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.
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[ So not helpful, but. ]
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[Give... give him a moment.]
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...Miss Ashley's visions are nothing to scoff at. Everyone, on your guard, do not get caught unaware!
[dorothy barks the order like she can actually do anything right now and like she ISN'T worried she's gonna need more than a few repairs after this]
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Vakama will remember this]
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I see. Another layer to the trap, then.
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[it sounds like it's jumping at her. so uhhh....]
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Which direction, Ashley?!
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