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Down a Dark Decrepit Hall

"Helloooo? Hellllooooooo?!" Jonah shouts down the hall. His voice echoes around him, ringing out like an orchestra. Once the echoes end, he is left with something all to eerie for this place. Silence. Pure, unadulterated, silence. His footsteps vibrate the metal grating below him. Jonah finally reaches the end, a large, rusted door. It looks sturdy enough to survive an atomic bomb, and probably has. The door is, luckily, unlocked, and with the press of the glowing green button beside it, the door rumbles open. Past the door is what looks like an infirmary, blood pasted to the walls like some sort of haunted house. The infirmary reeks, and Jonah is pretty sure he can see bodies beneath white tarps thrown across beds. One of them even sounds like it's breathing, making coarse, ragged moans. A window lines the far wall of the infirmary, providing a view of what seems to be a massive generator, house sized blades held in place by years of inactivity. He opens the thin door that leaves the infirmary, finding himself in another hall that seems to wrap its way around the massive turbine. This hall, however, seems to be even more run down than the last, with holes that lead to a solid steel floor far below. "I wonder if I can even get that generator on..." Jonah thinks aloud. "If I can, I could hopefully contact someone, anyone, who might know what this place this." He carefully shuffles along the hall, avoiding each hole, crack, and crevice the years have opened up in the flooring. When Jonah is about seven feet from the end, his foot slips through a gargantuan hole, leaving him hanging over a blade of the turbine.
"Crap, crap, crap!" Jonah shouts. He holds on to a pipe that is poking from beneath the grate. His legs sway below him, threatening to pull him to his demise. He reaches for the metal grating and wraps his fingers in between the holes. He swings his foot up  and over the ledge, pulling the rest of him over in the process. "New rule..." Jonah pants. "Watch for giant holes in the flooring." Moments later, Jonah reaches the end of the hall, landing him in what looks like a communications center. The computers lining the wall are either smashed in a flurry of wires or powerless. From the communications center, he has a view of the turbine in all of its glory, cobwebs and all. A large switch dons the wall with no labeling or any significance. Jonah wanders over, still admiring the view, and flips the switch. An ear piercing screech is heard and the turbine's blades begin to elegantly dance in the circles they were built to. The computers spark to life, showing cameras, coordinates, maps, and countless other things. One of the computers near the corner, however, displays a list of different names. "Capricorn, Andromeda, Orion, Dipper, Leo...." Jonah reads off. "What is this?" Each of the names display bright red text reading 'OFFLINE' besides for Orion, which seems out of place with its bright green text. Using the panel in front of the entire computer clump, he is able to call site Orion. "Hello? Is anyone there?" Jonah calls. "Anyone?" A feminine voice rings out of the computer. "This is Joan Revard of site Orion, and who the hell are you?"