THE OUTPOST 7:02 AM

What a tiring morning... It hasn't been two hours since you've woken up, and it's already feeling like the future stress of today's weighing down on you...

...No matter. This feeling always goes away after a bit. Nothing a good coffee can't fix, after all! Besides that, it's a fairly normal morning in The Outpost. Hard to not get used to a place you've been in for a long while at this rate. Assigning Commissions, checking on your Nikkes, trying to recruit more to assist with either guarding this place, or to help strengthen operations on The Surface, to push the Raptures back. All of this has become the status quo from day to day.

With all that done, it's time to make a trip to your Office. Upon walking down the hall to it, you can hear the faint sound of... Country music. The closer you walk to your Office's door, the louder it gets. Seems like the source is inside of it... God forbid it be another terrible prank...

"Hmmm... Hmmm, hmm~..."

Upon finally reaching the door, you hear someone humming along with it... How'd they even get in? You open the door, and the culprit freezes in her humming, having been reading a magazine, kicked back in your chair... Red Hood?

"Heyyy... Commander! It's been a while, hasn't it?"

She slowly sets the magazine down, turning off her cassette player.

"My bad. Chair's too comfy to not sit in... You've gotta tell me what brand it is so I can get one... "

Stepping up out of the chair, Hood puts on a smile, raising her hand to her head in a joking salute.

"Good morning, Commander. Got a looong day ahead of us... Whether that be doing nothing, or gunning down another horde of Raptures!"