Corvin Estate, New Thessalonica, Planet Yuma, Coronado
evening of 5 Aug. 824 A.S.
With one last fill of their glasses, everyone cheered today's breakthrough in the project one last time. The following half an hour was filled with random commentaries about work, teasing, laughter and a few less appropriate - but still amusing - moments as Clark let the alcohol get to him. Formality was obviously out the window at this point, but it didn't bother anyone. It was part of the Crayterian spirit... to find joy in life, whenever possible - to be thankful that we are alive and be ourselves. Since the two boys had run inside some time ago, to play with some toys, Erik shouted for his son to hear "Peter, can you activate the cleaning drones, please?"
Moments later, two small hovering crafts came out through an opening above the front door. They approached the table and began taking the empty dishes and glasses away. As this was happening, Clark - still inebriated - was being helped by Richard Dean and Erik to walk to his hovercar. Valders was also up from her chair, but she was standing beside the table and mentioned to Doreen "It's been a pleasure so far, doctor. I'm sure we'll all make a great team. Oh, and don't think too much about mister Corvin's ominous moments. He's had a harder time than most of us, but he's still very capable and a great team-leader."