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Broken Toys - (Chapter 1)
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---Callie and Monroe---

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For six years, the two girls had exclusively lived and trained at the Coalition base Alpha-T.  They were of the few, who knew of it'[s location along the border of one of the Coalitions greatest enemies, the foul unnatural nation of Tolkeen.  A nation that had embraced the Alien invaders and learned to use the foul energies that emerged from the Rifts.  That infernal energy that the commoners called magic.  Still, the girls had never encountered or even seen anything from the enemy nation or its monstrous inhabitants outside of the books and videos their teachers provided. Granted those were bad enough as they had seen hundreds of such videos and books describing various horrors.  It had been all part of their education as they were being trained to find and hunt down these magical and alien menaces that threatened all of humanity.  

The girls shared a room together and thus far, they had been the only ones sent to learn here.  Their every need had been taken care of and they wanted for nothing as long as they kept their studies and training up to level their instructors expected. 

Today, however was finally their graduation day.  The day they would finally get to show off their skills and finally join the fight against the eldritch horrors that stalked their world.  The morning alarm went off and both girls were roused from their beds, feeling the anxiety and excitement for what the day was about to bring. 

(DM - Describe your room and your spaces if you like, chat with each other, head out to breakfast and start your day, Or all the above, it's up to you. While this is a military facility, they allow you to make your room however you want it.  And money is not a worry.  They give the two of you pretty much anything you ask for within reason.)
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Monroe stretched, spilling out of the bed and onto the floor. Then she balled up her blanket, which had moved to the floor with her, and shoved it back onto the bed. Taking advantage of being on the floor, she began her morning sets of sit-ups and push-ups. She mumbled a hello to Callie, who knew that Monroe wouldn't be any good for conversation until she showered and got some coffee in her.

Her side of the room had a bookshelf (books with real paper, how old-school) with mostly books on herbalism and plants, in addition to whatever else Monroe had decided to take an interest in. One of the perks of this existence was that they got access to books, which Monroe understood to not be the norm. But this access was monitored, since all requests went through their "keepers", so they wouldn't get anything heretical and/or treasonous.

A sleek, modular desk, with the predominate placement of a personal computing device, sat nearby. The computer could be use to make whatever requests for things they needed or wanted, making it unnecessary to track done the Requisitions officer, whom Monroe liked to call "The Concierge".

When finished with her set, Monroe grabbed a towel and took a quick shower.
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By the time Monroe had fallen out of bed, Callie had already showered and dried her hair.  She had paused her decision between the smart bun and the fun pony tail in favor of deciding which underwear should be worn under her uniform.  It wasn't like anyone was going to see it, but for some reason she just knew it [i]mattered[/].  After a while of holding up different sets to compare, she finally decided what she already had on would do.  Now it was decision time on her hair.  Then it hit her; what would the regulations say?  What would they say if she had a hair faux-pas on her graduation?  Just to be certain, she grabbed her tablet and began perusing for all the hair regulations.

"Monnie?!" She asked loudly.  "What are you doing with your hair today?"
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She came out of the shower, wearing a towel, with a toothbrush sticking out of her mouth. Peering into the foggy mirror, she wiped at it so she could see herself, but it just fogged up again.

"I think I might actually brush it."

She quickly finished brushing her teeth, then rinsed her toothbrush thoroughly before dropping it into the holder. Then she made good on brushing her hair, and began hopping around trying to put on her military dress pants.

"You ever think about where all this stuff comes from?" 

She came up with the strangest, largely pointless, questions in the shower. She didn't seem to be thinking about the day ahead at all.
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Callie gave her a quizzical look.  "You mean pants?  I assume the same place as shirts."  She stiffened suddenly.  OMG, she's going to think I'm so stupid.  Pants and shirts coming from the same place?  ha!  She raised up her pants and shirt to eye level and looked back and forth between them.  Yes.  Totally different.
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She got her dress pants buttoned, then pulled her sleep shirt off, tossing it onto the bed. Then she checked her top drawer for a clean bra.

"I mean, anything. Maybe pants and shirts are a bit complicated to start with. What about.... coffee? Comes from a plants, right? I read that somewhere" Plants are one of the topics she loved. "So someone, somewhere, is farming coffee."

Finally finding a suitable bra, she put it on and grabbed her dress shirt.

"So, who? Where? How? What kind of soil do the have? Do they get paid for it? Do they ever cheat and use magic to help things along?"
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Callie still blushed a little bit at the sudden nudity, even though it's become somewhat the routine in these close quarters.  It was more just an old reaction and not really any feeling of embarrassment.  Old habits died hard.  Her parents were quite the prudes.  "Oh.  I guess that makes more sense.  I'm surprised that anyone can survive outside the city.  According to all of our training, it's really...  heck out there.  Maybe those are the people we will be protecting!  I certainly hope so.  I'd like to see a farm."  She paused a moment.  "Um, do they grow pants, too?"
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Monroe stopped to think about that a second.

"Pants as the finished product, no. But there might be things that get made into pants. And maybe some pants that are completely synthetic."

She gave herself a quick once-over before heading toward the door.

"Are you thinking about making some pants? It seems like it would be difficult."
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Callie stares at her pants wondering where she would even begin to make some. As Monroe is heading out the door, Callie realizes she better put the pants on and wonder about how to make them later. She still had to finish her hair and make-up!

As she didn't want to eat alone, she quickly got dressed and set her hair in a pony. While putting on her tall, black boots, she notices the tag on the inside. "Hmmm... Who's Hugo Boss?"
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Monroe stopped to wait for Callie. 

"I don't know. Did they put their name in your pants? That's a little weird. Maybe they made them and they wanted to sign it. Like art. Now put them on, so the mess hall doesn't run out of coffee."

She was a little impatient, not liking where today might go. But she couldn't do anything about it, other than just being there.
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