Left a bad taste in my mouth - Part Two

"Ruby, there is female guard, proud like those that guard the Noor, my queen." Nima finds the words. "She bound not talking but her gaze watching." She shivers and calls out. "You should speak, say something, I see you lady. You know I see you." She moves back as the all clear is given.


The two variations in having to pull a section from the base of each pillar is met with success. Chase's does tend to lurch open dramatically where Cristof's slides slower but with less jostling of the liquid perpetually swirling in a Bog-awful soup. Chase's shelf is filled with an assortment of objects. Something that looks suspiciously like an Oscar, reinforced gauntlets (hands still in them), helmet and scalp, piece of broken shield and part of a broken metal spear.

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Perfectly Safe Mode - Part Two

Having emerged from the water, or having just broken the surface, the trio can see the uninhabitated corners of the wedge-shaped room are underlit, but adequate to be almost completely sure they are alone. Apart from the raised protrusions that look like desks or kiosks. If this was aboard a submersible, it could be politely called 'emergency lighting'. Alcoves along the walls, and away from the open bay of water that could hold a large aqua-aerobics class, lockers are seen. Overhead are long armatures like folded insect legs. Much is artifical, but covered in a layer of plastic wrap. The raised tables and desktops have a thin layer of translucent gel or padding that's quite squishy, like a prophylactic barrier to avoid scuffing something precious.

Merrisol bobs quietly in the light-bouncy pool, turning a circle in order to peer about the entire deserted berth. Without real awareness that he is seeking them, he checks the ceilings as well for security cameras, and if those crane-like mechanisms are sporting lenses. Then, paddling for the edge that looks as safe as any, he pulls himself from the gentle pull of the water to crouch on the walkway, before turning to reach for Maggie's hand, helping her out of the pool as needed. "Like Clare's power facility... but less doomed," he murmurs as he stands to look over one of the kiosks.

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