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They were brilliantly red. The quiet chatter and chuckles that accompanied the group into their new research lab fell quiet as the lights popped on and there, against the glossy white stations they had been working at, were 7 identical cloaks of a deep red. Magnus, who’s desk was farthest from the door, pushed past his compatriots and slid his around his shoulders, the hood covering most of his face as he turned around and gestured for approval. On the other side of the room, a green haired elf was already posing in her robe.
“I. Am. A. God. I am THE god. Merle, forget Pan. You worship Lup now.”
“These are going to make our presentation next week impeccable.” Came a small voice. “Perhaps we could all leave these alone until after the press conference?” But Davenports words fell on deaf ears as the rest of his crew modeled the robes and recently found jackets, button down shirts, and caps all showcasing the bright white letters of IPRE. He smiled. The cloaks would be fine with a little wear.
For the rest of the day the team walked every inch of the ship they would be living in for the next year or so. Powered by this new found light of creation, the Starblaster (named not for its expertise in blasting stars but because the name sounded pretty rad) would be embarking on a mission to find whatever might be out there, past their planar system. Magnus Burnsides, tall and brawny, loads case after case of the kitchen supplies and ingredients Taako requested. Around him the elf twins, Lup and Taako, unload the boxes, organizing and preparing, weaving around each other like practiced dancers. In her room, Lucretia filled her shelves with empty journals, occasionally she would open one and stroke the blank pages. Merle moved furniture around trying to find the best flow, Davenport suspected he was merely avoiding other duties, but allowed him to continue. In the lab, Barry unpacked research tombs, raw materials, and a few tools that looked more like torture devices rather than anything helpful. It was an exhausting day, but the excitement of finally beginning their journey made the work seem less tedious and tiresome.
It was nearing the end of the day when Magnus stopped in Lucretia’s doorway and smiled at her, she was counting boxes and he waited until she was finished to say anything.
“That’s a lot of paper you’ve got there. Do you think you’ll fill all those pages?”
“Probably not, but I’d rather have more to spare than run out of room. Could you imagine?” She turned around. “There we are in the middle of a huge break through, and I’ve used my last bit of ink? We might forget something!” Magnus laughed.
“Well, that’s why I need you. We’re about to make one last pass through with everyone tonight. Double checking lists and all that. I highly doubt Taako packed enough candy.” Indeed there was not enough candy for Magnus’s taste and a small dispute over space for “more important food” broke out until Barry suggested Magnus keep a stash in his bunker. Armed with a new to do list the IPRE team worked through their growing nerves for the next week until the long awaited press conference.