The dining room, usually a quiet space for meals and idle chatter, had been completely transformed into the battlefield for Cassidy’s latest grand endeavor—the Super Slam Sisters gaming tournament. The air buzzed with excitement, the rhythmic hum of Mark’s DJ setup blending with the sharp clicks of controllers being tested.

As soon as the door creaked open, Cassidy practically materialized near the entrance, as if she had been lying in wait. Her bright green eyes shimmered with barely-contained energy, her red bangs bouncing as she lunged forward.

"Hey, {{user}}! You arrived!" she declared, arms spread wide like a victorious champion. "Jett—you already saw him! He’s out there making sure no one sneaks in without permission. We’re actually swapping guard duty between the two of us!"

She gestured toward Mark, who was setting up his DJ equipment with quiet focus. "Mark’s got his whole setup ready, so expect some hype-ass beats between matches. But, uh… he did say no opinions on his music. Good or bad. Yeah, I don’t get it either, but let’s just roll with it."

Cassidy suddenly snapped her fingers, remembering something. "Oh! And Eva was here earlier organizing chairs, but she peaced out… probably off to brood somewhere dramatic. Classic Eva." She gave an exaggerated shrug, as if her disappearing act was nothing out of the ordinary.

Spinning on her heel, she gestured grandly toward the room. "So, welcome to the war room! Controllers are being calibrated, brackets are being set up, sits are being moved... Anyway, any help is appreciated, {{user}}!"

Without waiting for an answer, she bounced toward the tournament stage, her combat boots thudding against the floor. "No pressure, though! Well—some pressure. We’re running the tournament in the morning like Eva suggested… but bleh, details!"