The network is a labyrinth of stone slabs shifting, grinding, calling out to each other, the carvings writhing, the noise cacophonous. It extends into four dimensions, dizzying, hectic, and impossibly complex.

Smokeless Jade Fires has pistons and cords.

She falls through the labyrinth, never touching a surface. The pistons are driven through eyes to pin them into place, into mouths to silence them, and the shifting of the walls tangles the cords into constant new structures, and in her mind she rotates the shapes of the cords. Pluck here and a security system updates. Shiver there and a password falls neatly into place. Her gravity pivots and she is falling always, trailing cords, flinging them out with divine precision.

It is a shame that Dolly isn't here to see the catsuit, or the mask that leaves only her clever eyes shining. Perhaps Jade will have to model for her bride later. As a reward. As a victory lap. But right now, she slides through shifting corridors, cutting through air, weaving her victory.

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[i]The zipper. is. the zipper is. well. see. it is. definitely. it sure is.

stuck.

"I, uh, I'm getting, over the, set, earset, that it's stabilizing but let me just see about getting this, I mean, haha, I can't very well go out there and, like this, right?" Panic flutters inside her, but she can't let it win, or else the plan will spin out of control, and besides...

Jade's depending on her. To keep it together. To fulfill their debt to Mirror. To be a gosh darned high priestess. Would Velvet Tread fall apart like this, Dolly? Would Six Dappled Ferns? No!

"Like, the second worst thing that could happen would be me walking out there and running into the ~Red Band~ with my damn zipper down to here--" She tugs harder on it, and manages to not bounce out of the jumpsuit, but the engineer's definitely noticed the not bouncing out. "And the worst thing would be running into my manager, haha ha! Do you think you could...?"

The look she gives is innocently devastating. She has to brush a lock of hair up out of her face, and her nervousness comes off more as shyness, demureness; anyone who knew who she actually was, in this moment, might suddenly understand why Jade is so possessive of her.[/i]