Handwritten notes, illegible... into the map pocket too, why not? Her PC was starting to get kinda heavy in front now, stupid documents... what the heck was the dodecahedron though?<br/><br/><Any idea what this is Leon?> she asks, but figuring she'd not get an answer... well, into the backpack it goes.<br/><br/>Down into the basement, it started off like any lab... and then it got weird. Why were they grown brain matter into such weird shapes? That... that was just weird; were they seriously growing organs in here? Like an organlegger's wet dream... Lapine would press on, through the jammed door that she knew she could get open easily with a bit of force, and once inside...<br/><br/>...oh, this was a good sign; there were only so many reasons to barricade something off, few of them were good.<br/><br/><Okay, we're going to keep pushing through here, but we're going to have to be careful> Lapine told Leon, before knocking on the material. <I don't know how far this barricade goes, but we don't have any answers, and there aren't threats here yet, so we need to keep looking...>