"Sure," Dustin shrugs. "Once we give them a detailed rundown of the equipment that we need and are confident that it'll work, because they sure as fuck don't understand the scope of the technology that they have available and what it does."

He sighs, coming to a stop in front of the Agriculture center. The doors are, like all the other ones, absolutely massive, which is always a bit of a pain in the ass. Dustin squares himself off and gives this one a hefty shove to try and (slowly) push it open.

"Regular weather would be...easy..." he grunts. "Unpredictable, supernatural phenomena that affect different people in different ways. Apparitions of people you know, or things from stories. The moon screams."