Scavenger turns back away from the holes in the wall, having kept an eye on her EverSwarm as they investigated them, a veritable sparkle in her eyes. "Three minutes without air, three hours without shelter, three days without water, three weeks without food. This place is much better off than some of where I've had to make do before." She pauses, looking over the group and trying to make a guess as to how much she'd be looking for. "Yeah, if we can secure this building, then I should have enough time to get us supplied for tonight. I can't guarantee that it will be comfortable, but it'll definitely be better than the inside of a half crushed-half rusted car missing the floorboards!"
The Major looks at Amalgam. "And what theory is that?"
"A necromancer caused all this right? Well, if they're controlling the zombies then there'd have to be a connection of some kind. Last fight I carved out part of my essence and replaced it some of the zombie's, or at least whatever the magical stuff it's got that acts like essence. If the zombies are connected to the necromancer, then given some time to focus and clearer sightlines I might be able to sniff out a direction for us to head in tomorrow. I'm not gonna make any promises that it'll work, but it's also not gonna cost us anything to try."
"Alright. May as well. Not before we fortify, in case the necro can see back."
"Amalgam is testing her theory, and we get the lay of the land. Scavenger and Swarm should be helpful there. As should Sunshower."
"My name is Morgan." She says before heading off to help search the building for supplies.
"Did it before, no reason I can't do it again!" Scavenger gathers her EverSwarm and puts it to searching for food and water before doing so more directly herself. Between her magic, and oh boy did becoming a Magical Girl make foraging and such easier in a multitude of ways, and the additional senses of the EverSwarm there should no trouble unless she encounters an enemy that she can't immediately gun down.
Tourne's swarms pour into the cellar of the bar searching for foodstuffs as Tourne herself searches the rest of the building's ground floor. For half an hour, all she finds is broken beer bottles and rotten meat. Fortunately, after scouring the cellar, her swarms discover some intact, refrigerated beef. Though the freezers and fridges aren't working, the meat is cold. She also finds some assorted vegetables and fruit that are nearing the edge of their lifetime.
"Even if we don't hole up down there, it's probably where a fridge or freezer would be kept. Be back soon!"
"Yeah, I can smell it....." Well her swarm could which was effectively the same thing as far as she was concerned. "Eh, rotten meat can't be any worse than actually zombies." She shrugs, more or less fine with things. She really had eaten worse.
"I mean... while I could probably find more, that would involve checking out more levels of the building. And if you're good with eating rotten meat, then we do have enough for everyone. Basement does smell a bit, but that's mostly from... rotten meat." She shrugs, fiddling with her halligan bar. "We should figure out where we're holing up. Anywhere on this floor is probably fine long as it's not right next to a large hole and we can reinforce relevant doors, if you can ignore the smell the basement works too. Just a matter of picking a spot, and I can retrieve what I found for us to put together a camp meal of sorts."
