EVENTS:

Eigla checks the other lockers and containers in the room. Rusted metal tools, odds and ends, a C.O.F.F.I.N. user manual that disintegrates into dust as soon as it is touched. Not much of use.

Heading outside, with Rosa clingling onto Eigla's back, the group continues to scavenge for supplies. Entering another building, this time seemingly a sleeping area, they find more shot-up corpses. Their synthetic fiber clothes are ragged and crusty with dried blood, but could probably be worn if needed. Rosa notices the bullet shells strewn across the floor, and immediately recognises them as belonging to a pistol of the same make of hers. What a coincidence.

You hear the wind picking up outside, and flakes of sand and ash begin to batter the outside of the building. Hopefully no sandstorms happen tonight.

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Eigla takes a final look around. Nothing else of use, unless she were willing to check out the underground section as well.

Rosa looks out the door. The sun has almost set in the horizon, and a large dust cloud seems to be approaching from the north. No sign of rain, at least.

Klimt makes himself busy by cleaning the current room up a bit, throwing out the corpses and dusting off the synthetic fiber hammocks. There are no windows, just the reinforced airlock door. It's a bit rusty, but he manages to get it moving with some effort. Should be able to close it if the situation requires.