[Bel's hands scrabble on the paneling, nerves making their movements ungentle. A small mess of wiring sits, neatly cabled, but otherwise unlabeled as to what goes where. They curse loudly, and start tracing paths with their fingers.
In the mean time, the mass of tendrils sweep ... past Miles and wrap heavy cords of roots around the catwalk itself. The whole frame shudders and the supports buckle and fold as the walk lifts, threatening to tumble Miles forward into some of the waiting tendrils dangling midway.]
Ah-HA! [Just as Bel finds the set they need, the root gently curling around the smooth surface of the suit pulls tight abruptly.]
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In the mean time, the mass of tendrils sweep ... past Miles and wrap heavy cords of roots around the catwalk itself. The whole frame shudders and the supports buckle and fold as the walk lifts, threatening to tumble Miles forward into some of the waiting tendrils dangling midway.]
Ah-HA! [Just as Bel finds the set they need, the root gently curling around the smooth surface of the suit pulls tight abruptly.]