Night 56: Walk-in Refrigerator
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Ambient light had trouble making it back here, but Rita's flashlight was enough for Taura, even if she couldn't exactly direct it around the shelves. She grabbed a carton of milk -- chocolate milk, after a closer look -- and sliced open a box with her claw. It turned out to be full of sliced protein -- the kind for sandwiches, though what creature had produced it she wasn't sure. It had a lot more texture than vat-grown, but it seemed to be designed to aim for maximum blandness. It was a lot better than pink goop, though. Pity it wouldn't keep without refrigeration. She grabbed a handful out of the box, and closed it back up.
"That's probably what everyone else is doing. Raiding the food storage. I'm sure I'm not the only one who's going short." Oops. That might not sound right, with the top of Rita's head below Taura's shoulder. She'd just...move on.
"The stairway is under that tile in the corner," she added, enunciating around a mouthful of food. Gulp. "Last time I got this far, the last thing I remember is stepping onto the stairs."
Ambient light had trouble making it back here, but Rita's flashlight was enough for Taura, even if she couldn't exactly direct it around the shelves. She grabbed a carton of milk -- chocolate milk, after a closer look -- and sliced open a box with her claw. It turned out to be full of sliced protein -- the kind for sandwiches, though what creature had produced it she wasn't sure. It had a lot more texture than vat-grown, but it seemed to be designed to aim for maximum blandness. It was a lot better than pink goop, though. Pity it wouldn't keep without refrigeration. She grabbed a handful out of the box, and closed it back up.
"That's probably what everyone else is doing. Raiding the food storage. I'm sure I'm not the only one who's going short." Oops. That might not sound right, with the top of Rita's head below Taura's shoulder. She'd just...move on.
"The stairway is under that tile in the corner," she added, enunciating around a mouthful of food. Gulp. "Last time I got this far, the last thing I remember is stepping onto the stairs."