[the Mess Hall looks like. . . well. a cafeteria! only there are no tables and chairs for people to sit at. the room is wide, open and lined with chrome, with a few colorful squiggly symbol lining the walls. the same alien language Aoko saw on the medicine bottles earlier, perhaps?]
[on the right is a standard-looking cafeteria line where food is presumably served, complete with a plastic guard to shield the food. it's impossible to tell what the line currently has available to eat, but. . .]
[the foulest of stenches is drifting from that direction. whatever it is, it can't be delicious to humans]
Oh, shut up! I found some cool stuff while I was looking around! [ "Cool" is debatable, really. ]
[ When Kaito steps inside, Aoko grabs the back of his jacket. Her nose wrinkles at the smell, but what really bothers her is how open the place is … it feels too empty. Too exposed. ]
[he begins snarkily, but then the smell hits him in the face like a brick. he recoils and wrinkles his nose, his hand shooting to cover his face with his palm]
Eugh. The hell is that?
[despite the casual grumpiness in his words, Aoko may find that his shoulders are pretty darn tense as well. she's not the only one bothered by the open room]
[ Pats him on the back gingerly, making a SYMPATHETIC FACE. The smell really is overwhelming, even when she's actively trying not to breathe in too deeply. ]
[ But when he moves, she sidles along with him, keeping a close eye on his blindspots. SHE'S GOT YOUR BACK, PARTNER. ]
[nothing jumps out at them as they move, though the stench does get stronger and more unbearable the closer they get to the cafeteria line. and they'll be able to see. . . a brownish, goopy substance overflowing from the food trays]
Y-you're gonna be sick? Don't be sick all over me!
[ugh. . . ugh. but he gets as close to the cafeteria line as he can before he leans over to peer into the brown. . . slop. for any signs of a puzzle piece]
Don't be gross, Bakaito! I'm not gonna be sick on you!
[ SHE HAS THAT MUCH CONTROL, OKAY. Eugh. And now it is time to stop thinking about that, because the more she does, the queasier she feels. ]
[ While Kaito's looking at the … slop … Aoko continues to keep all of her senses peeled for any sign of an impending attack. After the baby alien from the infirmary, she does not want to take any chances. ]
[there don't seem to be any enemy combatants in the immediate vicinity. perhaps that's a good thing?]
[. . . but predictably, there is a sparkling piece of platinum in one of the food trays with the brown slop. it's halfway covered with grossness, and Kaito groans when the glint catches his eye]
[ It might be a good thing. Or it might be a "the slop is going to turn into a monster" thing, which, frankly, by this point? Would not surprise Aoko at all. ]
You … eugh! [ Grumpily hands it over to him. ] You can wipe it off afterwards.
That wasn't gross, that was just a giant monster made out of jello.
[he manages to dig the platinum piece out of the brown goop as he grumps at her. HOORAY. . . . it's totally covered in the substance, though. which is still pretty darn gross]
[the rumbling isn't very loud, but it is noticeable. thankfully it doesn't seem to be getting any worse?]
I've got it now. So if something jumps out at us, we're taking it on together.
It was gross! You weren't the one who got grabbed by it.
[ Even as she grouses, Aoko looks around. Where's the rumbling coming from ...? And then she glances up, towards the ceiling. She's not exactly sure how to use a grappling gun, but up might be a good way to go if they need a quick get away. Or if the floor caves underneath them. ]
[there doesn't seem to be a source, but the ceiling does have a nice series of rafters that would be incredibly friendly to a grappling hook]
[Kaito hands Aoko's staff back to her, makes one last disgusted expression, and snatches the platinum puzzle piece from the goop pile. the slop squishes disgustingly between his fingers, but. PUZZLE PIECE, GET]
[simultaneously, a giant purple tentacle suddenly bursts through the chrome flooring near the entrance to the room. THERE IS. SOMETHING UNDERNEATH THEM]
[ Aoko grabs the staff, but immediately slings her arm around Kaito's waist, her free hand jumping to the grappling gun she's been keeping at her belt. ]
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If you're that worried about it, eat a sandwich.
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[ RIBBING HIM ALL DAY EVERY DAY ]
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[GRUMPS and snaps a few wires with the wire cutter that came with the lock pick tools. the keypad beeps, and the door whooshes open]
This is me reading the atmosphere and making decisions based on the game difficulty so far.
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When we run straight into trouble, I'm blaming you for all of it.
[ she shifts, peeking cautiously around the edge of the now open door. ]
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[and JUST TO PROVE HIS POINT, he spins around and sticks his tongue out at her, before stepping into the Mess Hall. . .]
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[on the right is a standard-looking cafeteria line where food is presumably served, complete with a plastic guard to shield the food. it's impossible to tell what the line currently has available to eat, but. . .]
[the foulest of stenches is drifting from that direction. whatever it is, it can't be delicious to humans]
[there's a door on the opposite side of the room]
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[ When Kaito steps inside, Aoko grabs the back of his jacket. Her nose wrinkles at the smell, but what really bothers her is how open the place is … it feels too empty. Too exposed. ]
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[he begins snarkily, but then the smell hits him in the face like a brick. he recoils and wrinkles his nose, his hand shooting to cover his face with his palm]
Eugh. The hell is that?
[despite the casual grumpiness in his words, Aoko may find that his shoulders are pretty darn tense as well. she's not the only one bothered by the open room]
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[ Speaking through her teeth, because eugh she feels like if she opens her mouth properly she might start gagging. ]
[ Peers around him cautiously, looking between the food counter and the door. ]
... but if I had to guess, I'd say that's probably where the next puzzle piece is.
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[he keeps his feet planted firmly on the ground, unmoving. also his voice is all nasally 'cause he's covering his nose]
This is even worse than the walking swiss army knife, geez. . .
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… You can go first this time.
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[he teases with a snort, which he immediately regrets because the smell nearly sends him into a coughing fit]
[but once the coughs die down, he moves forward towards the cafeteria line. slowly. carefully. cautiously]
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[ Pats him on the back gingerly, making a SYMPATHETIC FACE. The smell really is overwhelming, even when she's actively trying not to breathe in too deeply. ]
[ But when he moves, she sidles along with him, keeping a close eye on his blindspots. SHE'S GOT YOUR BACK, PARTNER. ]
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[nothing jumps out at them as they move, though the stench does get stronger and more unbearable the closer they get to the cafeteria line. and they'll be able to see. . . a brownish, goopy substance overflowing from the food trays]
Blech.
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Y-you're gonna be sick? Don't be sick all over me!
[ugh. . . ugh. but he gets as close to the cafeteria line as he can before he leans over to peer into the brown. . . slop. for any signs of a puzzle piece]
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[ SHE HAS THAT MUCH CONTROL, OKAY. Eugh. And now it is time to stop thinking about that, because the more she does, the queasier she feels. ]
[ While Kaito's looking at the … slop … Aoko continues to keep all of her senses peeled for any sign of an impending attack. After the baby alien from the infirmary, she does not want to take any chances. ]
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[there don't seem to be any enemy combatants in the immediate vicinity. perhaps that's a good thing?]
[. . . but predictably, there is a sparkling piece of platinum in one of the food trays with the brown slop. it's halfway covered with grossness, and Kaito groans when the glint catches his eye]
Aoko, can I use your staff?
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You … eugh! [ Grumpily hands it over to him. ] You can wipe it off afterwards.
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[takes the staff from her, though one hand still covers his face, and starts to poke at the sparkly platinum thing to dislodge it from the slop]
[. . . the ground underneath their feet begins to rumble]
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[ … wait. that's. ]
[ WHAT KIND OF RUMBLING IS THAT ]
[ Aoko shifts edgily, eyeing the floor. ]
If something jumps out at us, how long do I need to give you?
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[he manages to dig the platinum piece out of the brown goop as he grumps at her. HOORAY. . . . it's totally covered in the substance, though. which is still pretty darn gross]
[the rumbling isn't very loud, but it is noticeable. thankfully it doesn't seem to be getting any worse?]
I've got it now. So if something jumps out at us, we're taking it on together.
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[ Even as she grouses, Aoko looks around. Where's the rumbling coming from ...? And then she glances up, towards the ceiling. She's not exactly sure how to use a grappling gun, but up might be a good way to go if they need a quick get away. Or if the floor caves underneath them. ]
R-Right ...
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[Kaito hands Aoko's staff back to her, makes one last disgusted expression, and snatches the platinum puzzle piece from the goop pile. the slop squishes disgustingly between his fingers, but. PUZZLE PIECE, GET]
[simultaneously, a giant purple tentacle suddenly bursts through the chrome flooring near the entrance to the room. THERE IS. SOMETHING UNDERNEATH THEM]
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[ Aoko grabs the staff, but immediately slings her arm around Kaito's waist, her free hand jumping to the grappling gun she's been keeping at her belt. ]
Going up?!
[ YES, NO, MAYBE?! ]
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