipped away by his “aura.”

Falling from grace was something Sylas had gotten used to during his time with the SDN, but this was…

He never imagined it would be this bad. He got a bit of a sneak peak of the dossiers of his new teammates before his relocation and scoffed at how unbelievable the team composition was. He almost thought someone was pulling his leg or someone was trying to subvert his expectations so he’d feel better about his predicament later. But no. The files were real— very real.

There was a raise of his right eyebrow as he stepped through the door to enter the meeting room as he found himself as the first to arrive. 

[color=crimson][i]It’s 0758. I’m the first to arrive?[/i][/color] He shrugged at the absence of people in the room and the spirits of this place that may have lingered. [color=crimson][i]I fuckin’ hit it.[/i][/color] He thought as he walked across the room to a seat beside one at the head of the table. This place was shit— no it was worse than shit, but he wouldn’t spotlight himself as some sort of leader, especially since this was officially his first day on the team. [color=crimson][i]This is it… This is rock bottom[/i][/color] Sylas took his seat, while looking at the other seats lacking bodies in them. He wanted to shake his head, but knew he couldn’t harshly judge the place he had fallen into. Besides, Chadwick hadn’t shown yet, so his optimism told him the tea was probably working with a relative sense of time.

With his domino mask perfectly fitted to his face and a notepad out, Sylas was ready for whatever came next. 

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