The next few hours passed in controlled chaos that Kelvin was genuinely good at managing. He coordinated with Sam on budget allocation, got Sophie's approval on security arrangements that basically amounted to "no Harbingers allowed," and somehow convinced the faction's logistics team that yes, they could transform the main common area into something resembling a proper celebration space.
By six o'clock, the transformation was complete. Tables arranged in clusters rather than formal rows. Food stations set up along the walls, catered from three different local establishments because Kelvin had learned that variety prevented complaints. Lighting adjusted to something warmer than the usual tactical brightness. Music playing at a volume that allowed conversation without forcing people to shout.
