[Episode Two] Union

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The Part of the Hallway with the free Loot Sack

"Oooooooooo! Now lookee here, this... This hot. This is hot, alright." The alchemist looked very happy, seeing such mundane items. "More paper, more pencils, extra building material... Notes in here are something my brother might enjoy looking at, and then you have this little wonder..." He held the walkie talkie in his hand, appraising it. "Hm, battered and knackered, but with some right good shit, it's serviceable. If nothing eeeeelse, the scrap it can offer, ohohohhohoh..."

Juryrig sat there, looking at the rucksack for a moment, then the haversack he wore, and compared the external sizes. Rucksack was bigger. Therefore with a bit of that transmutation tomfoolery, Juryrig could be looking at a opportunity for a even bigger inventory space. With a nom on that tuna sandwich, Juryrig just got to work shoving all the new loot into his magic haversack, packing it all up neatly before actually
heading out to investigate the side rooms.

Since Osco opened Door #1, the mad man opened Door #2 to see what's in store! Or not. Really depends on what's in there.
 
Observatory Dorm Room

Arb pocketed the photo, briefly searching through the others to see if she had a chance to collect more intact pictures. She was startled at the clanging of Demios's "lockpicking", ducking reactively with wide eyes - a few deep breaths helped put her back to normal. She sighed before cautiously exiting into the hallway, looking around - the overseer seemed to not be fond of a room, judging by the way they closed the door; Juryrig was snooping into another option. The pilot decided that a not-unfriendly murderbot would be a slightly more consistent person to ask questions of...

"Is there anything in there?" She inquired, asymmetrical eyes shining softly in the dim light. "It looks like you found... Something, at least..."
 
Main Room

Mental noise isn’t good for you, Marie. You of all people are weak to this. You know why. It makes you sick, horribly so. Even more than the normal person.

The tumult of thoughts subsided...away to the back of her mind. She picked up the lead rod again, walking towards the tentacled robot. It was right; both it and her were not suitable whatsoever for this environment.

Do make sure to lie about what happened, by the way.

“I must have gotten myself sick from staying up too late...” she covered up. Although the lingering nausea should help maintain the illusion.

“Do you have any datasheets or documentation stored?” Marie asked the tentacled robot.
 
Rhea walked into the hall as the... shennanigans, took place all around her, leaving the burn pit behind, and walking right into the alchemist being... merely kooky, instead of outright dangerous like he was being in the other room. That was best left alone... and the overseer, well, if she was already checking that room there would be no need for a follow up yeah? And thus, with the slight echo of deimos's lock picking still reverberating through the hall, and her mind, she took the path less traveled... or rather, the one no one else had gone all the way down yet- the oppisite side of the hall that the overseer had went.

"Isn't this, the kind of place that you find when somone is trying to cover up something horrible they did in books and shows?" She asked as she went forrward... somewhat slowly, examining the walls, cieling, and floor with intent this time. Last time she did walk into a gas covered room and hadn't realized it afterall, and making a mistake like that again would just be silly.

The more and more she thought, and walked, something finally clicked as she examined the new areas. 'The front door... was it locked from the inside?'
 
Main Room

Reman followed closely behind Marie, cautious of the big hulking mass next to her. His armor still left stains of gasoline, slowly fading as the residue faded away. "So like, what do you mean by not suitable for this environment? Just the fire hazards...?" He couldn't help but feel a key piece of the puzzle was missing, as he felt an itch on his arm, as if the bracer started to burn. Ignoring his errant thought, he kept on looking around the rooms for any sign of movement.

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Downrider Interior

Romulus waited. In time, he would see if his concerns were well founded. He thought to himself how different things would have been if the mad one had just shut his mouth. he let out a deep sigh before walking over to Marie's workstation in the ship. Looking around the clutter, he sorted through a bin full of small electronics and picked up a capacitor branded with Amperia's iconography. He braced a little and did what any electrical engineer would be afraid of doing. He pried the capacitor open.

Only instead of electrocuting him, it popped open smoothly to reveal a small little chip, surrounded by wire and above a tiny little glyph, outputting a low-frequency but incredibly long range signal. Romulus had built it to output a signal from one of his previous bits of research in Amperia, one of magic instead of technology. He pocketed the assembly before walking back to the lobby. That device was how he got here in the first place, and while functioning as a capacitor, it was also a tracking device he had implanted in Reman's original bracer. The question on his mind was if she had left out parts like this in the assembly...

What else did she leave out?
 
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Present Spatial Coordinates: Alipier Observatory Main Room

He lead the way for the other two smaller individuals, "Status of current environment defined as high likelihood of combustion due to substances present. Individuals with capabilities of electrical or combustion productivity have increased risk of resulting in high temperature hazard." he explained before looking at Marie, continuing with a query. "Your individual's query presents severe lack of condition. Improved definition would result in increase appreciation on part of my Unit."

He truly did not know what she was referring to in the slightest. Although, he had an idea.

"Does your individual suggest revelation of narrative files in regards to illegal contraband? Information possessing such a nature are..."

He trailed off, unsure of what to say. He may have dug himself into a hole, one that might be shared with Romulus if he wasn't careful.

"...lacking properties of existence or carry a restriction to specific individuals."
 
Alipier Interior

Mikodimus was more or less last in behind the group. His eyes looked out over the mess of stuff tossed around the place. He watched as the group slipped off into different directions. He personally was not going to move too far away from the exit. This place had seen better days and looked like it was ready to be torched.

He walked over to Dahlia to give a hand with gathering books. She would see the warm glow from the cigar he lit when he walked into this place.

"If it is not bolted down we shall remove it." He said with a smile towards her. The cigar moved side to side like this was a normal day in paradise. How could he have something like this near gasoline of all things.
 
Deimos felt his entire figure furl into the locker for a brief second as his only good arm was drawn down by the gravity-prone medallion. It took all he could to lift it up and even catch a glimpse of the emblem embellishing the slab of metal in the dim light. He was regretting replacing his right hand with a sword for the time being. He was delicate in setting the half-dumbbell onto the base of the locker atop some tattered, yet neatly folded sheets. There was clattering and clunking as he pulled the pata off and replaced it with the far more convenient gauntlet he had strapped to his waist before pulling a leather knapsack off of his back. It was the only way he could carry the load of metal effectively. "Even if it's junk, the scrapyard would give me a pretty penny for that much metal..." He murmured.

With his equipment back on his back and significantly heavier, he trudged out from the room, his head already spinning from the amount of fumes. He stepped towards Mikodimus and Dahlia from behind and began switching his arm back out for its weaponized equivalent. "Let's not encumber ourselves too much just yet. We've yet to find out what these jokers are really here for."

The fox-boy paused, smiling sheepishly at the man, knowing good and well that the presence of an open flame when everyone's shoes were coated in petrol was the last way he wanted the team to go out. "Also, I'd suggest putting that out before it ignites any fumes from the room nearby. Even if busting down the door wasn't enough to alert the guards, an entire wing turning to slag definitely would."
 
Alipier Observatory
Exterior

Having managed to track down the crew's location by following their numerous (and quite obvious) footprints through the snow, Ausse stood guard at the entrance provisorily, admiring the surrounding view of the cold landscape. The quiet senerity of it all reminded him of home—of those simpler times when he still lived with his uncle and had an easy life. Being homeschooled and always looking forward to his visits, where they would play together and he would listen to the old soldier's stories with stars in his eyes—idolizing him as a hero.

As he reminisced about his old life was it that a broad, smug smirk spread across the informant's face, coming up with a devious idea. Peeking over his shoulder and inside at the basement, the ex-sergeant reached for his bracer, typing in the code he knew way too well. The year of his enlistment, he recalled, as the now-invisible prankster sneaked inside.

Alipier Observatory
Interior

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It’s starting to smell strangely flammable in here...
 
Alipier Observatory
Hallway


The Overseer folded a wing across her chest as she eyed the following pilot. She pulled her digits through the white-plated knuckles of the opposing hand like a knife across whetstone, wicking away the excess gel. "Recently diluted agizut gel, partly reformed. The substance was originally a mockup of Arcadian military-grade weatherproof casing; made from copper mesh and plant fibers found in the agizut bogs. Like the Arcadians, Oakland realized the gel could be painted onto about anything to keep it from rusting for centuries."

OSC-01 kept an eye on the girl as they walked, fully intent on having lost them. After a moment though, they cut to the chase. "It means if any more Oakland units were sealed here, someone's already gone and woken them up."

At the end of the hallway was a staircase that ran up a few meters to the next floor. A clean, tiled landing rested at its top, where the path branched once more. Directly ahead was a set of stairs that ran back down to a small set of arched double doors. They appeared to be wedged shut rather tightly, but the cool outside light could be seen through what crack there was. To the right was a large archway, which led directly out into the Nave the group had encountered beforehand. The entrance was placed around the edge of the observatory "dome" itself.

As Dahlia turned to face Miko and Deimos, an expression of fear and disgust flashed across her face breifly. Without even asking, the captain snatched the cigar from Mikodimus' lips. The decision was quickly taken back, however, as she remembered the potentially voliatile load she was carrying in her other arm. "Get that shit out of here!" the scholar snapped , extinguishing the rod by jamming the hot end against his leather jacket.


Left Side Room

Beyond the door Juryrig ripped open laid what appeared to be a small galley. Wooden cabinets and metal shelves were hung from the brick walls, sagged with age. In the center of the room was a large metal table stacked to the brim with broken tile and tools, alongside a dripping mop. Despite the buildings appearance, some old commodities could be made out- a fridge, a stove. However, the items were rusted and aged beyond any possible use.

Inside some of the cabinets were old packages of food, and flattened cloth bags. A plethora of red-backed bugs skittered our of the cabinets when approached, similar in appearance to cockroaches but notably larger. Their coloration gave them a distinct camoflague like that of aged woodle. Most of whatever were inside the packages had been reduced to either dust or sludge from time, though many of them were hand-labeled with some kind of faded ink. Whoever resided here clearly hadn't needed to make a meal in quite some time. Various debris had been shoved inside, almost as if it was swept under a rug. Most of it seemed to be trash, but at the edge of the metal table laid a large plastic baggie- with something shiny inside.

Downrider Interior

As Caesar ransacked the scientists workstation, he started to feel that ever-familiar itch run across his neck, as if he was being monitored. Lo and behold, a small black and white Pixy unit sat perched atop the nearby storage containers, it's one green eye fixed on the man.
 
Calipier Observatory
Hallway


The tiny pilot nodded a couple of times, just letting the... Technical explanation of what that gel stuff was be said. Super-weatherproofing was cool, but right now it's not too important. The second comment did get her attention, though.

"Other units like... Your acquaintance? I'm terrible with names so I don't remember what you called him." Halfway through her sentence, the smol's volume suddenly dropped significantly, realizing that she was speaking a bit loudly for a situation involving stealth...
 
Left Side Room

Juryrig was almost going to settle for the tools for a second there. Almost.

But. Shiny. SHINY IN A BAG! He must aquire shiny and investigate, for it could be anything from a tin piece of food can, or a shiny robot waiting to be discovered, or somewhere in between... All of which, of course, is useful to the all powerful and hyper sexy alchemist. His legs tensed, blood rushed through his body with adrenaline, and he mad-sprinted into the trashed room.

He kicked trash aside and stomped on bugs with his steel-toed boots, and just as he came upon this bag, he grabbed it and opened it with such ferocity that, if it were possible, his strength could rip it.

"THIS ONE IS MINE, TOO! MINE!"
 
Left Side Room

Through a series of unfortunate coincidences, Rhea had the... experience, of searching a room with huryrig. That is to say, by the time she managed to peak her head around the corner and check out just how gross the entire room was... and, how recently used it was... The walking warcrime had already spotted something shiny and dashed forward with all his might. It was as if he were a lion that had spotted an injured, sick giraffe. And nothing, not the threat of letting something here with those screams, the threat of having your boots permanantly stained whatever color those roaches insides are, or the notion that the room itself could be dangerous stopped him.

She could only jolt, and freeze, hoping against hope that by some miracle that piercing shout of 'MINE' didn't travel all the way otuside to the cool, crisp, clean winter air that so easily transmitted sounds over impossible distances. "Shh! shh! Look- even the mop is still wet- somone was just here!"

Of course, paying attention now, basic obervasion skills like that were essential for a streetrat urchin variety of thief. She almost wished she hadn't been paying attention and lunged for, whatever juryrig was brandishing now. Who knows what it could be- too bad he was probably going to either keep it for himself, or break it trying now that he had it in his hands. She supposed she'd just have to wait and see if it ever wasn't in his hands, or of the captain could convince him to let go of it...

With that, she alternated between peeking farther down the hall, and in the room. Straining to hear anything, before quietly moving farther after gesturing for juryrig to please at least be as quiet as a herd of elephants playing the trumpet'. The black suited girl stalked into the depths of the hall, feeling sweaty, the back of her throat parched, and her heartbeat was skyrocketing. "I feel like this would be easier alone..."
 
Downrider Interior

Romulus knew he was caught in the act, but rather than panicking, he thought of some way he could possibly persuade the automation to understand where he was coming from. For once, he had to tell the truth, otherwise he'd be in a worse situation than he is now. "You know that mechanic's not what he says he is, right?" He paused a few seconds; assuming the underling robot couldn't speak, and then continued. "Furthermore I already know that you know what material this stuff is made out of, I'd assume someone connected with Arcadia would. Inside these husks lie Fusion Crystals, an amalgam of Energy and Matter." Romulus turned to look at the drone dead in the eye. "I believe you specifically call it Echyllis."

He set his hat down and started a less-smug-than-ever form of panic. "And... Maybe I should come clean to someone who already knows how dangerous the material is, and what will happen if they're exposed to it for too long. My- M-" Romulus took a second to swallow his pride and open up. "My name is Romulus Aurum. The head of Project Round Table."

Romulus kept pacing around the room, faster and more furious, Running his hands through his silvery blonde locks frantically and without a proper plan to deal with what was going through his mind.

"My point is I need your help."
 
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Alipier Laboratory - Upper Ledge

"You...may find I'm more than suitable of an individual," Marie responded to the robot. "Maybe we should optimize where we seek our safety, though. Up there."

She pointed with the lead rod towards the nave, indicating to go that way. "Amperia Institute, masters in electrical and computer engineering, specializing in control systems, signal processing, computing, and microelectronics...even though they were mostly side effects to my, uh, lust for knowledge. Test subject and researcher. Romulus wasn't the only one who worked on Round Table. I did as well; in fact, I may understand certain things more than he does."

Of course, most of the more...mystical things she knew about Round Table came from a few hours ago due to Reman's notes. But she was certain she understood the theory behind the drivers...mostly. Constant tinkering would yield that result, although she would like a qualified mage to look over her surface-level understanding of arcane theory. But this was a lie she was absolutely confident in making.

The other thing she was absolutely confident in was the fact that the robot just fell for the plan that...she just made up. She had seen Romulus and other very charismatic individuals use a certain technique to manipulate people, asking them a vague question somewhere in their ballpark, and then they formulate an answer that they maybe shouldn't have revealed. This answer could be used in the form of another question, to which they produce more answers, and then, use that to start bluffing in a certain direction, getting them to give you more information slowly...and most of the time they were none the wiser.

"So now I'd like to request that information concerning what you have filed as illegal contraband, and I as datasheets, if you may," Marie requested. "I...lost most of my datasheets in an accident. And like an idiot, kept no off-site or personal backups."
 
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Present Spatial Coordinates: Alipier Laboratory - Upper Ledge

He released a very audible series of clicks, as well as a harsh whir, as he directed his cold gaze in the direction of the nave. "Positive affirmation, requesting your individual to accept temporary directional guidance."

He was somewhat concerned about having either of the two behind him, with no idea on whether or not they could be an immediate danger to himself. He didn't know enough about the abilities of these individuals to create proper simulations, so a hostile encounter would prove to have... possibly terrible results.

"Additionally, repeated message: my Unit presently lacks documentation relating to illegal contraband, withholding documentation restricted to exclusive individuals." He pointed down the passage, staring down Marie once more, "Presently, does your individual contain hostility towards providing directional guidance?"

Even if he knew what she wanted to know, he had no intention of telling her. Any data that could have even had an inkling of relation to "illegal contraband" was corrupted beyond readability... at least, for him it was. But, he had even greater aversion to being opened up like a fridge than to intentionally releasing sensitive data like this.
 
Alipier Interior
Bunks

Ausse had only just made his way through the entrance room before being met with the oppressive darkness of the next. Wincing a bit at the sudden change in lighting from the outside to the bunk rooms, the invisible informant closed his eyes, not so quickly adapted to the darkness, and hung his head low, shaking it from side to side—at least he'd try to get rid of the fleeting pain in his optical nerves... so much for a prank. A few moments of blindness later, he shoved one of his hands beneath his desert scarf, fishing for his goggles and switching them into their night vision mode. He was ever so grateful for technology.

And as he did switch them on, he could now see everything. That is to say, Ausse also saw things he wished he wouldn't have seen. The bunk room looked as if a hurricane had come and gone through it, lathering the floor with an all-too-familiar sticky substance from his time in the battlefield... the highly flammable petrol. As a weapon, it was one of the constituents of napalm. Thankfully (or not), this was just gasoline. Moving on, besides the elephant in the room that was the tipped canister among the bunk beds, the ex-soldier could also spot some sort of drenched poster on the floor; an open lockbox, its contents seemingly being entirely fabrics; and, of course... an open wardrobe, containing a ransacked overseer model. Shit.

Now, now, let's slow down, and go over each part individually. Having entirely given up on his "prank" already, Ausse allowed his invisibility to casually wear off as he knelt down to pick up the drenched poster. Merely giving it a once-over was enough to make him cringe, however, and so did he decide to let the garbage stay in the trash can that was made of this place, crumpling it up and throwing it at some random furniture far down the hall. "Incipere Restoration Committee"... what a joke. Just who do they think they are?

Next... the lockbox. Appears as if it was forced open, given the broken padlock on the ground. It was full of colored fabrics, and if their pristine state was any indication, this lockbox was opened not too long ago—otherwise the silverfish would've made a meal out of them all. Interesting, but inconclusive... or perhaps also uninteresting, considering Ausse was following the trail of his own crewmates. Nevertheless, fabric was good for a plethora of things, and served as fine makeshift bandages back in the day. The ex-soldier stuffed both of his hands into the lockbox, pulling out the entirety of its contents and draping them around his shoulders. If nothing else, then they'd make passable clothing given enough time and skill.

Finally, the informant moved over to inspect the ransacked, grey overseer. Inspecting it from all possible angles while still not entering the cramped wardrobe himself... he could conclude it was missing most of the parts vital to its operation, and then some more. Yet another victim. If only he could've come sooner, he thought to himself, then-- no. There was nothing he could do, and blaming himself wouldn't fix it. Ausse decided, however, he'd at least give the poor robot a worthy end. He reached over to pick up its disjointed, partly-destroyed head and just... carried it underneath his arm, proceeding over to the next area with his newfound fabric and robotic remains.

Meanwhile, at the transition between the bunk room and the hallway, did happen a love story. A tragic one, between a rejected, crumpled-up poster, and a faulty, forgotten bear trap. Some say, when the poster hit the side of the furniture, did it meet its new lifelong partner, with gravity as their wingman... and oh, lifelong it was indeed. For as soon as the spark of love happened between those two, the results would be... explosive.
 
"We're not even fifteen minutes into this operation and already things are starting to go downhill..." He shook his head and turned to face the scholar. His arms were tucked beneath his cloak, leaving him looking like a white and orange cone with a head and legs. "As much as I love looking around for bits and pieces of treasure, it's best we gather our crew as fast as possible. I'm going to go on ahead to get an idea for what these creeps are looking for in here. I'm sure it goes without saying at this point, but nobody goes and restores a place in the middle of nowhere like this without good reason. We have no idea how long these guys have been here - nor do we know how close they are to getting to their goal."


His hand sprung out from his covering and rose to one of the two points atop his head, plucking at a button on his headset. "I'm going to move on ahead again, hopefully not tripping this time. I'll report back to you on what I find." With that, a single, blue HUD digitized over his eye, his headset coming to life with the camera feed and all. "Keep at least somebody tuned to channel 2. I might need a little help if I get caught. " Permission to go through with this plan?"


Some might have found it silly how seriously Deimos was taking this mission. They were infiltrating a relic being restored by some creep with a roided-out graphing calculator and a bunch of overworked goons. He'll admit he felt a little encumbered from the artifact in his bag, but he had a feeling it may have held more significance than being a simple badge of honor.
 
ISS Downrider
Engineering


That was far more productive than anticipated.

The Pixy unit sat there, looking down at the panicked information-spewing man. There was a moment of exposed weakness, best to get as much out of it as possible. It contemplated moving closer, but instead sat in place, keeping their big green eye fixed on this Romulus Aurum with an almost contempt aura.

Alipier Observatory
Hallway


Dahlia flinched at the sound of more loud noises, and turned away from the others. Pulling up her stack of soaked books, she made her way towards the kitchen with a quiet voice. "Go on ahead, Deimos. Just peel back if you see anyone coming. I'm sure someone's noticed."

OSC-01 rested at the landing of the stair case, looking up at the open nave in front of them. She rested a hand on her front right primary 'feather', rolling their head to look at the small pilot as other members passed. "Ferrus. An old friend, though we haven't talked in... let's just say a while."

It wouldn't take long to notice the automaton wasn't looking as much at the pilot, as she as looking through them. "'Think you could step a little bit to the left?"

"Wh-" The pilot spoke up briefly, before deciding it was better to heed the warning of the robot first. "Why?"

The robot replied bluntly. "We have a ghost." There was a brief whisper of green aura as OSC-01 wrapped their free hand around the feather, taking a step to face the other direction as it unfurled into a shortened glaive. With a silent heave, the polearm slid off their fingers cleanly and soared back down the staircase. The thrown glaive went first unnoticed by the captain as she poked her head into the galley to check on all the noise Juryrig was creating. "What are you two doing?"

With a sickening slice, the thrown stave made its mark by sinking into the ground between two tiles, puncturing and pinning the loose fabric of the uncloaking informant along with it. Ausse was yanked back by the pin, landing unharmed but quite close to being impaled for comfort.

Nave

Inside the nave once more, the extent of the restoration came into better view. The numerous wooden pews still laid to the sides of he room, with the exception of a few that had been set in a semicircle around the end of the great hall. The damage the crew had previously done had been mostly corrected, with the only evidence of a rolling wrecking ball being a few cracked tiles near the door. There were no traces of anything moving in the hall, nor any heat signatures. From the entrance, the balconies appeared clear as well.

Overhead, a series of dark teal banners were strung from the arched ceiling, to either side of the room. Depicted on them were a series of strange symbols... not quite making any sense. They resembled some form of runes or glyphs, but none like what the captain had been toting around in their library. At the end of the nave was a circular room, with large glass windows making up the outer third of the wall. Outside, gentle flurries began to press against the freshly cleaned glass once more. It was apparent that the dome of the observatory could be openedm but it was currently shut fast. To either side of the dome were a set of pulleys connected to large cranks - no doubt the controls.

In the center of the observatory laid a rather large contraption, held in place by a series of supports that ran below the great domed ceiling. The contraption was made out of layers of glass lenses, mirrors, and lights placed on tracks. Not unlike the centerpiece found in Osco's sanctum, large hunks of metal flowed around the center of the machine, casting light down through the mirrors into one great lens that ran several feet in diameter. Currently projected on the viewing lens was an unfocused image of the outside sky, white blurs of snowflakes falling though its view. Occaisonally, an alarming flash of light green could be seen through the lens- which appeared to be one of the ever-present Pixy units peeking in.

Meanwhile... In the Bunks

As the discarded paper floated gracefully down towards the trap, the mechanical clamp snapped itself shut with a force so great, it lost contact with the ground. The machine backfired, however, as the equal force caused it to land snapped in half from the impact. It made quite the mess.... but fortunately no ignition.

Yet.

Kitchen

Inside the plastic baggie was a small but rather dense object, another crystal that was roughly the size of a high caliber bullet. It was shaped like a jagged bolt, and had a brilliant blue sheen to it. Feeling the object- even through the bag, still produced an almost eerie tingle that caused the hair on Juryrigs hands to stand up. The object didn't have much weight, but what was there seemed to shift when moved- almost as if it contained some form of gelatin deep down.

Even from across the room, Rhea could feel a familiar tinge of energy in the air. On the other side of the baggie was a scribbled notice of "do not touch," though it was currently crumpled underneath Juryrigs boot.
 
Kitchen

"Ah- um" Rhea froze like a deer in the headlights, looking between dahlia, juryrig, and the unknown from which people could very likely arrive. "Heee saw something shiny and, went to grab it. I couldn't... stop him..." She trailed off as she looked at the commotion going on behind the captain before shaking her head, and doing her best to ignore it. Osco could probably handle... whatever was going on over there. She probably saw one of those red bugs or something and didn't like the way it looked... more importantly, rhea found her gaze constantly being drawn away by the strange crystal. she couldn't quite place it, what it felt like, but it made her hair stand on end.

She shivered, and rubbed her arms to keep the strange feeling at bay. It didn't help much. And she certainly didn't feel like peeling away the cozy winter gear she had on to see if some of that nice, cool air would... who was she kidding, she hated the cold here, it was a real killer. "Ah-um..." She tore her eyes away from the strange object, just for a second to check behind the captain again. It didn't seem like a good time to try and talk to her even if everyone kept their eyes on what was going on back there, therefore she spoke up on a different matter.

"The uh... That, doesn't look safe." She said, motioning to juryrig. "Maybe, I could take it over to the overseer and let her keep ahold of it, yeah?" She certainly didn't trust juryrig to bring it over in one piece before trying to stick it in something to see if he could use it as a laser gun, that was for sure. It was at this time she once again was glad for the suit around her, that awful noise possibly letting people know they were here, and that strange feeling that thing in the baggie was giving off truly unsettled her, all the blood drained from her face under the mask. She hoped she didn't sound as put-off as she really was.
 
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