The elevator doors slide shut and Rex descends downwards. He can probably hear the low screech of large objects being moved before he even comes into sight of the chambers below, but as the darkness gives way to the lower levels he can see crates being slowly but surely rearranged in front of doors, blocking off flanking doors. ALL the doors, actually. How does he expect Rex to...
Oh. One tentacle waves from a busted six-foot-diameter pipe jutting out precariously above a bafflingly-deep pit. Of course. Why does it always come down to using the plumbing for transportation in these things, anyway?]
[Meanwhile, the ever-present protective tendrils seem to peer at Ran and Company from every vent as they make a circuitous route through the machine shop. Not a single machine is whirring or humming, leaving the whole place still, dark and deathly silent.
"That's the first time I've seen those pistons over there so still! It's... unnerving." "Isn't that the generator? Perhaps we can get them going again!" "And risk being seen by more of those THINGS?"
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Oh. One tentacle waves from a busted six-foot-diameter pipe jutting out precariously above a bafflingly-deep pit. Of course. Why does it always come down to using the plumbing for transportation in these things, anyway?]
[Meanwhile, the ever-present protective tendrils seem to peer at Ran and Company from every vent as they make a circuitous route through the machine shop. Not a single machine is whirring or humming, leaving the whole place still, dark and deathly silent.
"That's the first time I've seen those pistons over there so still! It's... unnerving." "Isn't that the generator? Perhaps we can get them going again!" "And risk being seen by more of those THINGS?"
What do, Ran?