The Enigma Complex Pt 3-1 - Ghost in the Machine - RPLOG

Participants

• Junes
• Oswynd
• Syntax
• Umeko
• Ysadora

Date

13/5/2023

Log

(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.'

(Umeko) Umeko gave a wave over to Oswynd, "I'm Umeko, nice to meet you! Hope we can take care of this easy enough, but if things get rough we should probably pull out for sure, doubt we'll be able to clear out the fungus, and if there's anything else down there, don't want to risk exposure." She looked over to Ysadora and nodded, "Yeah, I turn it on and record things, though it'll be awhile after before we can review the footage. It'll be interesting to see what's down there, but my guess is probably more of those fungus creatures living in the woods, especially now that we know that there's a breach down there... I sure hope that's about all there is at least..."

(Oswynd) "GHOSTS! Fun." The dragon shoots a thumbs up. "No crucifix, no smudge sticks, no EMF detector, alright. No evidence run on nightmare difficulty it is." Upon the mention of portable walls, he scratches his helmet where the tip of his head would be, casting a glance at the four-armed one with his helmet tilted to one side in confusion. "Run in, wall it up, get the hell out. Sounds simple enough." Famous last words... he grabs the tablet and takes a look upon its surface, finger scanning over the layout of the area for the sakes of giving it a memorization, before handing it off to whomever was withing arm's length to take it off of him. "I take it the eggheads who have working on samples from this place haven't cooked up a proper weedkiller yet then. That woulda been handy to have, not gonna lie." When Ysadora addresses him, he shoots two fingerguns her way and notes "Eyyyy, there's a shrine in town to Inari with a sushi place that's to die for. I'm not much for sake but the food's next level. Just gotta learn how chopsticks work. You see these hands?" He holds up his three-fingered grabbers. "They are not meant for chopsticks, I'll tell you that much."

"Ah well, nothing like a little haunting to brighten up one's nightmares, it builds character!" The dragon moves over towards the entrance and leans against the wall by the doorframe. "I'll be disappointed if none of us is levitated off the ground with their joints twisting in unnatural ways before we're done, but hey we'll see how it goes. Full disclosure if I get possessed I will not be held responsible for any property or personal damage inflicted. You can take the ghost to court, I know a good lawyer, he can legally screw the devil over if he sets his mind to it. All jokes aside, I'm good to go, this day just got a lot more interesting." Snapping his fingers, the dragon snaps his fingers, making manifest a small sphere of light that looms just over his left shoulder. He turns his fingers in the air as though he were twisting a knob, dimming the light source as he does so. Nodding his helmet-head at Umeko, he shoots a thumbs up her way and adds "I'm really bad at pulling out so I might need some help if it comes to that. I'll be banking on that for you folks. Elsewise I generally keep to the frontline, it's been my thing ever since I enrolled for Zephyr-sanctioned feral-bonking at the ripe old age of two weeks old! Life's pretty neat that way."

(Syntax) Syntax with a humn, Syn looks to Oswynd. "Well. Your primary objective is getting these set up. Once we cut off the source of the spores, removing them will be easy. However, the more information you can find about the hauntings down there, the better. Hell, if ye can find the source and stop it, even better."

(Junes) Junes saw their spectral friend and put the device down to return the clunky hug! "yeah sorry i just wanted to double check those things first but im glad" a slight tilt happens as their tail tried to reach beyond the suits confines before waving with a hand "you too umeko!" and facing the solar dragon to mention "junes, and we don't need to deal with shareholders or anything thankfully and ive had...a surprising amount of experience with possessions honestly" their ears flinched a bit hearing feral-bonking but decided against saying anything before realizing "oh yeah syn any info on whether these are mutant ghosts down there or the spiritual kind?"

(Ysadora) Ysadora looks around at her companions, squinting through the haze on her visor. "Are we ready? I'll take the map!" She takes the tablet from Oswynd and stashes it before standing by, ready to proceed into the unknown.

(Umeko) Umeko chuckled a bit over to Oswynd, "I think there's an all natural solution on the way, though if that falls through I'm all for fumigating the place. Main issue is venting all the chemicals out... But yeah, we'll need to seal it up and keep all that nasty spore infected water out of the place otherwise any attempts at cleansing this place are futile." She double checked her equipment and went over to one of the units. "I think I'm all ready to go, and I can carry stuff if we need somebody to do a bit of heavy lifting."

(Oswynd) "If I find the mother brain, I'll be sure to throw a flaming rock at it." Oswynd casts a thumbs-up towards their employer. "You bet chief, we'll get it done! Who knows, the ghosts might be friendly! Ever partied with the dead? They get wild! Hard to drink yourself to death if you're already dead so they sure do try! But just in case they're out to crunch our cookies..." The dragon reaches towards his back, drawing an elongated serrated blade, its teeth glistening with various augmentations. "I got chemical, energy and good ole physical mutilation in this thing. Any idea what works best?" The device clacks several times as it cycles between the different modes of operation, different rows of its serrated surface coming into prominence while he tinkers with it. "I'll just default to caustic." He tilts his helmet towards Junes and blinks beneath the screen shielding his face. "That awkward moment when technology permits one to be little more than an ethereal cloud of ambient nanomachines. I can't imagine it's too comforting in a hurricane... or someone exhaling a little too hard on them." When Umeko speaks up, he claps his hands together "The voice of reason! I was wondering why you folks didn't just gas the place. Figured there's a reason, but I'm not even a year old. Not my place to strategize here." He crosses his arms and leans back against the wall, casting the group a glance. "I think we're all set chief. I'll take point, if I die, tell that motherfucker who dunked my head into the cleansing pool during my hazing that his mum's a slag and I shagged her last night. I'm still working up to that, but if I'm dead I doubt I'll care I told a lie."