Utterly Mad

Zaweri
Virgo appears to be accessing some unlocked information at the moment, you could take a crack at the [Administrator Required] bit when she's done. However, you then divert your attention to the lockers, attempting to open one up. [Rolled 3]
Disappointingly, the lock doesn't wanna budge. Sucks.

Dennis
Wow, this sh*t really is f*cked. You try and relax on your cot, puffing on one of your few remaining smokes. It's hand-rolled, and mostly filler herb and cheap tobacco, but it helps you relax a bit. (+1 morale bonus to rolls for a few hours because Cataclysm)

Ivan
You pocket one of the beers, smiling to yourself and going to work on another lock. [Rolled 15]
Another click, and you're in! The locker swings open, revealing......a plastic canteen, a stack of Playboys, and a sock. You're not sure you want anything in here.

Virgo
You click on the Emergency Procedure button, equal parts hope and despair. Perhaps it would hold answers, give you all an idea of what's come? The old terminal whirrs as it processes your action, before the new text appears on the screen.

>WARNING. STANDARD EMERGENCY PROCEDURES OBSOLETE. U.S. GOVERNMENT PROTOCOL DOES NOT APPLY. PLEASE AWAIT FURTHER ORDERS BY ARMY PERSONNEL. THANK YOU.

.....Well sh*t. What the hell was going on out there?

"So what are you guys even planning on doing once you get out of here?", he sits up knocking some of the spent cigarette off, it dissolving into a pile of ash onto the pristine floor. "I mean its good to have some form of basic goal besides survive. Like me, I'm going to find out where my motorcycle went. It most likely got jacked in the chaos, but there's always that chance of finding it again. I remember carving my initials into the paint, right on the dash just below the speedometer." Taking another drag of his cigarette, blowing out the vaporized nicotine tobacco through his nose. "But what about you guys, any of you dudes have family or something you're looking for?"


He then heads over to the locker Ivan just canteen-looted and picks up a playboy. Unfolding the centerfold girl. "Some of the pages are stuck together... nah just fucking with you, guess this was emergency wank fuel before doomsday. I'll just stick that in my back pocket, you'd be surprised what people would give for one of these. Especially now with no internet.", rolling one of the "cleaner" issues up and sticking it into his pocket.

He looks over to Zaweri, "I can sense that we'll become great friends." He then steps away from the Zaweri claimed locker, and back towards the un-Zaweri'd cubicle and inspects what's on the desk. Like any buttons that could get him out of here, and get the plot train moving along at a steady pace.

[[^ dis guy, having a good time right here.]]

Aaron says "They're looking for the way out, even though I already did."

(Well he did find the button like a while ago, I'm not making it hard, leaving's not a problem, being outside is )

"Eh, fück this fücking lock."
Zaweri takes out his torch arm of the Integrated Toolset and melts the lock off.

(I can already see it happening, Zaweri as the main character and Dennis as the dumb sidekick Zaweri is continuously disappointed in.)