[center][h2][b][color=rosybrown][ Jareth ][/color][/b][/h2][/center][hr][hr]
[i]Fixeon Municipal Recycling Plant[/i]

Jareth spent the van ride over to Brookside quietly worrying about Amuné.  She'd been tapped for a psych eval by ICOSA's resident pests, and he was certain she was highly anxious about it, for all she'd put on a brave face.  He silently wished her the best of luck as he clambered out of the van at their destination, and put the matter from his mind.  Now was no time to be distracted.

He joined the group gathering by Crane just in time for Mire's little rant.  Amuné had filled him in on the creature, but man did they have a bad attitude.  And then Wiseman's voice in his ear, along with a top-down map of the facility on his watch.

Luna was the next to speak, and she had quite the spiel for the group.  Jareth was grateful for the information, and for some semblance of a plan.  He nodded as she reiterated that they were not to split off from the group for any reason.  That was good advice.  Her plan seemed solid as well.  He reached out with his power, trying to assess the ground.  [color=rosybrown]"Not a lot of rock near the surface,"[/color] he said aloud.  He looked at Luna.  [color=rosybrown]"If they can climb well, I'll have to slant walls outwards.  But they're long -- anything I build that they can't get over is going to block sight lines, and I don't really want that.  I think I'll be best served opening up sinkholes and then closing them again on the 'zards."[/color]