(Syntax) When we last left our hapless explorers in the lower levels of the Enigma Complex, they came to the realization that what they were encountering was no ordinary haunting. The oddities were nanomagic and the source was a server located...somewhere. As they discussed what to do next, Umeko hit on an important concern. The wall builders. If something went wrong with them, someone would need to be nearby to fix them. Oswynd, confident he could take care of himself, volunteered to be that person. Since they would clearly need backup, the party radioed back up to ask for reinforcements to which Syntax said she had someone available. They just had to wait a few minutes for them to get prepped. Now, back in the present, the remaining three stand in a central corridor. There are two long passages to the east and west, a stairwell and ramp access point being tended to by Oswald to the north and south, and a clinic who's door has not yet been opened that appears to have its lights on.

(Junes) Junes watched ysadora and had a sigh of relief, testing the leashes strength with a tug and keeping the condom in a hand "alright so whatever its trying to tell us, hopefully i can watch for it with whatever it might be using for illusions or messages they're trying to say" looking at the two passages and the ominous clinic asked "i have a feeling about that clinic but what do you two think?"

(Ysadora) Ysadora briefly bends double as the nanotubules connecting her legs, head, and many hands stiffen up with nanites putting their all into just keeping her together. "Ugh, Junes, what did you do...?" Her face is even paler than usual through the moisted glass of her visor and she appears to be putting a lot of focus into just standing up. "Not that I don't trust you, but this is awful... Is this what it's like outside the bubble for everyone?" Despite the nausea, she keeps a firm hand on the leash and manages to twist her stiff neck around to see if she can spot anything different after Junes' abjuring.

(Umeko) Umeko was quite used to being out of the nanite bubbles after taking many long excursions outside of the cities and having a body well suited to it, so she wasn't particularly phased by the change. She looked over at Ysadora with concern however, "Your form isn't exactly well suited to these conditions I have to say... If it gets to be too much to bear, we can always have Junes turn it off. Honestly I'm a bit concerned that a bubble of apparently 'nothing' might draw even more attention to us from whatever is the source of all this, but hypothetically we should be safe unless it somehow manages to overwhelm what Junes is doing... If you suddenly feel normal again, let us know about that too." She offered some support or even being carried to Ysadora if she needed it in her weakened state as well.

(Syntax) While Umeko has every reason to be concerned, Ysadora's discomfort fades at least somewhat. The main issue for her is the feeling of weightlessness that she has gone for so long experiencing was gone. She feels the full weight of gravity pressing down on her with her now attached limbs for the first time in a long time having to fight against it. While the nanites did a great job of making temporary limbs for her to stand on, the fact she is standing at all is likely relatively uncomfortable compared to floating around.

(Junes) Junes walked forward and started to pat ysadora on the back "sorry, i know its not easy but if it ever gets too bad just say the word and i can take it off, it must be like being born in space honestly..." they felt bad about the pain they were actively inflicting on their friend but hoped it wasn't as bad as they imagined "hopefully no mutants are around besides the one mysterious presence but i wonder if the dreamer is a nickname, us or something else, either way lets carefully check that clinic out and see if we can find some information?" slowly heading to the door and glancing back before preparing to open the door

(Ysadora) Ysadora frowns but straightens up. The worst of the transition seems to be over by now, although she's still a little shaky on her legs. "I'm fine, mostly. It's been a while since I had, you know, proper legs. I don't even want to think about what's going on inside my sleeves right now." She sidles up next to Junes. Despite the discomfort of walking, her eyes are starting to glimmer with excitement once again within her helmet. "I'll admit, I've been curious about what might be in here ever since we arrived. That light's like, super suspicious, right? Right?" Reaching out to take the handle, Ysadora pauses. She turns and looks up, then further up at Umeko. "Maybe, uh, just in case, Umeko should go in first?"

(Umeko) Umeko nodded to Junes, "I remember reading something about that... Still, I guess we can whatever this thing is 'the dreamer' for now until we get more information on it." She walked up to the clinic door and prepared to open it, keeping her right hand free and ready to use her ace in the hole if needed. "Give me some space in case things go wrong, we'll head in after I give the all clear." With that, she went to open up the clinic, ready to peek around the door and hide behind it and slam it shut if need be.

(Syntax) The clinic...is a clinic. It's perhaps a little disconcerting that it's in such pristine condition despite all of the time that has passed. There is a small It has a gray and white checkered floor, eggshell white walls, art pulled straight out of the 70's, and a small waiting room nearby with furniture similarly styled for an older age. The air even has that overly sanitary smell of a hospital. Or, at least, you think it would. Despite appearances, Umeko just picks up on the same musky stale air the rest of this lower level has had.

(Syntax) Taking a moment to examine the room, it appears to be safe to Umeko. As safe as it could be in these circumstances, anyway. Looking over her shoulder, Junes sees much of the same. In addition, however, with her extremely good vision, Umeko notices something. Some of the slight movement in the room just seems off. Opening the door should have changed the air pressure enough to shift some of the hanging cloth in the room, but it hasn't moved an inch. More accurately, however, it appears to be trapped in a short replay just before a recording starts. It's unclear how much of the room is an illusion, but the entirety of the room appears to be at least covered in a layer of deceit.

(Umeko) Umeko let out an audible sigh as she looked around, "Something's definitely off with this room... Once again, I don't fully understand all of the forces at play here with whatever's messing with us, but this room isn't what it seems... Still, I don't see any immediate danger, so let's head in carefully." She cautiously stepped inside, still keeping an eye out as she got closer to the equipment, wanting to either get a better look at this illusion or at least an appraisal of its real condition.