Faultline's Lab - Communing

[Faultline]

After Sam had left Sara kept wandering back and forth through the lab. She should get to work implementing some of the ideas their little talk had given her but she was nervous. Everything possibly involving the large tank did and that always meant one thing... Stepping up to the tank she pushes several buttons and inputs a whole series of codes before climbing a ladder to the top of the tank. A hand-scanner at the top is the last thing she has to activate and with a loud metallic *clunk* the top of the tank begins to open, metal groaning.

[Legion]

The inside was a mass of gray clay, bubbling occasionally, slowly rotating and spinning in place, tranquil for now.

[Faultline]

Faultline slowly slipped out of her lab coat and the rest of her clothes before letting herself slide into the grey mass like you would step into a bathtub.

[Legion]

The clay parted, providing only token resistance as she submersed herself.

[Faultline]

And down into the clay she went, quickly losing all orientation when it closes over her head. No light, no sounds, just the warm clay all around her.

[Legion]

The clay orbited and circled around her, creating pockets for her to sink into.

troubled...

[Faultline]

"Shh... be calm..." she whispers, the clay swallowing the sound almost immediately. She holds up her hand into the swirling clay to slow it.

[Legion]

it slowed around her.

out?

[Faultline]

"Not right now, no... But I need you to be calm for a while. You'll have to be a beacon to lead us to the next step..."

[Legion]

out!

The clay agitated.

[Faultline]

"I told you not now. The time isn't right yet. There are still some things to be done." she whispers.

[Legion]

The clay burbled faster.

[Faultline]

"No! We have been over this."

[Legion]

The clay calmed down, petulantly.

[Faultline]

"That's better. Who's a good boy?" she purrs.

[Legion]

The clay burbled.

[Faultline]

Sara just leans back, eyes closed, and enjoys the clay churning around her.