Middex Armory, Ex-Office, Klos 4th, 350 AC, 15:50

Arvak and Phallon head out to the ex-office.  The masks Zeebo made will fit a true man, but not Arvak.  He still uses the red cloth tied around his nose.

They arrive in the wrecked office, facing the doorway into the foul room of bodily tissues and fluid.  Its door is the same as the others within the base, and it is open.  Arvak uses his telekinesis to try to close the door (14): 1 2 = white.  Not budging at all.

Phallon’s awareness roll (14 – 2 for sickness = 12): 70 0 = green.  He notices that the room’s goo has oozed out of the room a meter or so past the door.  There are also some clumps of thin mushroom-like stalks sticking up 1-2 feet from the surface of the goo.

Meanwhile, back in the vehicle bay, Commander Mensa has polished off all of his grain cake.  He looks up, takes a few wheezy breaths, and says, “Soooo, my good doctor.  So.  Sooooo.”  He starts pushing himself in the wheeled chair, back and forth, like someone pacing although too lazy to do it standing.  “There isn’t enough virolyze for all of Middex.  Our ultimate goal is to procure some from the wastes, in order to safely re-claim this castle.  But until that day, where are we to go?  And how will we find food?”