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[h1][color=#af4d67][b]ꜱ ᴛ ᴀ ʀ ʙ ᴜ ʀ ꜱ ᴛ[/b][/color]

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[color=#af4d67][b]TIME:[/b][/color] [i]0803[/i]
[color=#af4d67][b]LOCATION:[/b][/color] [i]SDN Meeting Room[/i]
[color=#af4d67][b]INTERACTIONS:[/b][/color] [i][@GingerBobOh] [@Tae] [@Oso] [@FunnyGuy] [@Infinite Cosmos] [@DClassified][/i]

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Starburst almost missed the door the first time she passed it.

She doubled back with a skid of her  boots on the tile, ponytail swaying as she almost walked into a wall. For a second, she just stood there.

[i][color=#af4d67]It’s fine. It’s fine. You’re on time. You’re not in trouble. [/color][/i]

She sucked in a breath, then shouldered the door open with far more care than necessary, like the hinges might break if she pushed too hard. She came in clutching a too-sweet coffee topped skyscraper-high with whipped cream in one hand and a slightly squished banana muffin in the other.

The room was a rather uncomfortable vibe: the fluorescent lights hummed, the off-white walls overwhelmed her senses, and the perfect faces of A-Teams stared down at her from their crooked frames. Roxanne caught her own reflection between them in the mirror, and her stomach dipped. Her clothes were simple: a charcoal grey cropped top hidden under her oversized pink cardigan and a pair of soft, black baggy joggers that sat high on her waist. The cuffs gathered at her ankles so nothing ever tangled around her boots. 

Quickly, she removed her reading glasses from her face, then she shuffled in, trying to make herself, sleeves already tugged down over her hands. 

Reforge was there first, sitting near the head of the table, notebook out, mask in place. 

She hesitated when her eyes brushed over him, offering a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes before she darted her gaze away again. 

[color=#af4d67][i]Don’t sit too close, you’ll look weird. Don’t sit too far, you’ll look weirder.[/i][/color]

Her white irises locked on Quinn next, leaned back in his chair with a thermos in hand, which encouraged her to take a sip of her own drink before deciding to speak. 

[color=#af4d67]“Um… hey,”[/color] she offered softly to both of them at once as she slid into an open seat that was close enough to be part of the group but not close enough to invite attention. She went to work picking off the top of her muffin, her gaze lowering as she asked for the sole sake of filling the awkward silence: [color=#af4d67] "... Gonna be… fun, right guys?”[/color] 
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