The fountain is no longer functioning properly, it’s spires drip idly while the base cascades with ink, over it’s rim and puddling onto the ground. Nearby, the inky form of the Mayor pulsates and churns, quietly muttering as it assesses the damage.]
A-alright.. okay, okay, this is going to be fine, this- this isn’t a total disaster, they should all still be alive! Yes, I’m sure they are.. Something must have.. slipped. Once I find her, we’ll fix this, and everything will be JUST fine, things won’t mess up again like this, no, it will all be under control.. Oh, where IS she!? [suddenly his voice picks up to a frantic tone.] She has to be around here somewhere! She can’t just VANISH, that’s impossible! Where would she- where would it all go!? They wouldn’t DO this to us, there has to be a way to fix it!”
[Finally in a full, justified state of panic, the Mayor floats through the City, trying to look for any kind of clue as to how this can be fixed. As he passes by a few buildings, he recognizes the familiar, humming note of when the earthquake had just begun. He stops, moving closer to analyze.
Hm. This may be connected, but what could it mean?]
((Buildings broken on the Ink side:
The Regular Home
Wheatley's Relaxation Center
Feel free to mingle about and interact with who ever you want, not just the NPC! Everything's chaotic right now.))