Now you see me

Ken cranks on the center door handle, it has a little more resistance than expected, but opens despite the few screeches of metal on metal. Once open, the teams lights shine down a short corridor. At the other end is another door, silently waiting to be cranked open. Eager to proceed, Ken moves forward and cranks open that door. You've entered what appears to be a mess hall. There are about fifty tables arranged in a grid around the room. The center path, from the door your standing at to straight across the room is wider than most of the spaces leading to another door. There is a door on the right wall and on the left wall are two doorways, possibly the 'chow line'.

There is a noticeable amount of dust on the tables. However, from the tightness of the door seals and the base being in a mountain, it wouldn't be subject to the same amount of air flow as an above ground facility. Still, it's been abandoned for quite a while.

Ken approaches the doorways on the left, the doors are simple swinging doors that easily move as he pushes through them. Looking around, he sees that it truly is just a boring chow line type of setup. A line of empty pans from which food was served, a stack of meal trays and interestingly, a small bowl of possibly candy or mints sits at the far end of the line. Behind the serving line is a full kitchen, four cooking stations and several large doors on the far wall, probably refrigeration units.

Ken pulls on one of the freezer doors, the seal makes a whoosh as it opens. Apparently, the door seals were still intact. The air inside is not cold however, as the temperature controls have long been off. Relying on his scanner googles, he can see the shelves are fairly full. Most of the contents look a bit desiccated and despite, or maybe because, of their age, the odor is only mildly pungent.

Creds cranks open the door in the right wall and it opens directly into a smaller 'lounge' area. There are a few small tables with chairs, a couch and a small bar with 3 stools in front of it.

Creds moves through the lounge, there is a couple of flimsy publications stacked neatly on an end table by the couch. The language is definitely not Basic and the print is still sharp and bright. However, without sunlight to fade them, they could last for a long time. Behind the bar are dozens of alcohol bottles, the script on the labels matches the flimsy. The bar itself is neat and efficiently arranged. The glasses, stacked two high in a square of nine, imply that the number of expected guests was small.

AD-hoc cranks open the door leaving the mess hall. The hallway beyond is spacious, easily four beings wide and has four doors on each side before reaching another door.