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Mauve Mint Posh
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There is no way to see any labels on any of the switches in the backup generator room (if there even are any), so Elizabeth starts dragging the power cell back to the tank dump room. It is damned heavy and still very warm.
There are no signs of Topper. Elizabeth calls out a couple of times, but there is no answer and she finds it very uncomfortable to shout in such a quiet environment.
The hot electronics smell of the power cell mixes in with the assorted burnt odors of the hallway. Distinct smells come and go, staying only long enough to be noticed but leaving before they can be identified. Dark shapes and blobs appear, disappear, float around and almost distract Elizabeth's sense of direction.
Without the buzz of the lights, hum of ventilation and flowing of pipes, her every movement causes and exaggerated sound. It is hard to not hallucinate muffled, distant speech or a strange clicking rap that seems to follow her footsteps, but only when she is moving.
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