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Peer pressure wins another battle as you lead your band of merry misfits down the left passage. It’s slow-going given the lack of light, naturally, but at least these sewers seem to have the worker’s safety in mind! Like they even have this guard ra<span class="mu-s">OOOAAAAUUUGH!</span>
“ANT!”
The guard rail shifts beneath your arm’s weight and nearly sends you toppling into the Missishitty River, but you’ve stopped yourself from falling into the fryers at work more times than you can count–this here is child’s play!
Harnessing the combined force of your <span class="mu-b">SKELETAL AND MUSCULAR SYSTEMS,</span> you manage to lean away from the river of refuse and instead fall harmlessly on the sticky, but far less deadly brick floor!
… you might need a wet nap for your face and eye, though.
Do they make wet naps for inside your mouth, too?
Scuttling back to your feet with a hasty ‘Imokay’, you resume your previous leading and shepard everyone into a colossal room–dome-shaped, if you had to guess. A rain of condensation drips from the ceiling far above–the deluge fed by the rhythmic hiss of steam jetting out from groaning pipes snaking all over like vines in a jungle canopy!
Further towards the center of the room comes the rhythmic clanging of massive pistons–their function unknown, but their power more than enough to make your teeth rattle! Between you and them sloshes a whirlpool of hissing, frothing filth…
“Sounds like Durher design…” Remarks Oti with a hint of reverence in his usually-caustic voice. “Say what you will, they certainly build things to last.”
“Wonder what it’s all for?” Adds TT as she deftly ignores the offhand comment. “Seems a little much for moving sewage around…”
You never really took the time to explore sewers back in your own world, you offer, but you’re pretty sure they ain’t built like this! As the brick below your feet is replaced by a creaking catwalk, you pause for a moment to turn to TT and Oti. Is this, um… is this safe to walk on?
“Walk?” Asks Oti as he drifts back and forth through the air.
“I’m pretty light so it should be okay~” Adds the Spinner, clearly not understanding the deeper meaning behind your question. Shaking your head, you take another step along the catwalk, each step rewarding you with an unnerving metallic groan!
It’s only after taking a few more steps that you realize something else is creaking–and it’s coming from beneath the sewage!
>CONTD.
