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The carriage continues down the tunnels, beams piercing the darkness. Samantha spots another intersection that seems to lead to a parallel and Wilder and Hibiscus forms the vanguard as they - carefully - loop back around to come up closer to the abandoned carriage full of buzzing.
Meanwhile, Nadir tries diplomatic overtures, but seems to have radically misestimated the Howling Clouds appreciation for arcane hierarchies and class systemics. To declare oneself a Herald of a thing one so certainly is not is a poor start to relations, and Food with pretentions of commonality with Eaters is simply thinking thoughts above one's station.
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Everett carefully investigates some wires. Sprawl from the super conductive highway that everyone left behind in the Processing Cores. They run through everything in here, in the walls, in the ground, sometimes. The Facility has a hunger for power like the Howling Cloud hungers for the warmth of others to put their eggs in.
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A tense negotiation breaks down into a squabble.
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