The passage of time in this place is not easily tracked, not without a clock of some sort, anyway. The days may even begin to blend together, only occasionally interrupted by confrontations with the robot spiders or discussion with whoever is on the other end of that terminal.
It seems like things won't change any time soon. But something is off today, and some of you may notice it sooner than others.
The mind-numbing drone of the nearby builder going about its work has been with you from the very start. Located behind the terminal and far down below, it was the first sound you heard upon arriving here. It has been arranging walkways in increasingly complicated and baffling designs, extending them ever outwards into space. This much has not changed at all during your time here; the drone of the machinery moving and metal being slotted into place may even have become somewhat comforting background noise.
It is completely silent today.
The skittering of spider robots through the vents or patrolling the area is not heard either, and though the atmosphere remains as gloomy as ever, the lack of sound will undoubtedly be noticeable to some of you. Thankfully, you can still hear; it's simply that the machines have stopped their usual tasks, for whatever reason.
[Michael rolled a 9 - he was standing too close to Dorothy, probably, and now flings out his arms to try and shield her and whoever else is standing closest to him from some of the damage. Given the size of the builder this is, uh, probably totally ineffective.]
[Our position is to be trapped over here, seems like. Ed, with a roll of 7, is trapped as well, trying to reach for the brush behind his ear. It's really difficult to do, though, while being trapped like this]
...will give defense as soon as we are out of here.
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[Yeah, Dorothy rolled a 5 so uh, guess who's caught between a rock and a hard place now!!]
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[Michael rolled a 9 - he was standing too close to Dorothy, probably, and now flings out his arms to try and shield her and whoever else is standing closest to him from some of the damage. Given the size of the builder this is, uh, probably totally ineffective.]
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[Okay. Okay, Dorothy's just gonna try and get herself together here. Give her a second.]
...Thank you. I'll return the favor.
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[He's fine he's fine it's fine - ]
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...will give defense as soon as we are out of here.
[Because clearly we'll be needing that]
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[The second she can move again she is BLASTING this motherfucker.]