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[The Underground has shifted.
The Underground has rearranged itself and has made way for a new chamber: dark and humid as any cave or grave or hollow, with walls alive with electric colors of paint in sour greens and jarring yellows and shrieking reds and all other piercing colors offensive to nature and splashed or shattered or stabbed onto the walls at angles and fractured points. Look carefully among those corners and jagged letters, and see words that may yet be familiar--words of poets and philosophers alike.
Come, Seeker, and pass through the narrow door, under the low lintel, and see what shelters in this cleft of concrete and heaved-up Underground, who has decked a chamber in broken glass and broken pipes, who lights the perpetual Underground night with flickering fluorescence and with sparks.
They are nimble, yet they are made of iron. They are mechanical, yet they are oiled in blood. They will hear and answer five questions from you and they would ask and hear five answers from you alike.
Mind their riddles and mind their claws (for their claws are words as much as they are iron).
A ward will bar the way, Intruder, if more than one should dare to enter at a time. The way is shut to you. And you shall neither see nor hear nor understand that which transpires between the Seeker and the Sphinxes.
Who Seeks?]
[ooc: For those players who volunteered their characters for an "interview" here, here is a log where your character can speak to the sphinxes. Feel free to do it in long form or action tags, as you please. But be prepared: the sphinxes can be merciless--! Good luck...]
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