Zone D -- The Foam

[The Future Warrior]

The group reached the safehouse without issue. Well, without issue aside from getting completely soaked to the bone. Only one of their group seemed really bothered by this. Cell was as disgruntled as ever about everything, Graowr wasn't all that bothered once they were out of the zone of getting constant facefulls of salt. Only Archer was really bothered at the prospect of being so thoroughly soaked. Admittedly, he was the one who most had to worry about drying off and such things as that. The majin and the bio-big didn't really need to be too concerned about something like that. One of them was a horrifying abomination that would dry off in time as the water just ran off harmlessly, and the other was an oversized bug who was already mostly dry, the water dripping off his carapace.

As they settled down in the safehouse to recollect and rest for a bit after all of the troubles getting here, they all split up to scrounge and root around, gathering up what supplies there might have been. Graowr hadn't really done much looking around last time she was here, but now she took the time to do just that. That as well as wringing the excess water out of her scarf, the only part that of her wouldn't really dry off on its own.

She scurried off, darting around and snooping around the safehouse's various rooms. Checking around for anything that might be of use, stopping now and then to check and browse around the dataverse. She didn't really find much of anything that would be of use to her, specifically. Some bits of food, here and there, old dried rations and such. Which, supplemented by what she already had in her backpack. She took the time to sit down by a window, staring out at the rain while she finally got something to eat.

And she rapidly came to the realization that these 'rations' were awful.

Just chillin' in the safehouse for now.