Note that this doesn't quite qualify as an Emergency. More of a… sort of infestation of the PPC, with a noxious fungal growth seeping in via extra-dimensional means. The fungus varies in appearance, and was initially dubbed Ventriloqungus, for its uncanny knack of mimicking PPC voices. This is just my team's reaction. I invite your own in the thread.

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"Better or worse than the ypurs?" Mohan wondered, between bursts of the flamethrower at his shoulder.

Lyn waited for another pause, sprayed a burst of liquid nitrogen over the blackened area, and shrugged. "The ypurs were bad, but we got a decent source out of them - so tasteless, you could stretch any recipe out with the paste, remember? This is just… noxious."

A vworp noise and a trail of purple smoke signaled Jof's arrival. The Enderman glanced around, sizing up the area, and shook his oblong head. "Not sure about this," he muttered.

Mohan nodded. "Every time we clear out a patch, it pops up somewhere else. What do you do with that?"

"In some of the consoles, they're just ignoring it," Lyn offered. "Can we seal off this section of the kitchen? It probably won't make it into the Cafeteria proper."

As she spoke, a tendril of the growth rose gently out of the area on the wall, where Mohan's flamethrower hadn't yet penetrated, and reached towards them, emitting greenish spores that churned nauseatingly and sparkled in the cool air as they floated.

The strangely echoing voice of Barid whispered, {you don't even know th—}

Mohan grimaced and blasted the air in front of them, drowning out the inevitable insult with a roar of flames.

"Just keep fighting," Jof said with a shrug. He hefted the heavy axe at his hip and swung it down, shattering the frozen, charred muck on the floor. The crumbs of poison slowly faded from the air, and he reached to swing again. "Don't breathe it in." Another swing, another crunch, another tile cleared. "Don't believe it."