Taking Independence

The door opens on a gray and misty morning in the year 2282. Ellen found a door in the ruins of an apartment building, or possibly a multi-storey place of business- it's hard to say. The place was picked clean some time ago and then inhabited by something that left behind a lingering, unwholesome smell. Through the biggest gap in the tumbledown wall an almost-recognizable metal-walled building can be seen; there's a sign that says "Ivan's" hanging precariously from a post just out front. Beyond it is the looming bulk of a much larger building's outermost stone wall.

"We'll be rendezvousing with the rest of my people there," Ellen says, jerking her chin towards the building. "I told them I might be longer than usual trying to find my contacts, so if there's any questions or orientation you need here, now's the time to ask."