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(There's twelve units of trash on the floor.)
'Joy. We can retire from this life of scavenging.'


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Doc finds himself in a room that, impressively, resembled a foal's playroom, scaled industrially, and only lightly dirty.

There was a series of middling-sized foam mats to his right, near what appeared to be a food dispenser attached to the walls, and three head-sized plastic orbs attached to the ground gave off soft pink-green light; soft plush toys, bears and dogs mostly, were scattered about. Dominating the middle of the room was a large chunky green set of children's furniture with spaces for several different individual meals, including some spots with heating a cooling pads, and a wash station nearby that consisted of a patch of low tile flooring and a small hose, which was next to a small clear glass pod which appeared to have a litterbox inside it. The rest of the room seemed dedicated more towards recreation for a child; roughly a third of the room consisted of a cleared area filled with toys and carpets with a large television at the end, while the other third was a raised section that appeared like a artificial grassy hill, complete with a few small bushes here and there, with a large artificial log with glass windows on its side being prominent.

Doc could hear light chattering coming from the grassy play area, along with hushed whispers.
Doc carefully picks up a bear plush. 'A child's playroom in a lab? Hmm, must be where they observed the baby cuties.' The room would be almost cute if it didn't have the context it did. Hopefully it's clean enough. He turned his attention to the whispers. Should he make contact? Sneak up? If only Choro didn't leave that blasted pipbuck behind, they could get a better idea on the intent of the voices. Well, Doc was going to go with the notion that the only way out of the room was behind him, so whatever is here is cornered and it might get frightened into a fight if a stallion in an environmental suit, waving a gun, snuck up behind it. He lowered his gun to give a soft whistle for attention.

"Hello? Is anyone here? I'm Doctor Wagon, a traveling physician. I come peacefully."