'Research compound' may have been the name of this place, formerly.
To call the fungal hulk in its first stages of decay by that name now seemed...somewhat insulting.
She remembered the place. But despite that being about all she could remember, it certainly did not seem as though the MIT had treated their own property with care. Now, she and her team (@Hanno Futaba, @Imoogi) were supposed to solve their lingering problems. Typical scientific conduct.
Ludmilla, truthfully, did not recall much of what she had done within the camp, not at all. She could remember as far back as trying to scope out the area with the Lion Arms, then happening upon dead bodies...then a mind blank, probably some effect of the Fever that had so plagued the massed expedition. After that, she had found herself in the midst of a ridiculous battle against a troop of apes whose brains bizarrely protruded from their heads, and then yet another blank.
Her next memories are strange and disjointed. After the battle, she found herself free of the Fever with the administering of the Serenity Mist. Apparently, in her fevered daze, she had gorged upon the corpse of the slain leading ape; this did not bother her as much as it should have, but she nonetheless put up a façade of horror for onlookers while contemplating her next meal. The journey to the Kurungaar Mother had been mostly lucid, until its head burst and the hunger overwhelmed her mind.
As whatever passed for fate here would have it, that great beast was also her last meal of this life.
Yet here I am now. How bizarre.
Ludmilla muses to herself, breath hazing up the mask of the the hazmat suit that she had been loaned as part of the cleanup task. It was of the same sort that had been provided during the first administering of the working Serenity Mist, evidently the first line of defense against any effects of whatever wild leftover concoctions the MIT had slogged through before arriving at a working one. It was bulky, hard to breathe through and frankly unsightly to walk about in, but it would be better than having to experience what was allegedly a protracted period of total emotional derangement.
As the sun rose to midday height, Ludmilla approached the steps of the ruined MITHRA complex noted that she was the first to arrive. Not knowing how much time she had before the other showed up, the Faerin looks about surreptitiously.
Other rebuilding teams were hard at work, but none approached the huge mushroom. People seemed to have gotten the memo well enough. It would be easy to just slip in and case the joint...
Looking as natural as possible, Ludmilla steps through the threshold, hoping that the rest of her team will arrive just late enough.
