Post by Lone Dancer on Jan 21, 2022 22:07:58 GMT
Ant found the metallic old walls freezing to the clawed touch. However, the cold was useful in its distraction from the ever gnawing pit of hunger within his stomach. His throat was dry, and it wasn’t helped by the chilled air. But cold was better than hunger.
The constant thrum in his right ear was another welcome distraction, the strange device that allowed Warden to communicate with him. It would occasionally crackle into life, with the Warden granting instruction or direction. How Warden knew where he was, or how to navigate this place was unknown to Ant.
Still he really had no other options but to trust the strange entity. He did his best to not jump in surprise when Warden spoke once more out of the blue while he traversed the oh-so-dark halls.
“Alright Ant, you’re nearing Cafeteria B3. Inside the cafeteria, within the kitchen should be a console terminal. If you can get it online, I can prep you something to eat and drink, among other things. Keep an eye out for a large set of doors with the label.”
Ant nodded, despite not knowing if the Warden could pick it up or not. He managed to place more pip into his step as he sped his pace. The very idea of food being near was enough to satiate him slightly, giving him a boost.
Though light was highly limited, Ant strained his eyes while he was on the lookout for a pair of doors. It felt like a blinking eternity once his tracing claws stumbled upon them. While the doors where heavy, with a surge of strength, Ant pushed them open, entering through.
What he saw within made him take pause. Scattered around the large spacious room, among the tables were the skeletons of dragons. They were untouched, preserved in this forgotten place. Every set radiating an extreme age; a sense of ancientness. Across the entire room were strips of dull orange lights, which illuminated the entire place
Still, Ant gulped down his uneasiness, and looked for what could be identified as a kitchen. As he wandered the room, the silence was deafening, only the sound of his own bumbling footsteps ringing out. He made very sure to give each and every skeleton space, making it a point to walk around them.
As he edged from one end to the other, he finally located what appeared to be the kitchen. Pushing in the much lighter doors revealed another alien room, but the utensils of cookware were unmistakable.
As Ant searched around the kitchen for a ‘console terminal’, whatever that was, the air’s staleness made itself readily apparent. It was unpleasantly thick, as the only way he could describe it. Dusty.
Stomach now actively growling, he stumbled on a device similar to the room he found the Warden in. Running his claws over it, he looked for a similar piece of protruding metal to switch. Finally his claw brushed against something, and he flicked it up.
Lights began to flicker on, orange glow replaced by stark white. Various noises, such as clicks and clanks began to echo out, and Ant was becoming concerned of drawing the attention of roaming dwellers of this Facility.
One black panel, much smaller than the one in the Warden’s room flashed to familiar blue, containing a familiar face. The icewing/skying head with neon green eyes grinned at Ant.
“Heya there!” Their voice was far more… tinny than the one in the Warden room. Crackly. Ant just waved, throat too hoarse to speak.
“Well, I can tell you’re starving, so allow me to demonstrate the available menu!” With a loud whirr, a larger panel descended from the ceiling, attached to a metal arm. It swiveled towards Ant, displaying several different images. Incredibly appetizing images.
Food of both familiar and unfamiliar kinds showcased themselves to him on that panel. He did take note that some options were grayed out, devoid of color. Still, the variety of choices was still rather large. He couldn’t just settle on one. He was too hungry to marvel over the fascinating device.
“I can see you’re having problems deciding, so I will take the initiative to make something with high nutritional value.” Whirring away, the panel and arm folded back into the ceiling, as something began to thrum, and it wasn’t his right ear this time.
In what felt like moments, a ding rang out, getting Ant’s attention. From a rather unassuming block of metal, the front part opened up, revealing a meal neatly prepared. It appeared to be mostly meat based. A glass of an unknown liquid was beside it.
Ant didn’t glance over the food too much, too busy gorging himself, his hunger granting it the best flavor possible. The drink was tangy, but refreshing. Ant sucked off some of the meaty juices from his claws, reveling in a full stomach and no longer dry throat and mouth.
“Someone was a very hungry dragon.” The Warden remarked, seeming amused, as it always seemed to be. He? She? Ant wasn’t quite sure what the Warden was. Despite the appearance of a dragon, it certainly wasn’t one.
“You’re the one who basically told me to go eat food” Ant found himself shooting back without thinking. Running at full capacity brought back much of his livelihood. The Warden merely chuckled in response. The strange character was an amiable one at least.
“Now that you have a full stomach, I suggest waiting here as I bring several subsystems online. I currently only have my low level scanners, and limited camera access feed.” The Warden spoke several words that Ant didn’t know, but he trusted that these were useful things.
Besides, he was fine with waiting. Even with all the skeletons here. The Warden’s head was swiftly replaced by indecipherable numbers and symbols, before reverting back to their normal state.
“I estimate around an hour. Due to the age of this place, everything is slow to boot. So I would get comfortable if I were you.” Ant merely nodded, and the panel with the Warden’s head winked out, returning back to its inactive black state.
Still, several lights blinked in various colors around the panel, clicking and whirring replacing the silence. While Ant waited, he noticed how he felt a minor breeze across his face. Confused, he looked around but saw no potential source. However, when he took a deep breath, the air was far less stale.
He chalked it up to the Warden doing their thing. So he sat there, alone in the kitchen of an abandoned cafeteria in a Facility that was becoming more mysterious by the day, as alien sounds crackled and hummed.
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The constant thrum in his right ear was another welcome distraction, the strange device that allowed Warden to communicate with him. It would occasionally crackle into life, with the Warden granting instruction or direction. How Warden knew where he was, or how to navigate this place was unknown to Ant.
Still he really had no other options but to trust the strange entity. He did his best to not jump in surprise when Warden spoke once more out of the blue while he traversed the oh-so-dark halls.
“Alright Ant, you’re nearing Cafeteria B3. Inside the cafeteria, within the kitchen should be a console terminal. If you can get it online, I can prep you something to eat and drink, among other things. Keep an eye out for a large set of doors with the label.”
Ant nodded, despite not knowing if the Warden could pick it up or not. He managed to place more pip into his step as he sped his pace. The very idea of food being near was enough to satiate him slightly, giving him a boost.
Though light was highly limited, Ant strained his eyes while he was on the lookout for a pair of doors. It felt like a blinking eternity once his tracing claws stumbled upon them. While the doors where heavy, with a surge of strength, Ant pushed them open, entering through.
What he saw within made him take pause. Scattered around the large spacious room, among the tables were the skeletons of dragons. They were untouched, preserved in this forgotten place. Every set radiating an extreme age; a sense of ancientness. Across the entire room were strips of dull orange lights, which illuminated the entire place
Still, Ant gulped down his uneasiness, and looked for what could be identified as a kitchen. As he wandered the room, the silence was deafening, only the sound of his own bumbling footsteps ringing out. He made very sure to give each and every skeleton space, making it a point to walk around them.
As he edged from one end to the other, he finally located what appeared to be the kitchen. Pushing in the much lighter doors revealed another alien room, but the utensils of cookware were unmistakable.
As Ant searched around the kitchen for a ‘console terminal’, whatever that was, the air’s staleness made itself readily apparent. It was unpleasantly thick, as the only way he could describe it. Dusty.
Stomach now actively growling, he stumbled on a device similar to the room he found the Warden in. Running his claws over it, he looked for a similar piece of protruding metal to switch. Finally his claw brushed against something, and he flicked it up.
Lights began to flicker on, orange glow replaced by stark white. Various noises, such as clicks and clanks began to echo out, and Ant was becoming concerned of drawing the attention of roaming dwellers of this Facility.
One black panel, much smaller than the one in the Warden’s room flashed to familiar blue, containing a familiar face. The icewing/skying head with neon green eyes grinned at Ant.
“Heya there!” Their voice was far more… tinny than the one in the Warden room. Crackly. Ant just waved, throat too hoarse to speak.
“Well, I can tell you’re starving, so allow me to demonstrate the available menu!” With a loud whirr, a larger panel descended from the ceiling, attached to a metal arm. It swiveled towards Ant, displaying several different images. Incredibly appetizing images.
Food of both familiar and unfamiliar kinds showcased themselves to him on that panel. He did take note that some options were grayed out, devoid of color. Still, the variety of choices was still rather large. He couldn’t just settle on one. He was too hungry to marvel over the fascinating device.
“I can see you’re having problems deciding, so I will take the initiative to make something with high nutritional value.” Whirring away, the panel and arm folded back into the ceiling, as something began to thrum, and it wasn’t his right ear this time.
In what felt like moments, a ding rang out, getting Ant’s attention. From a rather unassuming block of metal, the front part opened up, revealing a meal neatly prepared. It appeared to be mostly meat based. A glass of an unknown liquid was beside it.
Ant didn’t glance over the food too much, too busy gorging himself, his hunger granting it the best flavor possible. The drink was tangy, but refreshing. Ant sucked off some of the meaty juices from his claws, reveling in a full stomach and no longer dry throat and mouth.
“Someone was a very hungry dragon.” The Warden remarked, seeming amused, as it always seemed to be. He? She? Ant wasn’t quite sure what the Warden was. Despite the appearance of a dragon, it certainly wasn’t one.
“You’re the one who basically told me to go eat food” Ant found himself shooting back without thinking. Running at full capacity brought back much of his livelihood. The Warden merely chuckled in response. The strange character was an amiable one at least.
“Now that you have a full stomach, I suggest waiting here as I bring several subsystems online. I currently only have my low level scanners, and limited camera access feed.” The Warden spoke several words that Ant didn’t know, but he trusted that these were useful things.
Besides, he was fine with waiting. Even with all the skeletons here. The Warden’s head was swiftly replaced by indecipherable numbers and symbols, before reverting back to their normal state.
“I estimate around an hour. Due to the age of this place, everything is slow to boot. So I would get comfortable if I were you.” Ant merely nodded, and the panel with the Warden’s head winked out, returning back to its inactive black state.
Still, several lights blinked in various colors around the panel, clicking and whirring replacing the silence. While Ant waited, he noticed how he felt a minor breeze across his face. Confused, he looked around but saw no potential source. However, when he took a deep breath, the air was far less stale.
He chalked it up to the Warden doing their thing. So he sat there, alone in the kitchen of an abandoned cafeteria in a Facility that was becoming more mysterious by the day, as alien sounds crackled and hummed.
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