3/3 Cross 2023/07/06(Thu)16:56 No. 1067227 ID: 58e9c7
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“Oh, huh, what’s this? Someone’s sending me a request.”
A sudden message, now of all times?

“It’s… asking for some supplies. Food specifically. My neighbour’s… asking for some as he’s had his own pantry obliterated by the cave-in.”

I guess that’s even worse than what happened to Davey.

You ask Davey whether the message mentions anything about the fact that the neighbour should have had his own ration pack.

“A-ah… yeah, that’s what makes me feel a bit funny about all of this. He says that he hadn’t received one at all.”
The box rattles in his hand.
“This is only really enough for a day or two, and that’s for one person… sometimes I get so immersed in my work that I don’t eat, which is part of how I saved up a lot in the pantry.”

There’s a twisting, conflicted expression spreading across his face.
“It’s entirely possible for rations to get lost during transit, but… I don’t know. I want to respond, but…”
He turns away from the camera.

“Well… I don’t know him well at all. It’s also possible that it’s a situation where someone is trying to hoard resources in a time of hardship.”

Davey opens the lid, staring at its contents.
“If I split half of this and sent it over, I suppose we’d both live, but who knows when we’d next get something from central? If it takes too long, then…”

“Are the rescue efforts being hampered? From the sounds of it, you’ve been in here for a while…”
He doesn’t respond, the furrow in his brow deepening.

This poses a problem. But is it right for you to influence Davey’s decision on this?

>>1067227
I think the situation has progressed to the point in which we can do something directly to help. Tell him to network with everyone he can contact to create a detailed report on their survival situations, and you will relay that information to Central yourself. Those with blocked-off supplies will have priority on rations, obviously.

Specifically the report should at least include:
1, what parts of their apartments were damaged
2, how much food and water they have left
3, any injuries

>>1067233
Can we? We are part of a different nation and this government is difficult to communicate with for their own citizens.

There is too much uncertainty to give up on your food right now. The priority should be your own survival, but you can try to consume only half of your portion to send the rest to your neighbor later if you feel you can afford to.
Exchange a few messages to get a better understanding of his circumstances and to explain what happened on your end. This decision should not be taken lightly and doesn't need to be made immediately.

1/2 Cross 2023/07/20(Thu)18:00 No. 1068354 ID: 78048b
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>I think the situation has progressed to the point in which we can do something directly to help.

You’re already this deep into things, you may as well get Davey helped out while you can.

>Exchange a few messages to get a better understanding of his circumstances and to explain what happened on your end. This decision should not be taken lightly and doesn't need to be made immediately.

You tell Davey that there isn’t a need to commit to the decision right away, especially considering that starvation isn’t an immediate threat any time soon, only a future one.

He blinks, then nods in affirmation.
“Yeah… you’re right! Even if our metabolism is a little faster than surfacedwellers are, we should be fine for a while.”

Soon enough, Davey’s tapping away a response message to the request he’d received. Though his fingers are dancing over the keypad, you can’t really see the contents of what he’s writing up which you proceed to ask him about.
Davey responds, “I’m just telling him that I can’t afford it right now either, since my own pantry was blocked off. We’ll have to discuss it again in future.”
Though as he presses send, he exhales with a pained expression.

2/2 Cross 2023/07/20(Thu)18:00 No. 1068355 ID: 78048b
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You ask Davey what’s wrong as he sits on the little stool he used to access the console, his head between his hands.

“I really hope that… Nico doesn’t judge me too much for this. My neighbour.”

“I mean it when I said that I don’t know him well at all; and the few interactions that we have had haven’t been great. He’s meant to be some kinda… fancy bigwig type over at central. Apparently he chose to live here to get space away from the busier parts of the city.”

It definitely does feel odd, hearing that a supposedly relevant official is living somewhere obscure, and not necessarily well-provided for, since Davey talks about his relative isolation.

“What if he accuses me of being selfish when the disaster ends?”

“Or worse, what if I somehow cause him harm because I didn’t agree to it out the gate? There could be ulterior motives for that message!”

What’s that supposed to mean? Ulterior motives for food reasons?

“Oh… I guess this is something unique to the Undercity… um. I’m not sure I should be talking about this, honestly.”

There seems to be a lot of weight behind that.

“To put it one way… when it comes to the city officials, as a civilian you should try to listen to them however you can. Non-compliance is seen as… potentially treasonous. O-oh, but, that doesn’t mean that people just… disappear, right? I haven’t seen it happen myself, so maybe it’s fine!”

…Does… does Davey not get the implications of that? Why didn’t he tell you BEFORE you told him to send that message?

“Ah… ah, hahah…”
He starts laughing to himself, a worried look in his eye. “I hope that Nico’s not trying to act on official duty or anything… there’s an Undercity saying, that when we’re at home, our uniforms do not matter. I… hope that’s true.”

This could be a problem.

>>1068355
Tell him that the response he gets to his message about putting it off until later will decide how he should proceed. If his neighbor is a bit pushy about it then he'll have to cave, I guess.
Is that the only other person he can contact?

...something worth bringing up is that the reason his neighbor didn't get food is that his pneumatic pipe might be broken... is he sure that the food will be delivered, and not just get stuck and wasted?

>>1068355
"You'll just have to live with that. But I think you need to ask yourself about the context of where you've made the decision.

I'm starting to wonder if that cave in was... well, I wouldn't declare it was scheduled, as it would hamper productivity. But I suspect the officials calculated a risk-reward formula and decided that cutting corners in natural disaster mitigation was worth the profit. That letting nature occasionally take its course is part of the system."

1/3 Cross 2023/08/25(Fri)21:34 No. 1070903 ID: 78048b
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“The best thing to do is to wait for his response. Depending on what it is, then we can figure out how to proceed.”

Davey nods.
“You’re right, Rory. Besides… I’m still stuck here. I can’t do much besides wait.”

“But at least I have you for company!”


>Is he sure that the food wasn’t delivered and didn’t simply get stuck?
You ask Davey about the stability of the pneumatic tubing.

“Hmm… normally these tubes aren’t supposed to get stuck, and there are systems in place for detecting blockages to reroute packages when necessary. I guess it could happen, but if it did, he probably would have mentioned it?”

A part of you wonders if the cave-in had been orchestrated. Use explosives in the right place and a lot could happen. But Davey’s anxious enough already, so you keep it to yourself.

You also tell Davey that there’s probably other people Nico could ask if he’s really struggling.
“I suppose so… it would be rather awkward if everyone said no.”

2/3 Cross 2023/08/25(Fri)21:34 No. 1070904 ID: 78048b
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Davey steps back as a fresh new package drops into the collection area.

“Is that from Nico?”

“No… I…”
Davey looks worried, his whiskers twitching.

3/3 Cross 2023/08/25(Fri)21:35 No. 1070905 ID: 78048b
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“Packages are supposed to have proper authorization and certification! I never asked for something like this!”
From what it seems, the package is indistinct, wrapped in paper of some kind. An ambiguous bundle.

The package sits in the receptacle, an ominous aura around it. You don’t hear anything besides Davey’s breathing.
There’s no NEED to open it, is there?

If it has no authorized recipient, it's up for grabs.
Look it over a few times and open it.

Ask Davey to share his thoughts. I don't fully understand his concern.

If the fear is about the government knowing he received a package that violate the rules there is nothing to be done about any possible paper trail on the other side of the tube, but assuming there is no register of where this end up the safest option is to keep it in secret.

Since your neighbor is politically relevant it's possible your addresses were accidentally mixed. That would mean you were meant to be left to starve while he was a priority, and this mysterious package could be something intended for him outside official procedures.

Unless I'm misunderstanding something you got to find out what's inside to decide what you should do with it.

Examine the package. How heavy is it? Does it rattle? Is it making any noise? Does it smell like anything? Are there absolutely no identifying marks? How securely is it wrapped?
All sorts of physical evidence can give us clues as to its origin and purpose.

No, no need to open it.
Eat it with the wrapping.

But honestly, it's not a bomb, even corrupt politicians won't explode someone for not giving food on the first "no".

At worst, it's somethig that shows whoever sent it is not fooling around and wants food now, which means it's already our problem.

I can't see what it is from here. Is it something particularly alarming? They wouldn't be sending you a weapon, would they? Surely they're not sending you something that... would only be of use to someone who's not going to be rescued?

1/2 Cross 2023/09/25(Mon)19:36 No. 1073243 ID: 78048b
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First things first, you ask whether the package is in response to how you answered Nico or not.

“I… I don’t think it’s from Nico. He’s a city official, right? He wouldn’t risk doing anything like this. Unauthorized deliveries are taken VERY seriously by the Party. They insist on overseeing as many of the deliveries in the Undercity as they can, if I’m caught with this, depending on what’s inside, I could be severely punished! ”


You tell Davey that, at this rate he has to examine it. It’s even possible that yours and Nico’s addresses were mixed up, leading to this unexpected delivery.

“Well… okay. But I’m putting on some gloves first… if this is a prank in poor taste, I want to have some protection on.”
He scampers out of the room, returning freshly equipped.
“Okay… I’m going to do it.”

He leans over, reaching for the package.

2/2 Cross 2023/09/25(Mon)19:36 No. 1073244 ID: 78048b
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“It’s blank and unmarked…”

He gives the package a gentle shake.
“Doesn’t make any sound when I shake it.”

His whiskers twitch as he sniffs the bundle, before recoiling.
“Ick. It smells… chemical. Not the good kind.”

Finally, he unwraps the bundle, stumbling as he drops the contents onto the console.Whoever had packed it didn’t do a good job of arranging it neatly, it seems.
The opened package is full of foil holders of pills, row after row of them stacked atop one another. Little beads seem to be inside, but it’s hard to tell from your television’s screen.


“Oh… that can’t be good.”
You ask Davey if it looks like it’s medication or something more illicit.
“I think it’s the latter… if it was prescription, it would be in proper boxes and everything.”

Perhaps the only thing to do is for Davey to keep hold of it.

“But if the rescue team comes and searches through my house, they’ll end up finding it!

There’s a bit of a shuffling sound as Davey looks through the paper the pills were wrapped in.
“There is a note on it, but it seems to be in some kind of code… I don’t really understand it. It’s full of dots, I guess it would be morse code? But I wouldn’t know what it means...”

“What should I do? I seriously can’t keep this… I mean, I could report it, but what’ll happen to me? I’m not the type to go outside much… if someone decides to pin something on me, I’ll be ruined!”

Oh I should have specified not to open it, apparently.
>>1073244
Most likely, someone had the same thought that they couldn't be rescued with it in their home, and sent it to someone at random. Try not to touch anything with your bare hands. Hold the note up to the camera please, I want to get a better look at it.

Then... hmm, reporting it immediately seems like the wisest thing to do. The only other option is to hot potato it along, and I for one do not approve of making this someone else's problem.

Funny, I was just about to propose hot potatoeing it.

Now that I give it a second thought, I believe yes, let's hot potatoe it.
Do it to Nico, even, if you think he can figure you did it.

I see three options: flush it, hide it or cooperate with the police.
You can discard the pills slowly with a functional toilet, that way there will be no evidence of illegal contraband in your possession. This does not solve any possible record of the package destination, so the police or the drug dealers can still conclude you received it depending on factors outside your control.
Hiding it will be the ideal solution in case the drug dealers later demand their contraband back. If you fear organized crime more than the government this is the best you can do. I don't know why the rescue team would search your house extensively, but if that is a concern dig a hole and bury this box.
Cooperation with the police is only risky because of their level of corruption. I can't really judge this because I'm not familiar with the political circumstances, so I can only take your word that they would blame you to help the true culprit. If that wasn't a concern this would be the best option: not only you don't have to take risks maintaining a secret you wouldn't be a great target for revenge from the criminals because "you just did what you had to" and "don't know anything".

Are those plastic explosives? You could blast a way out of there!
Try it out. Make a controlled fire next to the cave-in.

Also, I just thought of something: Why not mail the dirt you're excavating until you've made an exit? Just mail it to the government for 'disposal'.

I think reporting it, preferably in a way that leaves a paper trail, remains Davey's best bet.

Dots? Are they bumpy dots or just written dots?

1/3 Cross 2023/10/29(Sun)16:54 No. 1075893 ID: 78048b
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Time to consider the options.

“Can you package it back up and send it to someone else?”

Davey peers down at the package, his mouth puckering into a sour expression.
“I mean, I could… but that’s just passing the problem onto someone else. And I can’t just send the package without authorization, if I try sending it through official systems, then I’ll be in trouble for sure.”

“What about flushing it down?”

“That could work, but I’m not sure that putting this into the sewage system is a good idea. What if the people who sent it here by accident want it back?”
That’s a good point. Holding onto it for now until a more ‘conspicuous’ way of reporting it would come into effect.

>Are those plastic explosives?
Either the TV’s resolution is that low, or your eyes are failing you. Those are clearly drugs.

Another question comes to mind, this time about the notes from before.
“Davey, are the dots bumpy dots or just written dots?”

He unfurls the note again, and you hear the crinkling of paper.
“Ah, written dots and dashes. It’s kind of long though…”

“Just hold it up to the screen and I’ll write it down.”

You retrieve a piece of paper and start to transcribe.

..- ..-. .... .--. ..-. .-.. .--- / -.-- - / .-.. .-- .--- -.. -... -- -. -..- .--. .--- .-- / -.... ---.. ----- ....- ----- .....

Whatever it is, it’s probably Morse Code, right? Something to think about for later. More pressing issues are at hand.

“Okay, what about reporting it? You do have the communication systems up, right?”

Davey nods.
“Yeah, I could go and contact an official with a report! That way, I’ll at least have an alibi, right?”

Seems like a plan then…
Until you once again hear a noise rattle the room.

2/3 Cross 2023/10/29(Sun)16:55 No. 1075894 ID: 78048b
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“Um.”

The telltale sound of another package dropping into the chute is more than apparent.

Davey bends over, retrieving what seems to be a tube-shaped capsule.
“It’s… just a note inside of the capsule.”

“We’ve got an eye on you. Do not report the package. If you do, consequences will follow.”
Davey’s hands shake as he lowers the sheet of paper.
The taste of bile lingers in the corner of your mouth.

“Ah… well, there… there goes that plan, ha ha ha…”

Great.
“Did they say anything else?”

His whiskers shake. Compared to the flooding from before, this problem seems like a new bag of caltrops.
“They told me to wait for further instruction, but that’s it…”

3/3 Cross 2023/10/29(Sun)16:55 No. 1075895 ID: 78048b
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A mouseman getting embroiled in an organised drug smuggling ring was one of the least likely possibilities of trouble brewing when you sat down this evening.
“Ah… what should I do, Rory? I’ve never been in this kind of situation before and it’s making me feel a little worried.”

It’s a tough spot to be in.
Can you even trust his government to do their job effectively? On the other hand, it may be even worse for Davey in the long run if he complies, as he’ll be implicated. The return note won’t be enough proof to protect him, especially since all these pneumatic tube deliveries are unmarked regardless.

Hm. The question is, who's it really from?
Davey: Write the following return message
"GET ME THE @#$% OUT OF HERE!"

>>1075893
Translating from morse...
UFHPFLJ YT LWJDBMNXPJW 680405

It's encrypted. ROT21.
PACKAGE TO GREYWHISKER 680405
Hrm, what to do with the numbers... well, ROT21 goes back 5 letters in the alphabet, maybe we do the same with each digit? That would be 135950.

What do we do with this information? He's being threatened and someone is watching him, but how is he being watched? It could be the same way you're watching him... Should probably keep the information private for now. If the criminals know he knows the secret message, they might try to eliminate him. They can't do anything to US though. For now, we should try gathering information on it ourselves. Find out who Greywhisker is.

Hmm, ask Daveth what his last name is. If it's NOT greywhisker, and the number doesn't match his address, then that proves the package was not meant for him. If he's found with it, he'll be fine.

Consequences worse than starving to death because you can't get out of your house due to earthquakes? I really don't think this is all that important right now, given the circumstances.

Has he considered uh... doing the drugs?

Send it back to wherever it was sent from.
If you find you can't send it back, hot potatoe it.

I'm feeling lucky, punk.

>>1076055
Problem is we don't know where it came from. Whoever is involved, they have the postmaster in their pockets so that they can deliver things without a marked address.

1/3 Cross 2023/12/05(Tue)15:54 No. 1078740 ID: 78048b
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“Can you send it back, Davey?”

He shakes his head. “I wouldn’t know how to send these packages back without direct approval myself, and I don’t have the other side’s address.”

>Whoever it was has the postmaster in their pocket so they can send packages without an address
That may not be the case; there may be ways to crack the delivery system. But whatever it is, it’s flawed, otherwise the package wouldn’t have arrived at Davey’s.

You look over at the transcription of the code that Davey received, turning it over in your head a couple of times. Soon enough, the cipher becomes apparent to you and you’re fairly sure that you’ve got the right code.

2/3 Cross 2023/12/05(Tue)15:55 No. 1078741 ID: 78048b
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>PACKAGE TO GREYWHISKER 135950
“Davey, I’ve got a question. Do you know who or what Greywhisker is? Is it your surname?”

He strokes his whiskers, deep in thought.
“W-well… that’s not my name, but it does sound familiar…”

He turns his attention back to the computer console, clattering away at the keys.
“Ah! Well, there’s a place called ‘Greywhisker’s’! It used to be a bar of sorts, I saw ads for them outside my window, before the cave-in happened… didn’t pay it much attention because I don’t really go drinking but… I am friends with the proprietor. I don’t think these guys would know that though.”

So it confirms that the package wasn’t intended for Daveth to begin with.
But if he’s friends with the owner… would sneaking a message in with the package be possible?

3/3 Cross 2023/12/05(Tue)15:55 No. 1078742 ID: 78048b
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Before you can contemplate whether or not to give Davey the information, another clatter, and a package falls through.
You can hear Davey audibly swallow, but finally, he grabs the package and unwraps it.

“What’s this one say, Davey?”
The crinkle of paper crackles through your speakers before he starts reading.
“We can help you out if you help us. It’s for the greater good.”

You find yourself frowning. You’ve found that people who say the words ‘greater good’ usually have a lot of skeletons in their closet.
“Greater good? Aren’t they smuggling drugs?”

Davey’s whiskers twitch, his little beady eyes squinting at the packaging of the package he’s got in his other hand.
“I… I suppose it wouldn’t be easy, getting funding if you’re trying to rebel against the Party. But I can’t tell if these are prescription or… something else.”

Finally, he ends the message off with a stilted set of numbers.
“Send to this address: 758392”.
That’s different to what the note’s numbers are, either possible translation for the numbers.

Wrapping up the note and stuffing it into his pocket, Davey peers at his camera setup - and you.
“Um… if I leave the package, apparently they’re going to route something through it? They’re unspecific about how I’ll be able to send it through…”

Now the question is whether complying is a good idea or not.

You're trapped in your apartment, alone, with no sign of help arriving. Except these guys. They seem sketchy as fuck, but they are literally the only people you have to rely on. In other words, comply.

...but yes, sneak a message in. Let him know you're in trouble and acting under duress, but at least, alive. Speaking of which, check on your plants. Water level is OK?

I'm not sure what the long therms consequences will be, but don't forget you have dire short therm problems to deal with. Do what you must.
After you get rescued, would leaving the city be an option? Honestly this is the only way I imagine you can untangle yourself from the pressures exerted by a tyrannical government and criminal rebels. Either escape to somewhere else like the surface or try your luck as one of the revolutionaries.

1/2 Cross 2024/01/14(Sun)06:31 No. 1080971 ID: 78048b
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“Davey, are you sure there’s no help arriving?”

He shakes his head.
“N-no, but I’ve never heard of people simply being abandoned, right?”

The alternative is any information about that being covered up.
“Have you ever considered leaving the city, Davey?”
He ponders the question for a moment, scratching his chin.

“Ah, but that’s… I guess you don’t know, since you’re from outside here… but the Undercity doesn’t really have any other alternatives. Certainly not for someone like me, no!”

Then, he looks directly into the camcorder.
‘Besides… I hope that my plants can help fix the food shortages in this city one day. If I run away from all of that, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself!”

There’s a faint courageous look in his eye. Conviction.
Rare, for a person such as yourself.

But speaking of the plants, you remind Davey to check on his plants’ water levels.

He scurries out of the room and you’re left with your own thoughts.
Things started simple this evening, what with you helping a little fellow on the other side of your TV, but now? It’s like the poor fellow has his life in your hands, considering he’s been quite receptive to your advice.

Finally, he returns. Seems there weren’t any issues while you were gone.

“Whatever choice you make Davey, should be yours.”

Considering he’s the one whose life is in danger, it should really be his decision in the end.

“I think…”
He mulls it over, his whiskers twitching.
“I can’t accept what they’re doing. Even if I help them out, there’s nothing saying that they can’t blackmail me with evidence of me helping them.”

He turns to look at the hastily-packaged ball of drugs.
“Are you going to report it, then?”

“Well… I don’t know… I’d rather not give them any reason to go after me. Maybe I’ll just get rid of the package altogether.”
Flushing it down the toilet is still an option, if he wasn’t too worried about it getting into the sewage.

2/2 Cross 2024/01/14(Sun)06:34 No. 1080973 ID: 78048b
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Another rattle-clunk, the telltale sign of a delivery.

“Oh! A followup….”
He unfurls the scroll, reading the contents aloud again.
“If you help us, we can guarantee that this will be the only job you'd need to do for us - upon completion, we will send word that you and your fellow residents are in dire straits.”

Davey frowns, putting the note back down.
“I… they’re really wanting me to do this. I guess we did take a lot of time to decide whether we wanted to help or not. Maybe the receiver reported back or something.”

“Are you going to trust them, Davey?”
It’s odd that they’re so persistent, too.

“What they’re saying isn’t the worst, but…”
But will they go back on their word?
Davey trails off, deep in thought.

The group smuggling this stuff around seem a little desperate. Is a small package of drugs really worth going through all of this hassle of negotiating with him?
Even though Davey’s mostly made his decision, you can’t help but wonder if there’s more you can advise him on. Especially since he seems conflicted about it.

Well, if you want to destroy the life saving medicine, turn your back on the only people who've offered to help you, and give up on any chance of rescue, just dissolve the pills in water, then feed it to your plants. The microbes in the soil should make short work of them in a year or two.

They're already sending you bad stuff. Imagine what they could send if you make them mad.

Just follow instructions, you have their notes as evidence at the least.

Davey: Agree to the request, but ask for more information about them, and a copy of their manifesto.
Rory: Do research on this resistance movement and whether or not they're preferable to the authoritarian government.

Davey, how is this connection set up? I think they might be signal jacking, considering how they seem to know what you're considering.
It might be possible that they're recording the signal as well...

I think in terms of blackmail, they don't need you to hold onto the evidence.
At this point, I don't think there's a choice.

1/2 Cross 2024/02/10(Sat)23:51 No. 1083126 ID: 32ff81
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Is there a possibility that the medicine that they’re shipping around is going to help save lives?
…Probably not. Even if there’s a regime running the Undercity, shipping medical supplies around like this, unlabelled, raises a lot more questions. There’s a chance - but considering the circumstances, its unlikely.

It’s also entirely possible that they’re listening in on your conversation somehow.

“Davey… I’m sorry to say, but maybe compliance is the right choice here. We don’t know the bigger picture, and I don’t want you to be making more enemies. At the end of the day, you’re still being pressed into this, so I doubt anyone would blame you for this choice.”
Hopefully.
You keep mum on some of your thoughts - best not to say some of this when it’s very likely that they’re listening in on you.

Davey bites his lip, his whiskers drooping a little.
“Ah… alright. I understand. I trust you, Rory.”

He leaves the camera on the desk as he goes to retrieve the package.

He waddles over to the tube’s receptacle, the wrapped package present with him.
Davey keys in the numbers, before placing the package in and closing the lid on top of the tube.

There’s a big sucking sound, and a ‘whoosh’!
Seems like the pneumatic piping is still working perfectly fine despite the recent issues with the landslides and earthquakes.

“What now?”

“I suppose we wait?”

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A few minutes pass without any kind of response.

Then, the telltale sound of a new tube.
Finally! You were wondering if that shady group had just up and abandoned Davey.
"Your help is greatly appreciated. We've alerted the most skilled individuals, and you might want to secure your belongings. We have obtained data indicating that there’s another earthquake projected to soon impact your district."

He pauses, lowering the piece of paper.
“Another earthquake?”, you ask.

“That’s… odd. I thought the first one was a fluke, but normally we’d get warnings before they hit. The tubing system doesn’t seem to be down, but…”

“No, other part. Secure your belongings? Are they bringing in a drill or something?”

Davey’s eyes bug out a little as a realization dawns on him.
“Ohhhhhh no. I thought… oh no. Another one. I… I have to fortify this place, otherwise the roof’s going to come down in my greenhouse! The first earthquake’s already done enough structural damage!”

“Breathe, Davey, what’s the matter?”

“If there’s a second earthquake but there’s still no notice… then that means someone’s intentionally withholding the data from the governing body. These warnings don’t get sent out lightly, after all!”

“So they’re keeping the data away from the government?”

“I don’t know! But maybe someone wants Nico dead, and maybe that’s why things have been so odd… why the response team’s taken so long. But we only have so much time left…”
Davey, stroking his ears in stress, mutters to himself aloud.

“If they’re wording it like that, then we only have around half an hour before things get shaking. Ahh, goodness, I’m glad I still have that spare fortification kit prepared, ohh but I’m going to have to dig it out and…”

That means there’s only so much time left to prepare before the place starts shaking up.
And what about Nico or his neighbours? Is he going to have enough time to warn them?
Besides his plants, what else should he prioritise to try and live through this?
Maybe planning things out first is in order.

Secure anything that holds food and water first. After that write a quick letter to Nico. If there's time, then protect anything sentimental.

Consider the possibility that one of the power players involved has created foundation-destabilizing technology.

That means making small earthquakes.

Two major shocks at once is too big a coincidence. Even with aftershocks, you'd think the government would have protocols for major chain earthquakes. No, someone, somewhere, is busy letting you all die.

Davey needs to find the best spot - the area in the house that gives the best chance of survival and escape - and then reinforce and resupply that specific area. Take the food and water to that location, then nail in some extra struts and find some way to stack heavy appliances near the ceiling.

Which neighbours are the nicest/ most sociable? Send a warning to those and tell them to pass it along to everyone else in the neighbourhood.

Send one to Nico too with a jar of food, cause why not.

After that, secure all the plants and food and water you can. We don't have time for non-vital things.

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It does seem a little odd that this other group is able to detect when an earthquake is about to hit Davey’s neighborhood. But it would be a bit of a stretch to assume that there’s technologies in the Undercity that let people create earthquakes of their own, wouldn’t it?
No matter. Davey’s life is at risk, and you have to keep him centered while he fixes things.

“What’s the safest room in your house right now, Davey?”

He gestures towards the screen.
“The tube room, actually! They’re pre-fortified specifically because its so important!”

Good, good. That’s that covered.
Onto the next.
“Secure the rest of your food and water supplies, Davey! And anything sentimental!”

The mouse jumps in response to your voice.
“O-On it!”
The little mouse scampers out of the room, rushing back with a couple of supplies.
“Not a lot left, but it should be enough for some time!”

Seems he also brought his photo with him.
Probably best not to poke at whether or not he has anything more.

“You’ve still got time, right? Put in some extra reinforcements for the tube room and your garden if you can.”

The mouse mutters to himself, dragging what seems to be a large box of building supplies out with him, taking out what looks like a car-jack.
“Good thing these are easy to use and carry… I wouldn’t have the strength to use the other stuff in the fortification kits.”

He tows the jack behind him, disappearing for a few minutes before returning.

“Garden’s been reinforced! It’s my most important project, so I made sure to take care of it first!”
Then, pushing up the jack toward the middle of the room, he cranks it until it reaches the ceiling.


“That’s everything! Now, I just hope I’m… ahh!”
Davey’s home begins to shake.
Violently.

“O-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o…..”
The little mouseman is jittered up and down by the sensations.
Hopefully the fortifications hold.

Though you don’t feel any of the shaking yourself, the violent jittering seen in the camera is more than enough to get the impression across. The lights flicker on and off - and the sound of something crashing in the back can be heard.

Soon, the shaking stops.

Is it me, or does the screen look a bit different now?
“You alright, Davey?”

The shaken mouse stands, giving a thumbs up.
“I’m a little rattled, but compared to the first quake, this isn’t too much more!”

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“What’s the situation like down there, Davey? I heard a crash from the camera.”

Davey scampers off-screen for a bit.
“There’s a big hole in the wall now, actually! Shouldn’t be too much of a problem, there’s little debris in the area, so whatever it’s from, it’s pretty reinforced!”

He angles the camera to face it. It’s much too dark to see inside.

“Why’s there a hole? I thought your houses wouldn’t have critical vulnerabilities like that.”

Davey turns his head toward the gloomy opening.
“It doesn’t seem to be a full hole? More like, there’s a gap… then a metal wall of some kind. I see a hatch of some kind? Must be a maintenance tunnel for the pneumatic tubes. I guess they built it like this because if they go down, then the system would fail?”

A maintenance tunnel? That does make sense, but…
“But then why wouldn’t they let civilians evacuate through the tunnels?”

Maybe this is how other mail ends up here. Were the other group using this tunnel to send Davey those messages?

“I don’t think anything even mentioned the existence of these tunnels… this is pretty new to me. I guess whatever these tunnels are, they aren’t good for lots of people to move through.”

Then the government must be keeping them secret on purpose.

“Do you think you could get the hatch open, Davey?”

“I’m not sure… I’m not very strong and that hatch seems quite rusted.”
If we need to, I’m sure there’s other ways of prying the damn thing open.
But should we even let Davey explore there? For all we know, it’s even riskier than before.

Can't dismiss any possible escape routes. At least have him try to open it and look around what's on the other side.

Hmm, my first thought was that some kind of drilling vehicle is causing the earthquakes and that's one of its hatches, but that would've been very audible. Maybe there's some kind of underground facility beyond the hatch that's responsible for the quakes?

Well, to open that hatch he's going to need leverage and/or rust remover. Some kind of long iron bar should work, or that wrench he used earlier.

No guts, no glory. Let's try to oil up that door with whatever we have at hand pry it open.

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He may as well try to open the thing up and take a look on the other side.
“There’s nothing against looking into these kind of things, right Davey? Especially when it’s your own home.”

He nods,his dusty fur dislodging some dirt in a visible cloud as he shakes himself clean.
“I’ve got some rust remover somewhere in my home, so I can take a look.”
Not bad, but with those arms and his constitution? Davey’s going to need a bit of extra help.

“Try some leverage. Get a pole, tie it to one of the spokes in the lever and then apply force. It’ll make it easier.”

Good thing he still had some of those fortification supplies left - soon, Davey comes scurrying back to the camera with a decent-sized pole and some scrap cloth which he uses to bind the lever to the handwheel.

“I got the supplies! Going to try opening the door now.”
Tying the pole to the wheel, Davey finagles it so that it’s well and firmly stuck between the spokes. He raises a little spray can of the rust remover onto the door’s frame and the core of the wheel, an audible hiss crackling through your speakers.

Finally, he grabs onto his makeshift lever, pushing with his whole body, pushing as his feet scrape against the ground.

Even through the camera, you can hear the groaning and strain, coming from both the door, and one ragged mouse.
Soon, with flakes of rust chipping off from the door, it slowly, gradually swings open, like the mouth of a monster.

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Even with the light coming from Davey’s room, you can barely see anything in the dark. Looks like the camera’s barely able to capture much video.


A part of you worries that by opening the door up, you’ll be inviting further trouble for Davey. But having an additional escape route investigated can’t hurt.
After all, there’s no guarantee that help is coming, even with all the promises being thrown around.

“Davey, while I wouldn’t tell you to abandon your life’s work, it is probably for the best to take a quick look through what’s on the other side now that you’ve opened the door. We’ll be able to make a better informed choice afterward.”


“Ah… yeah, I agree. But I’m going to see if there’s a light source I can get first… my eyes weren’t great to begin with, and it’s very dark in there.”
Once again, he runs off.

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It takes a while before he’s able to return. Maybe all that running around and weathering natural disasters has winded him.
He’s carrying a small bundle, which he spills out onto a table.

“Okay, here’s what I found.”

A beaten torch, and what seems to be a chain of tubes, linked together by thin fibers. Flares?

“Um, the torch isn’t as good as it may sound… It’s pretty dodgy. I don’t have more batteries for it, so I don’t know if I should rely on it.”

“Can’t you take both of them?”, you ask.

Davey peers back towards the door, wrinkling his nose.
“Well… if I wanted to leave through the tunnels and see if I could get external help, I probably should conserve my light if I can.”

Was there any other additions Davey could make to his arsenal of lighting options?


Suddenly, Davey picks up the camera, carrying it with him as he picks up the torch, clicking it on.
A beam of light cuts through the gloom, illuminating a murky, metal-lined wall on the other side.

“I could barely make it out from before, but the tunnel goes in two directions as well. I’m not sure which direction to look in, either.”

“Can you hear anything from it, Davey?”
He turns his head, ears twitching as he tries
“On the left… I can hear something that sounds like clanking. Maybe it’s machines? ”

Machines could imply civilization - assistance. Or something that people like Davey shouldn’t be involved in.

“And on the right… I can hear something like flowing water?”

Curious. Is the city that close to groundwater?
“Do you think you’d be able to make a trip back to your home after investigating one of these directions?”

Davey clicks the flashlight back off.
“Well… I could, but I’d exhaust the remainder of the flares or battery, regardless of which one I used first. And… if that’s the case, I’d end up right back here, waiting…”

So, two options then. Davey will have to work with what lighting he currently has, unless there were options he had overlooked.
And the question is which direction you should recommend he explore in.

stick with the flashlight, only use the flares if you know you'll be in the dark for a long time.
Investigate the water sound, might be leaking in from somewhere you can escape to.

Nothing for it. You'll just have to look for maintenance crews and their supplies while you're down there.

Uuhhh.. maybe some of the lights from the greenhouse survived the flooding? See if you can salvage that.

The water noises are probably a flooded area. I'd say the sound of machinery will be either more promising or more exciting.

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“Head towards the mechanical noises, Davey. It’s safer than trying to go around flowing water in the dark. ”

Exploring in the dark towards the sound of flowing water? Dangerous. You don’t know what’s over there, and if Davey were to fall in, drop the camera…
Well, let’s not think about that too much.

Davey takes the flashlight with him, bundling up the flares into a little bundle tied to his clothes. Hopefully, he wouldn’t exhaust his light too quickly.

“I also took the pole from before with me… I can use it like a crowbar if necessary.”
And hopefully not for self-defense purposes.


The occasional rumble of machinery can be heard off in the distance - not loud enough to peak the camera’s microphone, but still audible regardless.
After a brief distance, Davey speaks up again, the camera’s feed showing a clear divide in the tunnels.

“The path splits into three here, Rory. And there’s a door going into a room on the right!”

“What’s in the room?”
Davey ducks into it quickly. Shelves, cabinets and control panels. It seems organized, but covered in dust. What prompted all the people to leave all these supplies here?

“Seems kinda like… a control room? There’s a lot of panels and buttons with latches, too many to count. There may be supplies lying around, but I would have to take the time to look through all of them. Using a flare here would make sense, if we wanted to.”

Not a bad thought - even if Davey isn’t able to find a way out, or if it’s too unfeasibly long to explore, there may be something of use hidden inside.


“Let’s keep going for now, Davey, check out the left tunnel first.”

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Metal. Piping. These tunnels clearly were used in the past, but the wear and tear makes it apparent that it’s been a long while since people have maintained it. Though, you don’t see much of the pneumatic piping that was used in Davey’s home - are those maintained elsewhere?

Davey comes to a stop, a safe distance away from a black void: A collapsed section of the tunnels.
“Oh. Um. That’s… a big hole. It just keeps going.”
Davey angles the camera down toward it, and he’s right. Even with the flashlight shining down it, you can’t see the bottom.

“A-ah… I guess the earthquakes from before messed up these maintenance tunnels as well.”
You’re not so sure about that assessment - it seems a little odd that the metal floor has caved in like this.
“It looks like something used to be above the hole - like a checkpoint or something but then the floor under it broke and it fell through?”
He tosses a stone into it - and you can’t hear anything.
“I… heard a splash at the end. Can’t tell more than that.”
Guess the camera can’t pick up everything about it.

Davey seems to be craning his head forward, as the camera’s view shifts slightly.
“I can still hear machines in the distance - it’s pretty loud, but I think the tunnels are making it echo.”

He pauses, and the rumble of machines fades, before re-emerging.
“Seems to be turning on and off…”

Davey steps back from the precarious hole.
“I think the people on the other side may be a rescue team! I don’t think criminals could have such a large operation going on… but given that we haven’t gotten any notice as to estimated times, maybe they’re having trouble finding a way in?”

Well, that’s a strong reason for trying to find a way over at least.
“Head back and check out another path, Davey. If we can get the Rescue Team to your home… then things will get a lot safer.”
He nods, turning back toward the intersection.

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“I’ll try the middle branch this time.”

Davey continues forward for a short amount of time, heading up the inclined path.

Then, he’s stopped short in front of a thick slab of metal.
“Oh… another rusted door. These tunnels musn’t have been used in quite some time.”
Like the walls of this place, it seems quite weathered.
“I don’t know if we can use the same strategy on this door or not… it seems different to the last one and the sides of it have been sealed fairly tightly by its mechanism.”

Davey leans in closer, the camera going askew briefly.
“There’s an indent for a key in here….”

He looks around nearby, but naturally, things aren’t that convenient. No keys to be found.
However…

“Oh, um. There’s something in the wall nearby too. It looks like one of those little dumbwaiter things, but it’s kinda small. I’d have to crouch to get in it. There’s a button on the side and a green light beside it.”

True enough, there’s a faint glow coming from the wall - you can’t tell the colour, but you’ll take Davey’s word for it.

“Well, there’s still the last branch for me to check out. I’ll head back.”

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Pitter patter, pitter patter. In the gloom, all you can hear is Davey’s footsteps inside the tunnels.
After hours of spending time with Davey in front of the camera, it feels surreal seeing things from his perspective. It’s not long before Davey skids to a stop, jumping back a bit.

“Yeep!”
Davey gasps, the sound of crackling electricity audible through the camera’s microphone.
Still water - and the glowing edges of rotten electrical wire.
Even you can see the arcing of electricity above the water, where some of the wiring isn’t fully submerged.

“The floor’s electrified… I’m lucky that the ground near me’s insulated, but there’s been a leak… I can see water dripping from the ceiling near the panel.”

“What’s the panel look like?”
He turns the camera over toward it. It looks rough.
“It’s corroded… even if it still worked, I don’t think I can touch it without some kind of insulation. And there’s enough water that it would go up to my ankles, which is still enough to zap me.”

Davey stops for a moment, the camera on his shoulder swaying a little.

“Uh, maybe I could turn it off somehow? We did see that control room, but I wouldn’t know how to operate it… I could try looking for an instruction manual, but that’ll take time, and I can’t read if I’m in the dark. “

It does seem odd that these tunnels are so dark, despite being man-made. Perhaps the emergency lights are off?

“I’m going to head back to the intersection for now. But we’ve checked all the pathways.”

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Davey returns to the intersection, breathing out a sigh as he slumps against the wall.

“Phew… at least we’re making progress. This place is a little concerning, but I can still hear the machines in the distance. I guess they won’t be leaving for some time yet. This is really getting my heart pumping!”

The camera shifts, placed low to the ground as Davey faces you again, his whiskers glinting in the cone of light his torch provides.
“We’re so close… if we can get through to the other side in one of these places, I think we could get saved!”

He leans forward, fingers tracing lines through the dirt.
Soon, a crude map forms, scribbling quick symbols about what each of the rooms are, and the obstacles blocking specific areas.

“When you’re here too, Rory? I think we can figure out a way through this.”
He trusts you. Best not let him down.
“We’ve got time to think, I can just leave the flashlight off while we’re deciding a plan.”
The implicit thing is that he’d be sitting completely in the dark while you think of a plan.

“If it’s too risky or you’re running low on supplies, it’s still better to head back”.
Davey assents to the suggestion.

Whatever the plan is though, it will take time.
Neither of you know when the flashlight’s going to burn out, especially since he’s made use of it to scope out the tunnels a bit.


A few straightforward options present themselves:
Attempt to figure out what the control panels do.
Search the room for supplies or documentation.
Investigate the dumb-waiter, potentially sending Davey down to investigate.
Bring supplies back from Davey’s home to try and bridge the gap in the caved-in-floor area.
Finding insulation to deal with the electrified area.

More options may present themselves as Davey works through them. But he only has so much light left on him. What seems to be the most promising options?

Bridging that gap is the most straightforward plan, and safer than messing with electricity.

It would be worth spending a flare to fully investigate the supplies in the small room. We want long planks, ropes, and maybe a hammer and nails. If you can't find any of those then some insulation to try and deal with the electricity. You might be able to just push the wires out of the water with a long pole, although padding his feet might be enough if we're desperate.

Yeah, light a flare in this room.

If you can find a second pole, preferably a hooked one, you could possibly pull the electric wire out of the water.

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The most pertinent plan is to investigate what’s in the small room first. Messing with electricity in a low-light environment sounds like a bad idea.

“Davey, I think it’s time to use one of the flares. Search the control room.”
He leans away from the flare as it bursts to life, temporarily rendering the screen white. Moments later, it calms, fizzing with blazing intensity as Davey sheepishly places it onto a table nearby.

“Agh… it’s so red in here… my eyes kinda hurt…”

Of course, since your television can’t pick up any colours from Davey’s camera, it’s still black and white.
Uncovered by the flare’s light, more of the room takes shape - control panels, dust and debris, untouched for who knows how long.
Across the room, rows of lockers loom, casting shadows against the walls.

“O-ok, time to get going! These flares won’t last forever!”

Davey begins to search the room, leaving the camera on a table as you catch him scurrying around in the back.
An issue occurs to you as Davey searches the control room for supplies. Even if he was able to find supplies to bridge across the gap from before, how would he build it, and how would he carry it over? He’s far from the most physically proficient mouseman around, from his escapades earlier in the day. Bridging across the gap alone may prove difficult.


“Hey, Rory!”, he calls out, an excited quaver in his voice. “I think I found something interesting!”

He holds it up to the camera. A key?

“Wait, Davey, do you think that’s the key for the big door?”

He shakes his head, his whiskers glinting under the flare’s light.

“Umm, no, I don’t think so… it’s really small! Almost like it’s a key to a lockbox instead. Maybe it’s for the lockers in the back?
I’m going to keep looking. The cabinets are all locked, so I’m going to focus on combing through the room for now.”

He vanishes off-screen, leaving you alone with the crackling sounds left behind by the camera.

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Soon, Davey returns with the dimming flare, its once-bright flare now dwindled down to a fainter glow.

Davey arranges his findings in a haphazard pile, mulling it over as the flare light begins to dim further. Outside of old rotten paper that’s not even good for kindling, it’s a bit of a meager pile.

- A metal pole
- What appears to be three pieces of rusted metal sheeting about as tall as Davey
- A box of nails (no hammer)
- A hand-cranked drill
- A saw
- The key (not for the big door or lockers, for something smaller)

“Seems like there used to be some construction work down here, Rory. But it’s a little strange - I couldn’t really figure out what these control panels do, and I’ve cleared out the shelves.

Overall, it proves disappointing, but Davey had only searched through the closest area around him. The lockers remain unopened, though it would take some effort to pry open.

The flare dims around Davey as he sits, thinking.

Looks like there’s a few options from what to do from here:

- Continue searching the control room, expending another flare in the process.
- Head down the dumbwaiter to look for more possible routes forward.
- Think of a plan for bridging the gap despite Davey’s physical limitations, using the materials he’s discovered and what could be lying around in his house. (You will be given a chance to decide if he should go ahead with the plan or not after deliberation.)

Let's try this dumbwaiter.

None of this looks like enough to deal with the gap, so dumbwaiter.

Although, it was hard to gauge the width of the pit from our view. Does the table look like it would be long enough to bridge? Also, are the shelves attached to the wall, or is it a freestanding unit?

It's going to have to be the dumbwaiter.

Unless you want to use the metal pole as an impromptu hammer to nail the sheets together and bridge the gap. Unlikely to succeed, but it's an option.

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Considering the options, going down the dumbwaiter has to be the best one.
You tell Davey what the plan is, and he gathers up his tools as the flare continues to dim further.

“Okay! The dumbwaiter isn’t really big, but I can take some of the smaller things with me.”

“Why not take the pole? Could be more things you need to pry down there.”

You think for a moment.
“Oh, and Davey, take the key with you - what if it can unlock something down there?”

“Ahh… good thinking.”

The camera tilts as he shoves the key into his pocket.

He navigates back over to the dumbwaiter next to the locked door, and a thought occurs to you.
“Wait, there’s water here. Maybe it’s best to test it out first in case the end location’s submerged.”
Davey is quick to oblige, pushing buttons on the elevator’s interface.

The little dumbwaiter door closes, mechanical rumbling filling your room as it goes down. A while later, the noises cease, and a light changes on the panel.
Davey pushes it, and the dumbwaiter climbs back up.
When it finally arrives and opens, it’s left in the same condition as before.


“I guess that’s safe enough… Well… down I go!”
Davey climbs into the small compartment - the key and the pole brought along for the ride.

He clicks the flashlight off, and your screen is bathed in darkness.

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Davey keeps quiet for a moment, surrounded by the whirring mechanical noises.
It’s probably pertinent to check on his wellbeing.
“How are you doing so far, Davey? Not feeling too tired?”

You assume he nods, as there’s a faint scuffling noise. He realizes you can’t see him do it, and instead confirms that he is.
“Are you sure you’re fine in the dark?”

“Yes, with you around! Besides, I think I’m getting the hang of this! Though it’s nice to be able to sit down for a bit.”

Finally, the camera jolts, the dumbwaiter coming to a stop.
“Oh! I’ll take a look outside’.

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Davey clicks the flashlight back on, and a sprawl of corridors casts shadows in all directions.
Compared to the floor above, this is in far worse shape - though some parts of it almost resemble a factory of sorts.

As Davey’s flashlight sweeps across the walls, you catch glimpses of rusted pipes and puddled floors, but thankfully, no sign of excess leakage or water flow that could threaten Davey.

There’s even a collapsed staircase that seems relatively fresh - maybe it was caused by the earthquake from before?

Some doors are embedded in the water-damaged walls, though no signs of leakage is visible under any of them.
Davey sets the camera down near the dumbwaiter while he goes to try the door handles.


“Nnngrh… I think I can move these doors a bit! But I think I’m going to have to use some leverage on these. They’re all rusted shut!”

He raps on the doors with a knuckle, which you hear echo back into the camera.
“More importantly, these doors have little plates on them, but it’s all corroded…”


“Can you make anything out?”


“Well…”

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“One says A...I… N…. E…”.

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He scurries around to another plate, shining the flashlight on it.

“Another says ‘I…R…L…L”,

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Once again, he moves to the last door in sight.

“And the last one that’s in this place says ‘O, N, O.”


“The other parts of it have all been rusted away.”


“What should we do? We could also explore deeper, but I don’t know how long the flashlight is going to hold out.”



Exploring these specific rooms sound promising, but Davey will have to put more time into opening them up due to the rust.
He’ll probably be able to find his way back home fine if he runs out if we stick to this area, but it may be prudent to focus on which of these options seem the most promising.


There are three flares left. Davey will likely have enough time to investigate the inside of the rooms after using one of the flares and opening the doors.

>_ON__O_
Sounds like CONTROL. This might be a control room... or it could be the control group of an experiment. Should be safe to explore.

First two could be DRAINAGE and STAIRWELL. The latter sounds promising.

assuming that says Control, that room would be the most likely to have something useful.

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“Davey, check out the O N O room, it’s likely that that’s a Control Room.”

He assents, cracking another flare to replace the previous one's dimming light. Taking a crowbar to the door, thankfully, proves effective.
With some effort, the rusty doors crack open, and Davey pushes forwards into the gloom.
Even before the glaring light from the flares illuminate the room, you can spy the flickers of glowing buttons on each of the panels.


True to its name, the Control Center is surprisingly large, Davey’s flare and camera unable to see all the way to the other center of the room. While it’s as humid as the rest of the maintenance tunnels, with puddles of rusty water accumulated on the corners of the room you can see, it’s also not as badly damaged as some other parts of the complex.

Davey sets down the camera on top of one of the panels, looking over the largest one. There seems to be displays of the different maintenance tunnels, though some of the panels have cracked from years of disrepair.

He pushes a button on the largest panel experimentally, but there’s no response.
“Uh, hm. I’m not sure how I’m going to operate this.”


“Try the little key?”
Davey nods. He looks around the panel for a moment before shoving the key into a small slot near the top-right. With a twist, the panel flickers to life, some screens beyond the panel come to life.
While some of the panels display flood warnings, some screens don’t light up at all.


He tries to push a button again, but a red warning flashes on screen instead.
“Huh. Flooding lockdown in effect. Input override codes in order to redirect flooding.”

“I can see three separate keypads, but what are the codes going to be?”

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No choice but to look around. But it’s probably best to start with the obvious.


“What’s in that box over there?”
Davey cracks the rusted toolcase open, but outside of a ruined handbook, there’s only a little… card inside?
He picks it up, and it turns out to be a laminated, wrinkled note.

“Oh, seems to be a maintenance note of some kind… it’s readable at least.”

Davey begins to read.
“Klaus… if you forget the code again like the… oh, whoever wrote this is pretty colourful with his language… ahem.
“If you forget the code again, dot dot dot, I wrote out some coded reminders based on the training manual examples. Won’t stop someone determined, but it’ll buy enough time for the guards to come around. And if you still can’t work out the damn thing, then I hope you’ve got enough, dot dot dot… just go and put in all the numbers one after another, even if it takes your whole shift.”

He reaches into the box again, and three separate cards glimmer in the light.
“Okay… um, it seems there’s three different panels here, with their own number code override. And the previous engineer left three cards with what the codes would be on them.”

The first sheet is helpfully labelled 1.

"Decode the sequence:
2, 6, 12, 20, 30, ?
What’s the next number?”

Then the next.

"I am a two-digit number.
I am twice the sum of my digits.
What number am I?"


And the last.
"Sequence: 8, 16, 21, 12, 15, ?
What’s next? Hint: Positions matter."


He lowers the question cards and turns his attention back to the control panel and the number pad. The flare still burns bright for now.


“That’s all three of them. The three answers all seem to be two-digit codes.
I’m sure I could figure it out with enough time, but I’d need time to think, and this place is far from comfortable.”

“And if all else fails… I guess I could sit here and put in the numbers one after another until I eventually figure all of them out?”

Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.


If we’re unable to solve the codes successfully, each one unable to be solved will drain Davey’s time.
He’s smart enough to figure it out eventually - but it would be in his best interests to solve them all as soon as possible.

(Only one person actually needs to get a question right for it to count, so feel free to attempt all three.)

The first one is 42,the second is 18, and I think the third might be 23, but I am less sure on that one.

>>1110147
42, 18... 13?
I think "position" refers to the position of each digit on the keypad. There's... sortof a pattern if you look at it like that, but only if the sequence is presented in pairs. 08->16, 21->12, 15->13. The second digit tries to move down and right, whereas the first digit always becomes 1.

Hm, so in the last one, it was 8, then 8 plus the sum of its digits, then 16 plus a number vertically adjacent in the keypad to the previous number that got added, which was 8.

Then the digits of the resulting 21 got flipped around into 12, then it was 12 plus the sum of its digits, so now would be 15 plus a number in the keypad vertically adjacent to the previous number that got added, which was 3.

15 + 6 = 21

..Or maybe type 15, because first it was +8, then +(8-3), so now it might be +3, then +(3-3)?

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After some deliberation, a couple solutions come to mind.
“Try 42 for the first code.”
Davey punches the number in. It works.
“Then… 18 for the second one.”
Another light turns on on the dashboard.
“Go for 23 on the next one.”
An error flashes on the screen.

“Ah… that one didn’t work.”

“13?“
Once again, an error.
“21 or 15?”
Davey tries again, waiting each time for the password lockout.
“None of those codes worked, Rory.”


You try to rack your brain for more numbers, but they all come off as pure guesses.
“Do you have any ideas then?”, you ask.


“Give me a minute to think…”
Davey sits himself down, the flare a safe distance away. Its light dims and dims, until you can only really make out the impression of his shadowed face.
Through the camera, you can hear Davey muttering ideas to himself, though its difficult to tell what. You keep quiet to avoid distracting him.

Then, all of a sudden, he cracks another flare, wincing and facing away from the light.
One Flare’s left, after he had used the first one to get into the Control Center.
“Oh! Alright, I think I’ve got it.
The hint mentioned positions, but I think we’re overthinking it. It’s not about the keypad, it’s about the numbers in the sequence!”

He punches two numbers in. ‘36’.
“8 times 1 is 8, then you add both the digits. This adds up to 9, so 9 in position two is 18. You continue along, until the sixth position. 1 and 5 add up to 6, so 6 times 6 is 36.”

Finally, the last panel on the console lights up. It seems Davey’s answer was correct.

“Alright, let’s see here…”

“Redirect floodwater to…”

His fingers move across the panel with some hesitation, squinting at the labels underneath some of them.
You ask Davey if this is going to be safe.
“Well, from what I can tell, this feeds into the same system as the Undercity’s plumbing, so we wouldn’t have to worry about us causing another disaster. I’m going to go ahead with this.”

He pushes a switch - and a roar erupts around him, ancient infrastructure creaking. You can hear the sound of water rushing away for a few seconds and then… nothing but the quiet crackling of the flare.

“Ah… I guess that’s done with. I’m going to head back up and see if the flooded corridor from earlier’s ready!”

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Up the little elevator, through the dark. Though this time, Davey’s brought the flare with him, held at arm’s length.

Soon enough, Davey returns to the flooded corridor -though much drier than before.
He sets the camera down on a nearby trolley, and you can see him squint at the wires still hanging from the ceiling.

“The wires are still active… I should really be careful around here, even if it’s less deadly.”

“But I think I should be safe crossing over. Seems the floors aren’t fully metal or conductive.”
And to prove that’s the case, Davey retrieves the pole from his supplies.
“The pole I’ve been using as a crowbar… well, it’s not REALLY metal, it’s hardwood. But there was also the metal pole we found earlier.”

He pokes the ground ahead of him like a walking cane, and there’s no telltale sound of buzzing or sparks.

“Either way, I think I can make it across.”

Davey retrieves the camera once more and scoots across the drained corridor, giving the wires a wide berth.
Soon, the tunnel comes to an end, and Davey emerges into what seems to be a brighter area.

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But around the corner, what greets you both is a lot less pleasant.

Rather than the manmade structures you’ve been watching through your TV, the tunnel had led into a larger natural cave formation. A light behind Davey casts a shadow ahead, clearly indicating the entrance to the tunnels he had just emerged from.

A rushing river seems to be flowing through the small cave, cutting off one side from another.
“O-oh… guess it makes sense that flood pipes wouldn’t work if they’re not IN the tunnels…”

His ears twitch. It’s hard to hear anything besides the fast-flowing water.
“Can you hear that, Rory?”
You cannot.
“I can hear people talking in the distance, on the other side! It could be the rescue team!”

“That being said… I’m not sure I can get across a gap like this, even if I tried to jump over… I’m not an athlete!”

Time to look around for other options then.
What stands out first is the gap between the two sides of the cave - a metal outcropping that clearly looks like the beginning of a walkway. Above the gap, what seems to be a sort of maintenance structure dangles, held aloft by rusted bars.
A small ‘island’ is to Davey’s left, connected by a small flimsy-looking bridge. A small control panel can be seen atop the outcropping.

Hesitantly, Davey scoots across and investigates the panel. Despite his efforts however, it remains locked. The camera points back towards the gap where there should have been a bridge - and you notice something tucked beneath the walkway - an extending bridge, perhaps?

You ask if Davey could get the control panel’s lid off.
He scurries over, his fingers reach up to the cover and trace around its rusted edge.
“Hrmmm…. The angle makes it kind of awkward for the pole crowbar. I don’t have a lot of room to maneuver."

The camera dips towards the rapids coursing through the cave.
“And if I slipped, I don’t think that’ll be pleasant…”

He taps on the control panel again.
“I could use a flare to heat up the metal?

A valid, if risky option. That would be Davey’s last flare, and he’d only have the flashlight afterwards.
But there’s also the maintenance structure above. If there was a way to knock it down… it would be possible to cross even without the bridge.


So the options are…
- Finding a way to bridge across the gap yourself.
- Opening up the control box and seeing if you can extend the bridge over.
- Somehow knocking down the ceiling scaffolding as a makeshift bridge.
- Another option, or improvements to the existing options that haven’t been considered yet.

knocking the scaffolding down seems like the safest bet. I'd be worried about the flare melting the circuits if you tried opening the panel with it.

Throw some rocks up to see if it seems solidly attached.

>9 in position two is 18.

...The second number in the sequence you showed was 16.

INHAAAALE

Boy.

Little boy.

Little sweet Davey boy.

Please approach the panel and use your teeth to open the lock and access the controls. It is common knowledge that maxillars like yours can make openings through metal grates and pipes in situations that require such. You inatentive rat bastard.

>>1111554
I don't think there's a physical lock.

>>1111395
You gathered some stuff before. Could you use the nails to fashion a bridge out of the pieces of metal sheeting? No hammer, but I imagine you could use any sturdy object to hammer the nails.
Alternatively you could use the nails to pry open the control panel.

By "pry open with a nail" I mean more like as a hammer and chisel to wedge open the crack.

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“Do you think you’d be able to chew through the lock and access the controls that way?”

You can see him raise his paw up to play with his whiskers.
“Umm… they teach us as kids not to chew on wires. Since there’s the chance of electrocution. There’s also a lot of water around…”

“Throw some rocks up towards the scaffolding to see if you can knock it down.”
Standing a safe distance away, Davey places the camera somewhere safe as he tosses a stone towards the suspended scaffold.

He misses. By a long shot.

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Plan B, then.

“Try using a nail and something heavy to chisel the edges of the control box open. There doesn’t seem to be a lock on it anyway.”

“Oh! Great idea!”

Once again, Davey adjusts the position of the camera. He retrieves a nail, pressing it up against the side of the control panel. With his other hand, he slams a rock into the nail, then moves around the box, giving the nail a few strikes where the rust seems deepest.

Finally, the door of the control panel swings open.
“Let’s take a look inside.”

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Davey pushes a switch, but nothing ends up happening.
“Hrmm…. Power seems out.”

He briefly looks around, turning his attention to the inner side of the control panel’s cover.
“There’s instructions inside.”

“In the event of a power outage, please reset the wire connections inside. Slide off the cover, and push the ‘reset power’ button. Then, ensure that the connector pins have matching colours.”

Davey pokes and prods at the cover, sliding it up and revealing a strange contraption inside. The Undercity’s mechanical engineering looks quite different to anything you’ve seen.

“Oh, well this shouldn’t be too hard. Coloured switches and wires. They make boardgames inspired by this design, I’ve seen it a lot during my school days.”

He points the camera towards the tangle, and…
They’re all grey.
“Davey, I’m not getting any colours from this. My TV’s black and white only.”

“Oh. Umm. That’s a problem, isn’t it?”
He angles the camera around. Nope. Still grey.
“Can you tell from the different kinds of saturation? Probably not… the colours seem a bit faded now.”

“Are you going to have issues solving the puzzle?”

Davey thinks to himself for a moment.
“I don’t think so… but I wouldn’t mind you talking to me while I do it.”

The camera shakes a bit as he seems to crane his head back towards where he came from.
“At least this place has a light source, so I’m not under that much pressure. But being surrounded by this much water is worrying.”

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He begins sliding the gizmos inside the box, a determined look in his eyes.
“Gosh. Today’s been… just one surprise after another, hasn’t it?”

Under the roar of the currents, you hear mechanical clatters, pieces sliding into place.

“I was able to talk to someone from a completely different place to me. Someone who just… listened. Helped me with advice. And now I’m exploring tunnels, solving problems… I don’t think I’m used to this kind of adventure. But I’m glad it’s the kind that lets me take breaks and catch my breath, too.”
A thunk, as something slides into place.
“Um, Rory, I’m… really grateful to have had someone like you on my side during this. I’m not cut out for adventures, but you helped save my plants. And that really matters to me.”

“Though… I’m not sure we’ll be able to talk again once everything’s over. Signals come and go in the Undercity. And I’m not sure communicating regularly with surface-dwellers is an option for most of us down here.”

He turns to face the camera.
“I do hope we get to talk again one day though, Rory. I’d… like to get to know more about you. Rather than just making everything about myself. I’m a bit selfish like that… it happens when you’ve been by yourself for so long.”

What should you say to him? You’ve been with him this long on the adventure already. Maybe something comes to mind?

>>1116434
Tell him your contact information. If he's ever on the surface, he can look you up.

Offer living in the surface. Talk about the sun and the meadows and how the Mouse Mafia is at a manageable level of influence.

Well Davey, you're an amazing mouse, so at the very least I'm certain I'll see you in the news about a new type of plant that can grow underground.
Surely by then even if the signal's bad we'd be able to send letters, you'd be an important man by then.