Gale is calmly seated on a chair, palms on his knees, steadily gazing forward. The surroundings are bleak, Spartan. cracks run through the walls, and soft orange light is cast into the room by several small light sconces with what looks like normal flourescent lighting. Or would be, if it wasn't orange. Cielo and Argilla are there, seated equally calmly, their eyes not matching their hair, but instead a flat, emotionless gray. Flat and emotionless might also be a good way to describe their faces.
The door slides open with a low whirr and a clank, and Serph enters with Heat, Heat a few feet behind his leader with a can that looks for all the world like orange paint of some kind. He sets it down by Gale and steps off to the side, letting Serph take over.
Serph regards him for a moment, his eyes equally gray and lifeless. Something seems to pass between them wordlessly, and Gale nods, prompting Serph to crouch down to put his hands into that can of orange paint, reaching up to rub it off on either side of Gale's head--or his hood, to be more accurate. He takes the towel that Heat offers him, wiping his hands clean.
Gale has just been inducted into the Tribe.
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[The dream has ended, but Gale is still asleep. But there's a definite smile on his face.]