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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]0811[/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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[color=crimson]“It’ll be a movie, for sure.”[/color]

Roxanne hadn’t expected him to reply at all, so even that monotone answer felt like a victory. She held onto the warmth of the notion, smiling to herself as her eyes averted downward. 

She returned to picking at her muffin for a moment, then her fingers stalled halfway through the motion when Poe entered. Roxanne straightened a little, trying to look attentive while the dispatcher made her rounds. She tried not to stare at the tattoos framing Poe’s arms when the platinum-blonde paused beside her. [i](She absolutely stared.)[/i]

[color=795580]“Also, the pink cardigan is actually… cute. A good aesthetic distraction from the grim reality of our employment.”[/color]

[color=#af4d67]“Oh—um… that’s really nice of you,”[/color] Roxanne murmured gratefully, tugging her cuff down over her knuckles as a flush rose to her cheeks. [color=#af4d67]“Thank you.”[/color]

Then Murph came in subsequently, and she jumped in her seat. Her fingers curled around her cup like it might keep her anchored through sheer sugar content. Still, she managed a sweet smile as he claimed the head of the table with the confidence of someone who’d never second-guessed a day in his life.

[color=#af4d67]“Good morning…”[/color] she offered, lifting her monstrosity in a gesture meant to be welcoming.

A moment later, another newcomer slipped into the room. Roxanne tilted her head, intrigued. His appearance was striking—tail, varsity jacket—and he seemed to know the masked man already, the one Poe had called Reforge.

His golden eyes found hers, and he wiggled his fingers. She blinked, startled, then lifted a hand from her sleeve to return the motion, offering a shy smile that grew with time despite her nerves. But then he followed it with that brutal line aimed at Reforge. Her white irises flicked nervously between them, hoping that no one started yelling this early in the morning.

A sad blonde male walked in next, and she watched him cross the threshold like someone trying not to disturb anything. His tired, sad eyes made her chest tighten. She offered him a hesitant wave—one that she wasn't even sure he saw.

Then came Azaela. Roxanne felt her presence before she registered it. The woman moved as if she belonged in every space she entered. When her hand found Roxanne’s, the gentle squeeze and the pulse of psychic warmth made Roxanne’s breath settle, almost without permission.

[color=#af4d67]“Aw… um—thank you. Really.”[/color] She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. [color=#af4d67]“You look lovely too. I just… get a little cold in here.”[/color] [/color]