(Syntax) The bunker is more humid today on account of a heavy rainstorm pounding the earth outside. There are several technicians bounding about the office as Syntax preps the away team to explore the lower level. There is a definite sense of tension in the air. "Right. We're about as prepared as we could be." The arachnid looks over those assembled. Their hazmat gear was thrust upon them the moment they arrived. Large, bulky, and florescent yellow. If this isn't the start of a horror movie, nothing is. "I appreciate you volunteering. I know we have one newcomer among you, but I am confident you are the right people for the job.

(Junes) Junes was the chimeric hissah in a hoodie, walking into the bunker and their fox tails brushing against the large backpack they carry before turning into a corner to change, coming back in a sealed suit and tucking away the previous hoodie while rushing back over "almost forgot!" jumping a bit to get their leg comfortable and standing again "i wont let you down!"

(Ysadora) Ysadora tries to wipe some of the condensation from the front of her visor, but fails. Her perpetually rain-slicked skin fills the suit with chilling vapors that make it difficult to see details from the inside or out. At her side is a black messenger bag with a pink skull on it, completely at odds with the sterile environmental suit. Idly, Ysadora checks the contents for the umpteenth time. "Spirit box, check. Ouija board, check. Camera, check. Autograph book, check." She mocks a salute, gloved hand clunking against her helmet. "Ready for some ghost hunting, ma'am, Syntax, ma'am!"

(Umeko) Umeko brought along her own gear for this mission, using some old 'borrowed' Zephyr gear with multiple modifications. Her level A qualified suit covered her entirely, as it should, and had an extra visor covering her head and her rebreathing apparatus, along with a radio system to communicate. She had extra harnesses and and a belt over the suit to give easy access to equipment and weapons as well, and special light but armored clothing underneath just in case of any other dangers. "I think I'm about ready, everyone else good?" she asked, as she tested out the radio.

(Oswynd) takes off his helmet, revealing the horned visage of a regal draconic muzzle beneath, two glowing golden irises peering around the gathered party. "Oswynd Ottkinson, the newcomer! Son of the son-of-a-bitch who was too busy to follow up after Eureka's most recent event! Pleasure to meet you all! Hopefully we won't get our brains scrambled by alien fungus down there, but in case we do! ...let's not and say we did. It might make the insurance people very sad and the shareholders upset that their stock values went down after all the payouts, mkay?" he shoots the assembly a wink, then re-dons his helmet with a soft *ksshhhh* "Ready as I'll ever be!" His fist thumps against the metallic surface of his suit's gauntlet with a soft *clank*

"What's the plan for turning that fungus into a salad nobody wants to eat anyway? I'm guessing chemical warfare?" his voice rumbles out the speakers of his suit, as though he were speaking through an intercom. Given how sealed the oversized thing is, it probably needs to be. "Hopefully it ain't sentient, dad's gonna have a field day if he hears there's a mother brain down there." the dragon places one hand on his hip and tilts to one side, his other arm hanging loose to one side. "Best I got with me is... oh, right..." The dragon reaches towards his pack and retrieves some incense, a snap of his fingers lighting it ablaze, shrouding his armor in an added layer of something otherworldly. "Just in case... So best I have with me is some charms and spells to keep the bloody fungus from regenerating. Hopefully that'll be enough for my being here, otherwise I'll buy everyone dinner when we're done and count it as contributing somehow. If that happens, you all good with sushi?"

(Syntax) Syntax nods and crosses her four arms. "Like I said. Happy to have you all." She lets out a soft exhale, then gestures over to a corkboard covered in notes and images. "Despite how it looks, we don't know much about what's down there. Honestly, if not for the potential haunting, we'd already be ready to reclaim the lower floor. But...well, better safe than sorry. Bloody weird shite, let me tell you. Still, we can make the most of this."

(Syntax) Syntax walks over to a large crate and grunts as she opens it from the side. Within are two packs with box shaped devices about the size of a full sized computer tower. "Outside of opening things up for questions, I'm sendin' ye lot down with these. They're...well, don't really have a proper name for them, but they're basically instant walls. There's two locations we need them at. The opening to the elevator that goes down even further and what we're pretty sure is a stairway. Our limited scouting down below with drones suggests the majority of the cumrot is in the level below where you're going, so we're going to wall it off for now and handle things incrementally. Oh! And you'll have a map of what we've been able to determine."

(Syntax) After retrieving a nearby tablet, Syn sends the team a digital map. It's a pretty basic layout of what's down there, but better than going in blind. "The two passages you need to wall off are pretty close to one another. Once they're set up, you're welcome to evac whenever you feel like it's necessary."

(Junes) Junes listened and nodded, looking to the towers and patting the side of their suit a bit before looking more at the unusual barricades before picking one up "glad we have a map! although mind if i ask about how to deploy these and if theres any risk so we dont clamp a hand or anything?" looking over the others and nodding "although i think we'll do well though, and thank you for the recon" smiling to the others and standing against a wall looking at the barricade more

(Ysadora) Ysadora offers Oswynd a gentle wave. "I'm Ysadora. Nice to meet you and welcome to the team! I'll hold you to that offer of sushi." She turns and tries to give Junes a hug, made awkward by the sheer amount of gear both of them are wearing. After a few clanking sounds fill the office, she detaches. "And it's good to see you Junes! You too, Umeko! Couldn't ask for a better team to go exploring with. Oh, Umeko, do you have that uh..." Ysadora taps the side of her head, near her eye, searching for the right words. "Recording thing? Just in case we see something spooky and I don't get my camera out in time." She doesn't make any move to grab one of the instant walls with her, as Booker so eloquently put it, 'wet noodle arms.'