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These tools must have been brought up from where the rest are kept to work on this batch of pipe. Definitely something else to keep an eye out for, assuming, of course, that you -
The near silence of the room is shattered by a stark, harsh slapping sound, loud enough to make you crouch, with your hand groping wildly for your wand and your mind groping even more wildly for answers. It is only once you find yourself awash in a wave of unexpected warmth that you finally grasp what might be happening; clearly something is going on with the emitter Organ - but is it possible that it is moving? The Conduit is clearly designed with some degree of locomotion in mind, though the Logic Organ and the Fuel Nodule were both clearly intended to be stationary. Taking more risks than you should, you head straight to the door - which apparently you didn't close properly - and you peer through the portal, not caring at the moment that you are standing stock-still in a swath of the Strangeness. Even with the obliqueness of the angle, you can clearly see that there is some light faintly emanating from the chimney; moment by moment, it gets brighter and brighter. You are warmer than you were standing by the bench too, but at least there isn't any serious discomfort to go along with it - what aches and pains that remain to you need no Mysterious explanation - you earned them fairly and mundanely by having a Refinery fall on your head, among other things.
Caution long since thrown to the wind, you open wide the door and rush through it, returning to the spot right by fireplace where you had first hoped to see the Organ. You are warm, warm enough that you might as well be standing in front of furnace - but still, there is no surge of pain or paranoia as you have experienced earlier. You have yourself just enough time to offer up a prayer of thanks, and make a promise to offer up proper Oblations for this blessed reversal when the first wispy threads of the emitter appear in the flue, shortly followed by the body proper which looks to be like a Conduit covered in these threads so thickly that it might as well be wearing fur. Unlike the ones on the tongue of the former boar's head, however, these wisps are all glowing faintly; more than that, at irregular intervals, whole patches of them stand up, on en, and then glow brighter - but not for over long. While the time it takes is different for each, in a few half or whole seconds, they dim back down again and go limp, which seems to be the cue for a new patch to perk and brighten up. You are looking for a pattern, but the Organ is still on the move - at this moment, it is bundling and coiling itself up on the polished stone hearth, which makes it effectively impossible to keep abreast of what portions have flexed and not.
