text: > describe your surroundings
  The gigantic machine fills the room with its silence. Engineer, in a cloud of focused and contented green, touches with the machine.
  The interstitial room is to the northeast.
  
  Engineer bubbles into a self-focused gleeful green as the machine resumes its apathetic, mindless life. The entirety of the vessel moves again... away. You warble in despair. You just need enough
  time so that you can figure out how you can communicate to them. You just need a break. You just need it to stop.
  
  > stop
  (Engineer)
  Ending a melody is the most terrible thing you could do. Are you sure you want to attempt this?
  
  > No
  You decide to focus on restoring your own song through more harmonious methods.
  
  > stop the machine
  The Blind One would surely notice you tampering with the machine in front of her. You need a way to permanently destroy the engine. The cold pipes need be stoppered.
  
  > examine the pipes
  An unnatural, cold fistula, shivering protective violet with the liquid it pumps. Glialed to the pipes is a curious device.
  
  > examine the device
  It beeps electric contentment out of small slits, and allows cooled water to flow through it.
  
  > look at the slits
  Small slits that lead to the internal electric workings of the pipe device.
  
  > enter the slits
  The Blind One would surely notice you tampering with the machine in front of her. You need a  way to permanently destroy the engine. The cold pipes need be stoppered.
  
  > Sing
  You fold. The music is faint and the song warms you, but you know you cannot truly Sing without being in your Cellarium at the proper place.
  
  > look at Engineer
  A Blind One, a human. Probably a female.
  
  Her bright green aura bubbles gleefully.
  
  > Color Engineer blue
  You reach out, caressing Engineer's delicate aura, willing it to become blue. Her aura absorbs this new state willingly, as though they were her own emotions.
  
  You spark a brief string of memories in Engineer, but she soon settles back into contented green. Your influence isn't very strong over her. There may be more value in things elsewhere.
  
  > Color engineer yellow
  You reach out, caressing Engineer's delicate aura, willing it to become yellow. Her aura absorbs this new state willingly, as though they were her own emotions.
  
  You spark a brief curious examination of the room, but Engineer quickly returns to contented green. Your influence isn't very strong over her. There may be more value in things elsewhere.
  
  > Go northeast
  You emerge from your hiding spot.
  
  A long metallic hallway that spans the length of the vessel. The Blind Ones left open a passageway to the southeast, you notice.
  The drifting auras of humans call from the to the northwest and to the northeast. The collection room is to the east, and one small unexplored room is to the west. The pounding room is to the southwest, and the open newly opened room is to the southeast. A set of stairs leads up to the rest of the ship.
  
  > go to the southeast
  The protector, the ameliorator, this is what keeps the dead beast calm. A simple set of connecting pipes steals heat from the engine, stores it in a tank of dead and artificial water, which is itself then soothed by a living water vat of pumped water, cooled with its own hose system.
  
  The interstitial room is to the northwest.
  
  > examine the pipes
  Metallic, hollowed bones, pumping hot and cold in a dead, apathetic constant rhythm.
  
  > look at the vat
  In a horrifically efficient system, water humming with life is sucked up via hoses into the heating chamber, burned clean of life, and then spit out back into the ocean. The soothing cold and songs of the ocean are consumed mindlessly.
  
  The vessel's tempo increases steadily.
  
  > examine the living water
  The water pulses within the pipes, tubes and cavities.
  
  > sing to the water
  You emotionally, mentally sing to the object (the water) but
  it does nothing, only continues to repeat its given song and narrative.
  
  > enter the tank
  The heated tank is part of a closed, piped system that you can't enter. The hoses that feed the vat, however, do seem fairly weak.
  
  > enter the hoses
  You can't enter them while they're whole, so you decide to fix that. In the system of hoses, the exhaust hose radiates furious heat, and so you focus your attention on the intake hose: colder, and safer. You surround the intake hose, and feel it crackle from inside you. As the plastic oxidizes, bubbles trickle through your aqueous body and cause small bursts in your surface tension with a sensation that is actually somewhat pleasant. In a sudden explosion of energy, a jet of living water bursts through one of the hoses, forcefully spraying you away from the chaos.
  
  The mechanics of the cooling vat thwarted, soon the entirety of the beast catches up with its parts and frictions to a halt. Living water continues to vomit uncontrollably from the ripped hose. You sense the handler approaching from the passageway, and you feel nervously conspicuous.
  
  > hide
  You cram yourself into an unnoticeable position.
  
  Engineer peals yellow desperation as she searches the room. Not noticing you, she turns to the vomitous mouth and tendon-muscle-attends the seacock in a way that seals it. As she unfurls in green relief, you become aware of something strange: the bubbling hose sensation, but not from your body proper. A small fleck of your Aqueosity was sprayed on the exhaust pipe, and is eating through it. Suddenly, the other hose bursts in a high-registered hiss, expelling its contents onto Engineer. She warps maddened black, stabbing in every note of every octave, then moves to the floor in a writhing mass of altered flesh.
  
  > enter Engineer
  You Sing of aura-joinings, of unity, of perfect cohesion. Possessing a creature requires completely displacing its mind and will. In the Song, possession was a harmonic technique to create higher order and beauty, but these Blind Ones have no such inclinations, and completely resist your influence: it is difficult enough to even Color them. However, if Engineer understood the splendor of the Universe...
  
  Captain enters, and her bubble of commanding violet melts into a horrified mess of orange. Medic follows nervously from behind, and examines all the meat-parts of the black, dissonant mess. Together, they transport Engineer up and away. You hope that her melody can be salvaged; it is a terrible thing for a Song to end, even one so simplistic and un-tuned.