A City of Stone!

[Dracos]

There was the back door, but that too was locked.  Seems like the owner didn't even open up today.

Dracos

[Halbarad]

Finding nothing of interest at the gas station, Phil heads over to check out the building the two emerged from the tunnel into. Adjusting the straps of his backpack - that thing was getting heavier by the minute - he pushed open the door to the building, looking to see what was inside.

[Dracos]

Nothing really of notice along the walls.  The floor was bare except for huh...some oil around the floor, all near one spot.  Not a lot of it, more of like the little puddles some machines leave.

Dracos

[Halbarad]

Setting his pack down - this seems like as good a time and place as any to get rid of some of that junk he'd picked up - Phil takes a closer look at the spots on the floor, trying to see what kind of oil it is. Was a car parked here or something?

[Dracos]

Eww, god that stunk.  Yup though, smelled like car oil.  This place could've been used as a garage, but would've had to been recently, in the last few days, since otherwise it would've dried.

Dracos

[Halbarad]

Wrinkling his nose, Phil heads over to his pack, opening it to spill out the contents across the ground - junk and gadgets alike. Moving his own inventions aside, he began to look over the stuff he'd picked up, to see if there was anything of use right now - it was getting too heavy to haul all of it around.

[Dracos]

Let's see, lots of fancy transmitter circuitry here, it looked like.  Some tubes and piping, a bit bent, but servicable.  A few small batteries that had looked nifty.  And then there was that crest he picked up that Liao had been so interested in.  Hum, a couple of bent and damaged satellite dishes too.  Also a nifty magnetic coil.  Those are always cool.

Dracos

[Halbarad]

"Lots of transmitting stuff here," Phil mutters, organizing the scraps into piles by use. Grabbing some of the pipes, the magnetic coil, and the batteries, he sets the rest against one wall, to come back for it later. His pack settled - and considerably lighter, now - he heads over to take a closer look at the area around the oilstains - maybe there are some kind of tire tracks or something he can follow.

[Dracos]

He did not see some by the oil stains BUT he did notice some of the grass near the front of the doors bent in as if something heavy had rolled over it in a distinctly carlike fashion.

Dracos

[Halbarad]

The dark-haired boy motions to Liao. "This way - there are tire tracks or something, headed this way."

[Brian]

"I'm not familiar with these tracks," Liao admits, watching Phil's handiwork.  "And ... what are all those metal bits?"

[Halbarad]

"Parts I picked up when I was at the place where I saw all the UFOs," Phil replies, following the tracks outside. "I can use them to make things, sometimes."

[Brian]

"Oh.  Where is that place from here?" Phil asks.

[Halbarad]

"Hmm..." Phil takes a moment to get his bearings, finally pointing out the direction once he's sure where the area was.

[Brian]

Liao looks for anything meaningful in the direction Phil is pointing.