thorn and co. explore law and chaos in bicameral
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"Guess we're just leaving the ladybugs here for our mysterious wizard to collect?" Shrug. "This way." 

The pair of them start walking, arm in arm, down a tunnel leaving the cave and descending. The only light comes from little fairy-light type circlets that both of them are wearing, and toggle on when they walk out of range of the cave lighting. This doesn't seem to bother them; the floor is uneven but they clearly know it very well. 

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Rastax does, after a bit, slow down. "Do you need a hand?" he asks Thorn. 

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Hannah follows along gamely. She's not in the best of shape but she's a hiker. In sneakers at the moment, but...

"I think I can manage, but thank you."

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After a few minutes of walking, they reach a larger, more smooth-walled corridor, much better lit by LED lights strung along the ceiling, the walls completely covered in artistic graffiti. 

Nightengale sings to herself, quietly. She has an amazing voice; she can make herself sound like half a dozen different people, alternating styles every phrase. 

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... She'll never know if she doesn't ask. 

"Incidentally... are you plural?"

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Nightengale stops singing. 

"- Not so much these days. I'm that old stereotype about artists, you know, I was seven different people when I was nineteen and then in my boring middle age I went for more integrated." 

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"Heh. Not all the way. You still pull out Lienna when you need to go topside." 

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"Yes, okay, for Law, but when's the last time I went up there? Last year?" 

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"As for me, I've always been med– well, let's say undifferentiated, at least," Rastax says dryly. "I'm pretty firmly stuck at one person in here, but I never did manage well up on the Surface, did I." 

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"Obligate-Chaos since you were a tot." She kisses him, before turning back to Thorn. "And you?" 

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"There's a half-dozen of us here. You're talking to Hannah right now. Aside from me there's Thorn - the hypnotist - Lily - the one who keeps worrying about supplies - Audrey - she's little - and Kumi and Liath, who are... let's just say of a more personal nature. It's rarer where I come from, maybe 1% of the population. Thorn made herself shell personalities with hypnosis about a decade ago, and, well... we proved a bit of a handful."

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"Fascinating! It's...hard to imagine a world where it's that rare, I have to say." 

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"Not having a Surface and Underworld separated would simplify things, I reckon." 

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"Or make them even more confusing! I don't - it's not just those, right, even the folks who never go deeper than the top few levels have to - switch facets, at least, even if they're more like masks than other people, and - how would you be able to talk about it, if there weren't words for - that...?" 

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Fond smile. "She's a poet. Loves her words." 

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"I compose some doggerel. I don't think I have anything about being plural specifically but I spoke to - the distance between me and ordinary people - quite a bit. Perhaps I can share later?"

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"We'd be delighted, honey!" 

The corridor they're in angles, slopes downward; the bedrock around them shifts to a different colour and texture, more basalt-like than the previous layered sedimentary rock. There are support-struts visible in the corners of the ceiling and, at intervals, struts sort of crisscrossed down the walls, in a clearly thought-out pattern. 

Nightengale starts singing again, this time a wordless tune that seems to be imitating birdsong. 

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Hannah listens intently with a smile on her face, and keeps an eye out for the camp.

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They reach a nexus of corridors - all of which seem to slope in at different angles - and the entrance to a descending shaft, eight feet across or so, with a tight-wound spiral staircase hung inside it. It's dark, but proves to contain a string of lights around the stair-treads that can be flicked on for the descent. 

They go down. And down. 

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It's really just about thirty feet, and then the staircase leads down into...a really big cavern, with a high arching ceiling, one that looks at least partly natural - though quite a lot of supporting struts have been added. There's a pump setup buzzing quietly in a corner, apparently draining groundwater from a pit sink into the floor, keeping the floor itself dry. 

It's very well-lit, almost as bright as day and a bit dazzling after the stairs, especially since the ceiling seems to be thoroughly decorated with disco-ball style glittery outcroppings. 

The floor is - not carpeted, exactly, but there's a sort of spongy-rubbery mat laid down across most of it, a little like the flooring in a gym or martial arts dojo. 

Some mostly-naked people are wrestling off to the side. 

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Nightengale is beaming. "We're here!" 

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"Dazzling."

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"Can you show us around a little, meet some people? We'd like to get a better sense of how things work around here."

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"Perfect - well, let's go introduce you to Adder, first..." 

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In the direct that Nightengale gestures, a tall, muscular, very athletic-looking woman is sparring - against two other men, both larger than her, but she seems to be holding her own just fine. 

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