[b]Ailee![/b]

The smell of the flower blooming is indescribable. Lenses and speakers bud and blossom, glowing from within, as you are examined in turn. The Bees buzz furiously and agitatedly; some throw themselves against the metal flower and burst in a shower of sparks, while others lash out and sting you because you’re the closest thing to sting. Throbbing waves of growth cause showers of static as the flower looms over you.

“Welcome to Wormwood Station!” The voices of the speakers entwine like snakes fucking, one black and jagged and rusty, one shining neon sugarpop. “Please be mindFUL and follow all POSted secuRIty measures! Security is [bzzzzzt] byword! Report SUSpicious aCTivity to your near [bzzzzzzt] injury, maiming or DEATH. Mind the Gap! Mind the Gap! Mind [bzzzzzzzt]!”

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[b]Lucien![/b]

You’re halfway up the shaft when there’s a gravitational inversion. Up becomes down, and down, unfortunately, becomes up. This means that you’re now hanging upside down to a rusty elevator chain, trusting in your core strength to not hurtle down to your doom far above.

The other problem is that the crashed elevator far, far below is hurtling down towards you with a hideous screeching sound, like a bat out of some terrible hell. You have to outrace the descending elevator to an exit without falling to your doom!

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[b]Jackdaw![/b]

The Chief Squeaker crumples and begins to sob. They sob so hard and with so much volume that salty puddles begin to form. Wait, no. There are waves moving in them.

In no time at all, there are waves breaking against the carefully maintained glass dunes, waves glittering like ice, but infinitely sharper.

And that’s when the floor underneath buckles and gives way, sending everyone in torrents below.

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[b]Coleman![/b]

You get your answer when the water starts leaking from the roof. Wolf and you react almost at the same time, scrambling for cover as the roof caves in underneath water and glass and screaming mice and kobolds.

But as you’re scrambling together (and, one might note, Wolf leads the scrambling, as she’s still got you on a leash), you see a familiar raggedy fox on her way down...