"Forgive me, Halkor...we've seen enemies all around us, so it is difficult to see anyone helping us if not for their own selfish motives."

  Matt didn't exactly blame Azrith for the paranoid Everyone Is Trying To Kill Us mindset.  Considering up until now it had been true, and had still included familiar faces from his Trying To Kill Us crowd.

  "Well, I suppose if you were that worried I could just stick to living on the streets while you hide in a concealed military complex."  Not that this would stop all usage of sarcasm.  Matt would punch in the entry code once they got back to the bunker entrance.

To Underground bunk-... Wait a minute, we're already there.

  Archeirae said softly "We will gladly accept all the allies we can get.  We are just so used to being hunted . . . that paranoia is second nature more now."

Halkor steps over to the large Lion man patting him on the back. "Tis alright friend there've been times when its seemed the whole galaxy's against us. But we can't survive on an alien planet we know nothing about without some help."

"You are right, of course, my friends," Azrith said to them. "Seeing enemies at all sides...eyes become red with rage, I could not help but question anyone's motives."

  "I wonder if the phrase 'It's not paranoia if they really are out to get you' is a universal saying?" Matt comments as he enters the Bunker.  He's not expecting to find anything like guns or hand grenades, but there is some small hope that there will be enough cold-war era anti-communist propaganda in a closet somewhere to make a fort out of.

  "I do find myself wishing I had a bit more to offer than the fact I grew up here.  It's less my appearance and more the fact I'm currently a legally dead nothing that is my problem." Plenty of people on the street didn't give a damn when they saw his "face".  But knowing how his luck tends to run, odds are the people who would care are ones in charge of services and legalities he would need.

"Remember we are but three now friend a disgraced sword-master, an exiled prince, and a wanted artist cannot hope to survive on an unknown planet on their own. And for now that must be our goal. To Survive."

  "Well, for the moment that goal seems accomplished.  Probably for the near future too at the very least."  Matt felt he was forgetting something simple there, what was it?  They had shelter designed to survive a cold war going hot.  So that took care of all his survival needs.

  ...Oh, right.

  "Speaking of survival, we should probably look around and see if this place was stocked before it was abandoned.  This sort of bunker had long term stays and long shelf life, low taste foods in mind."  These Aliens probably still needed to deal with that whole eating thing.

Azrith sniffed around.

"There does seem to be an only slight aroma. First order of business is indeed our survival....which can be made easier with some sustenance.."

  Archeirae nodded, and asked Matt "How hard to acquire ARE groceries?"

  Matt provides the sound of a sigh, "In normal circumstances not so hard, as long as you can pay for them.  I've been lucky in the fact that despite finding myself legally dead, no access to my college savings, etc.  I don't need to eat anymore.  Takes a lot of the edge off the homeless situation."

  Sure, the wallets of purse snatchers and alleyway muggers had been a form of income that he hadn't really had any need to spend yet.  But that wouldn't last very long if put to use on properly feeding a handful of people.  He knew a few convenience stores that the apathetic clerks didn't care about his situation so long as he was buying stuff at least.  Some days, people not giving a damn about you is humanity at it's finest.

  "If there was any food stored here, it'd be the heavily sealed longevity and nutrients over flavor kind.  A couple decades back everyone, including the governments involved, were worried someone would get fussy and launch nuclear death, and then the other guy would just to take them with them, and so on.  Now we just quietly pretend we can't level eachother with a button press for the most part."
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  Archeirae asked "And if we need nutrients that aren't human compatible, that could be problematic too, could it not?"

  Matt shrugged (It's looking to be his favorite physical expression at this rate) "One problem at a time I guess.  You haven't fallen over dead from our atmosphere after all.  I also kinda doubt that slave mines for a multitude of species would really care amount ensuring you all got hand picked meals to your biological liking, and you would all put most of our athletes to shame.  I could be wrong there of course, I don't know how the average prison planet is run."

  Either way, Matt started exploring The Bat Cave Bunker.

OOC Style: So, just what IS in here anyways beyond rooms and a fancy hidden entrance?
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The bunker is dark and obviously hasn't been used in some time. There's a section with a four bunkbeds a small kitchennette stocked with canned food MREs and other things that won't taste good but will last a long time. There's a small arsenal with a variety of cold war era guns as well as a communication station.

Soon, the entrance could be heard opening on its own, and in stepped Regina, who was dressed a bit more casually now, in jeans and a dark blue T-shirt.

"Well...here's the deal...I'm off the hook for the time being, but the Air Force has placed me on leave because they were concerned that....well....that I wasn't in my right mind when my plane crashed. And don't worry, no details of you or your friends were disclosed. I figured with the powers I acquired, the Air Force would want to probably strap me to a table and dissect how these powers work. Which I'm not a big fan of that."

"Thank you very much Regina, we would not like to be dissected either. I do have a question though. We will need to find a way to.... 'fit in' with this society. What do you suggest we do?"

  Matt does his best to give Regina an incredulous expression, Insert 'Has No Face' comment here.  "Seriously?  That's even more cynical than I am.  What, civilians can take act on the para registration deal and get paid for it.  But if you already work for the government they put you on a slab instead?  Seems kinda backwards."

  ...Oh, right. That was a thing.  Why hadn't he looked into that more?

  "Of course, I don't know how that turns out when it comes to Aliens that never had a social security number, or recently dead people that have fallen off the humanity scale.  I figure I need some time to adjust to myself, before I'd ever submit myself for someone else's approval at least."  There we are, flimsy excuse is go.

  "Though speaking of government surprises, glad for the food stocks still here if grocery store runs can't be managed for the recent arrivals.  I'm probably gonna stay away from the guns myself though."  Matt figured he could aim one well enough, but he wasn't gonna trust that as a guarantee of shooting someone in the shoulder not turning into shooting a face as they try to dodge.

Regina simply shrugged.

"The reason for that is because it's a new source that spawned a Para....me, in this instance. It had nothing to do with radiation, magic, or lineage...it's a source from a cosmic place that's now a part of me. But....we can dwell on that later. Did you guys find any of the provisions in the bunker?"

Azrith looked at the shorter Earth woman.

"To be honest...I half-expected you to betray us. I am glad that I was wrong in this instance, and I apologize. Be assured that Azrith The Mighty stands with you if and when you ever need his aid."

  Archeirae nodded, and said thoughtfully "It looks like most of the nutrients we all need are in there, but some of them are not in very high levels.  And I didn't see any arsenic."

  "Lack of consistent standards in the Government, gotacha.  I wish this surprised me more." Of course, Regina was the one who had actually worked for them, so at least a accurate source... Though Matt wouldn't exactly mind if she was wrong in this case.

  "This would be due to the fact arsenic is poison to the usual local life Archeirae, regardless of some of the crazy things people eat anyways." After all, if you wanted to stretch facts then Hot Sauce was pretty much Baby's First Neurotoxin.

  She frowned, and said "That could be problematic for me then.  Since it is an essential nutrient to my species."

  "Huh.  Not exactly something you'll find in the supplements isle."   Not to mention mail order science kits also were not as convenient as they used to be for people in their situation.  The postal system and mail order industry liked bank accounts and delivery addresses that were not unlisted.

  "We'll probably manage to get some eventually, but how long are you able to go until deficiency is a debilitating thing?" Matt wasn't going to bet on his influence being a substitute for proper diet... Though it was, he may spend some hours of the night perched on top of homeless shelters every so often.

  Archeirae answered "It is an essential nutrient to keep the sheathes for my nervous system healthy.  I can go without it for a span of time, I have to correlate the time difference to see how many standard days I can go and how many of your days I can go."

  "Right, I'll just assume 'real soon' then."  Note to self, check just what quality of communications were available in the bunker, though he doubted he'd be taking any frequencies for a spin just to chat and see if it worked.

  "Despite all the problems that can turn up in this city, I find myself suddenly doubting often talked about arsenic contamination of some water supplies is one of them.  Purely because that would actually be helpful to us right about now.  I... think that my presence might delay the problem, but honestly I haven't had much experience or experimentation with my influence on others so I'd rather not rely on such things."