May-Jor does her best to pry up an appropriately sized floor panel. She’ll look underneath and make sure it isn’t some weird turbine throwing off electrical arcs, or a bunch of grinding gears or spinning blades or, uh, just more bugs. Assuming it’s safe to remove, she’ll clank-stomp over to the hol...

May-Jor : “Unsavory as it sounds, the group may have better odds revisiting the bug-infested tunnel now that we are in an armored, mobile chamber. There may well be something more interesting beyond the swarming vermin.” She cranes her neck to look out the hole in the hull. “ We may be well-served ...

May-Jor excitedly jogs up the stairs into the room with the others. "You looked inside, it's actually quite nice. If anything, it may save us , from a long trudge back into town with nothing but bug lesions and empty lootsacks." She pokes her head back out to motion at Denslow to come abo...

May-Jor pokes her head through the hole, and is intrigued by the decidedly not-full-of-bugs chamber inside, but between her naturally broad shoulders and the steel exoskeleton attached to them, there's absolutely no way she can fit through. "You know a little about machines and such, and you m...

May-Jor: "This looks promising. Like the other promising things today, it may be full of bugs. But it looks like metal, which is a good sign. Possibly.

Is the object all the same color, or is there any visible pattern or variation on the outside of it?

May-Jor looks at her axe, then the torch, and knows neither one is going to be particularly effective against a swarm of bugs. She spends a moment panicking, her mind racing to find some way to help. 15 pounds of extra rations won't get us out of this one. She turns to Denslow as she begins to rifl...

May-Jor dips a torch into one of her companions' flames and holds it in her off-hand, with axe at the ready in the other. "Extra torches here for anyone who might need one." She's a bit slower than most, and does her best to stay in the middle of the pack without falling behind.

"No kidding. Blechhhh..." May-Jor trundles back toward the group proper. She'll bend down and queasily inspect her wound, giving it few painful squeezes and prods, trying to feel for any squirmy movement from within. "No longer enthusiastic about this mushroom harvest. Willing to pur...

May-Jor rambles away from the wormy shroom-grove, though giving the rest of the group a wide berth in case she's tracking fungus worms. As she's withdrawing, she'll scrape at her leg with the edge of her axe, basically straight-razor shaving off what worms she can as she moves.

May-Jor Initiative Roll: [1d20+2] = 12+2 = 14

May-Jor shakes her worm-covered leg in a panic. " EUUGH! COME ON! " Fortitude Save: [1d20 + 1] = 12+1 = 13 I assume I'm nowhere near first in the action order, what with the tree chopping and the surprise legworms, but I'd love to start swinging at the ones on the ground whenever possible.

May-Jor retrieves her makeshift axe, and heads over toward the muppety-looking Type-A shroom she pointed out earlier. "Gonna try and bring it down towards us, so it doesn't disturb the others. Be ready to catch this thing." I have no idea if May-Jor knows anything about cutting down a tre...

May-Jor is particularly wary of the Type B mushrooms. "These ones," she mumbles, "they resemble a smaller mushroom from the wastes. Those ones reacted when pressure was applied to the ground around them. Mostly just made a mess on your feet. If these big'uns are related, you'll want ...

May-Jor scans the visible fungi for anything she might know to be particularly valuable, delicious, or conspicuously out of the ordinary. She replies to Kurot, "Many kinds of mushrooms in the wastes. They mutate like anything else. Some can do incredible things, and are very valuable. Some wan...

For a few minutes now, May-Jor has been staring slack-jawed into the middle distance. A muffled " bw ooo - EEP " emits from underneath her poncho, and the bear's head jerks suddenly upright. "HAVE ROPE ALSO" , she barks at nobody in particular. As her eyes seemingly refocus, she ...

May-Jor is tense, and has her bow in hand already.

"Hanging back. Let you try to make friends. If they don't want to be friends, I'll help with the next part."

”Oh, you know, copper pipes, rebar, broken glass. If you’re treating yourself though, a nice bowl of belt buckles with motor oil and pencil shavings really hits the spot!” “...Kidding.” She unties a big sack from one of her shoulder-struts, and pulls out an assortment of foods. “Already stocked up....

"Pickin' mushrooms! Got it. But if we do find honey, you folks make sure to share."
May-Jor trades one of her silver pieces (21gp, 5sp remaining) for a small sack, the better for collecting mushrooms.

May-Jor paces aimlessly, swinging her arms and legs at odd intervals, doing her best to loosen up the hinges and pistons of her exo-frame in preparation for another long walk. After a couple good flails, she decides to rein in her movements a bit, noticing the concerned looks from nearby travelers. ...