An angry RJ is coming for ya, Nightshade!
The portal came out into one of the lower floors of Octan tower. The lights had gone out a long time ago. The portal dimly illuminated the narrow, windowless hallway with a lower than comfortable ceiling. Down both sides were identical office doors, numbered as the hall went down, leading to the open double doors at the end. They were perfectly sized to the world around them, but for any visitors, they were just short enough that they would have to duck. It was all just a little too small.
And everything, everything, was covered in a thin layer of the kragle. The doors, the hinges, the floor, the ceiling. Through the little windows in the doors were the robots frozen in place. Nothing moved. Not even dust. The only sound was the creaking of the building.
